Forever Lusting

“Can you feel your blood singing?” She breathlessly asked, gasping at the feeling of his rough tongue on her engorged nipple.

“Oh yes.” He groaned, feeling her warm fingers stroking gently on his rigid manhood

“I’ve never felt more alive.”

She pulled away from him briefly, fixing her dark eyes on his, and licking her lips tormentingly.

“I prefer live meat sometimes.” She teased, moving her head down to his thighs.

“It’s so much warmer.”  Tom’s eyes glazed over as he felt the moist warmth of her eager lips sliding over the head of his rampant rod.  She took the full length of him deep into her throat, using teeth and tongue more skillfully than any woman he had ever known.

He was about to burst into orgasm when she suddenly bit hard on his glans, before pulling away.

“Not yet, Tom.  I want you inside me before you climax.  I need to feel you flooding me.”

Tom’s balls were on fire now, needing an end to this sweet torture, but he was helpless.  It felt as if his blood were molten lava, straining for a volcanic eruption of release, and Pamela was the embodiment of nature’s power.  Slowly, tantalizing, she pushed him onto his back, straddling his loins, her juices flowing freely over his skin.

Like a sexual angel, she raised her hips above the straining solidity of his rampant manhood, before lowering herself down, exulting in the feeling as he speared her soaking womanhood, sliding effortlessly deep within her.  Reason had deserted him now, as his hips took up the rhythm of hers.

She was wild in her passion, and her fingernails slashed cruelly at his throat and chest, but he didn’t care. It was the most incredible sex he had ever known, as though she were sucking the very life from him with every grinding movement of her glorious hips, and when he could simply hold back no more, his climax was the longest and most intense he’d ever known.

She fell forward, on to his chest, and her mouth was suddenly kissing, licking, biting and sucking at his body, but he didn’t care. Her teeth were at his throat, and he could smell blood, yet he felt no pain.  He passed out, floating on the warmest of clouds and hearing her musical voice whispering.

“I want more of you, Tom, in time, so I won’t take all you have to give.  Enjoy the life I leave you, my love, while it lasts.”

He’d found heaven, yet his dreams were of twisted half-human beings who hovered between life and death in some sort of limbo, taking what they needed from the living, then casting them aside like used condoms.  Tom came to in a back alley, not more than a hundred yards from the bar he’d been in the night before, with paramedics hovering over him.

“Another of those weird ‘slasher’ muggings, looks like.” He heard one say.  “God only knows what happens to these guys, but at least this one’s still alive. He’ll need a transfusion, though, judging by his color. Let’s get him on the stretcher.”

Tom felt totally drained, a physical wreck, and of course all his belongings were gone.  Had his ultimate sexual fix been real?  He just couldn’t remember, couldn’t focus, couldn’t think of anything but pleasure such as he’d never know with any other woman, and that was his life sentence.

He felt a sudden chill pass over him, imagining he heard a throaty laugh, which sent shivers down his spine. His nightmare had only just begun, and he knew with aching certainty that he was now the hunted, trapped by one sexual fix too far.  He knew deep down that he would never find her again and live to talk about it, but he also knew he’d die trying.