September 16th, 1998, 7:30 PM
Jill's world shrank to the rhythm in her throat, to the salty taste of him, to the guttural sound of his pleasure vibrating through her skull. She was completely lost in the task, her mind empty, reduced to a single, primal instinct. Then, she felt his muscles contract. A deep growl escaped his lips. There was no warning.
A hot, thick surge exploded in her mouth, flooding her. Some of it dribbled from the corners of her lips, spattering her cheeks, her chin. She froze for an instant, shocked by the violence and abundance of his release. His cock continued to pulse against her tongue, each spasm sending another sticky wave into her. Instinctively, she kept moving, her mouth trying to contain the flood, her hands still gripping him as if to drain him completely.
When he was finally spent, he went limp. Jill pulled back slowly, panting. She was a mess. His semen covered her face, dripped onto her bare breasts, matting her hair. Without thinking, she ran her tongue over her lips to clean them. The taste was strange. Acrid, chemical, but strangely… not unpleasant. The awareness of that thought made her blush violently in the darkness.
"Jesus, Jill…" Eddie panted, his voice a hoarse, satisfied whisper. "You're fucking incredible."
He pushed himself up on his elbows, grabbed the towel from the floor, and began to clean her face with a gentleness that was in stark contrast to the brutality of their encounter. His eyes devoured her. Under that gaze, covered in his seed, Jill didn't feel humiliated. She felt… branded. Possessed. And it terrified and excited her in equal measure.
As he cleaned her, her gaze fell lower. And she saw it. His cock, which had been slack moments before, was slowly, inexorably, hardening again.
"What the fuck…" she murmured, incredulous. "Does that thing ever rest?"
Eddie laughed, a low, guttural sound. "It's your fault, Valentine. You drive me insane." His fingers left the towel and began to trace slow circles on her stomach, moving lower and lower. "It's only natural that I want more of you."
"You're a pervert," she said, but there was no conviction in her voice. She pulled away, getting off the bed. "I'm going to take a shower." She paused in the bathroom doorway. "And don't you dare peek."
She closed the door behind her. Eddie lay back, hands behind his head, the smile of a satisfied predator on his face. What a blessing, he thought.
In the bathroom, Jill leaned against the locked door, her heart hammering in her chest. She looked in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen, specks of semen still glistening on the skin of her chest. She didn't recognize the woman in the reflection. With a trembling finger, she collected a white bead from her collarbone. She hesitated for only an instant before bringing it to her lips. She closed her eyes, tasting it. What the fuck is happening to me? she wondered, as a shiver ran down her spine.
When she came out of the shower, wrapped in a clean towel, Eddie had already changed the sheets. He was lying on the bed again, waiting for her.
She stopped in the middle of the room. She looked at him. He looked at her. The silence was charged with an electric tension. Slowly, deliberately, Jill let the towel fall.
She stood there, completely naked, exposed to his gaze. She was no longer the frightened girl from her first time. Something had broken inside her, or perhaps it had simply awakened.
She turned, giving him her back, and walked toward the closet. She bent over slowly to pick up a pair of panties, knowing full well that her firm, naked ass was aimed right at him. She heard his breath hitch. She heard the rustle of sheets as he moved.
His hands grabbed her hips from behind, his hot, hard body pressing against her back. His cock, steel-hard again, pressed into her buttocks.
"You're so beautiful, Jill," he whispered in her ear, his voice a raw rasp.
She leaned back against him, surrendering to his embrace. The intention of getting dressed was completely forgotten.
With one fluid motion, he lifted her and carried her to the bed, tossing her onto her back. The second round had begun.
His hand grabbed her breast, kneading it impatiently, while his lips descended on her neck.
"Ahnn… Eddie, wait…" she murmured, a weak attempt at protest.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he growled back, his mouth moving, finding her nipple and beginning to suck on it hard. "So let's continue."
"Uhnnnn~" A deep moan vibrated in her chest. Her hands grabbed his head, pressing him harder against her breast. He was a drug. Every touch, every kiss, only made her hungrier.
As his mouth tortured her, his free hand moved down, sliding between her clamped thighs.
"No, Eddie… not there… uhm~" she pleaded, her voice breaking with desire.
He pulled off her nipple with a wet smack. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" he asked, his fingers already brushing against her wet, pulsing cunt.
She swallowed, unable to answer. Her brain was screaming at her to stop, to take back control, but her body betrayed her, arching against his hand, begging for his touch.
Seeing her surrender, Eddie smiled. His fingers sank into her.
Her body began to tremble almost immediately. She was already on the edge. She felt the orgasm building, an unstoppable wave of heat. Her hips began to move against his hand, a desperate, wild rhythm.
"Uhhh!!!" she screamed, as the pleasure overwhelmed her, a blinding explosion that left her breathless, her slick love flooding his hand.
When the convulsions subsided, he pulled his fingers out, wet and sticky. He looked down at her, his eyes glowing with lust.
"Shall we continue?" he asked, his voice a raw whisper.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes clouded with desire, a final decision made in the depths of her soul.
"Yes," she panted. "Fuck me, Eddie. Now."