I Want You To Need Me
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,485
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 7: A New Beginning?
Chapter 7: A New Beginning?
I smile against his chest, as I hear his words filter from his lips in a purr. I love what I am doing to him. I love what he is doing to me. My tongue trails its wet path to his neck where I find his sweet spot. I hear him growl as I begin to nip at his flesh, causing the skin to redden, and his pulse to increase. I pull myself closer to him, my breast pressing almost painfully against his rock hard chest. My arms lock around his broad back, as I begin to roll my hips against him, my walls clasping him tight, fitting him like a glove.
His hands grip my ass firmly, helping me in my movements, feeding my hunger and need, as well as his own. I move my lips to the other side of his neck, as his teeth latch onto my shoulder, causing a jolt of pain and excitement, mingled into one incredible feeling, to rush through my body. I cry out his name as I dig my heels into the small of his back, levering myself up enough to produce an entirely new and pleasurable feeling.
I bury my face into the nap of his neck as I feel him sit flat onto the couch. His body turning, forcing his back against the padding of the couch, and his legs hanging over the sides, his feet flat on the floor. I adjust myself, to straddling his lap. I began to roll my hips once more, feeling his hips jerk up to meet my movements.
My head falls back, as my tongue runs over my lips, wetting my swollen flesh. I open my eyes, seeing his silver gaze staring back at me. His face is contorted in a mix of emotions, pleasure I never thought I would see on his features. Unspoken words filtered between us, our beings absorbing the meanings of our actions, the love that we hold deep for each other. I never thought he would actually come around. That he would actually feel the same for me, as I have felt for him all these years.
I can feel my body tensing, ready for release, but I don't want this moment to end. I am fearful, somewhat; that this will be the first and last time we are together. I try to push those dreaded thoughts back. I don't want to think that I am a decoy of his running emotions. That this intimate moment, was love to me, but sex for him.
"God Jack.." I hear his growl, and I know instantly, he is holding on for me to join him in our bliss. I place my hands on his shoulders, levering myself up and down, rolling my hips; feeling the head of his erection hit my G-spot.
"Riddick!" I cry out, as my sweet nectar slickens his erection, and my walls clasp his cock, milking him dry; taking his seed. My body begins to shiver in sweet, torturous waves of ecstasy. I bring myself forward, and rest my head against his shoulder. I can feel his hot, sporadic breath on my neck, making me moan, getting me excited once again. This man will be the death of me, with the hunger and need he produces inside my soul.
After minutes of peaceful, calm silence he speaks. "God Jack, you are amazing." My cheeks flush as I hear his words.
"Am I now?" I ask teasingly.
"Oh fuck yeah baby." His lips meet my pulse once more, causing me open my neck for his assault.
"Did I do okay?" I ask, worried. I need to know if this is forever, or as close as Riddick could get to forever. Or if it was just a moment in time, where our two bodies met for pleasure and nothing more.
"What do you mean Jack?" He raises his head, his eyes locking with mine. I take a hesitant breath.
"I mean, was I as good as the others?" I feel him tense. Damn, maybe that wasn't the right thing to ask.
"Why would you worry about that Jack?" He asked, his soft features, beginning to turn hard once more.
"I..I just.." I'm speechless. I have no idea what I should say to him, to not make me sound so incoherent.
"What Jack?" His voice is hard, and I instantly thrash out to myself mentally for ruining a perfect moment.
"Because I don't want you to leave me..." I confess.
"Leave you?" He asked, his voice telling of his confusion. I nod.
"Yes,. I don't want you to forget this moment, and then...tomorrow or the next day be with someone else. I want you with me." I feel like an idiot. Like a little girl, trying to explain why she was running in the house, and how she accidentally, broke the highly expensive vase.
"Jack, I thought we discussed this? I want you." He whispers, his hand caressing my cheek.
"It's just so hard for me to believe..." I explain.
I smile against his chest, as I hear his words filter from his lips in a purr. I love what I am doing to him. I love what he is doing to me. My tongue trails its wet path to his neck where I find his sweet spot. I hear him growl as I begin to nip at his flesh, causing the skin to redden, and his pulse to increase. I pull myself closer to him, my breast pressing almost painfully against his rock hard chest. My arms lock around his broad back, as I begin to roll my hips against him, my walls clasping him tight, fitting him like a glove.
His hands grip my ass firmly, helping me in my movements, feeding my hunger and need, as well as his own. I move my lips to the other side of his neck, as his teeth latch onto my shoulder, causing a jolt of pain and excitement, mingled into one incredible feeling, to rush through my body. I cry out his name as I dig my heels into the small of his back, levering myself up enough to produce an entirely new and pleasurable feeling.
I bury my face into the nap of his neck as I feel him sit flat onto the couch. His body turning, forcing his back against the padding of the couch, and his legs hanging over the sides, his feet flat on the floor. I adjust myself, to straddling his lap. I began to roll my hips once more, feeling his hips jerk up to meet my movements.
My head falls back, as my tongue runs over my lips, wetting my swollen flesh. I open my eyes, seeing his silver gaze staring back at me. His face is contorted in a mix of emotions, pleasure I never thought I would see on his features. Unspoken words filtered between us, our beings absorbing the meanings of our actions, the love that we hold deep for each other. I never thought he would actually come around. That he would actually feel the same for me, as I have felt for him all these years.
I can feel my body tensing, ready for release, but I don't want this moment to end. I am fearful, somewhat; that this will be the first and last time we are together. I try to push those dreaded thoughts back. I don't want to think that I am a decoy of his running emotions. That this intimate moment, was love to me, but sex for him.
"God Jack.." I hear his growl, and I know instantly, he is holding on for me to join him in our bliss. I place my hands on his shoulders, levering myself up and down, rolling my hips; feeling the head of his erection hit my G-spot.
"Riddick!" I cry out, as my sweet nectar slickens his erection, and my walls clasp his cock, milking him dry; taking his seed. My body begins to shiver in sweet, torturous waves of ecstasy. I bring myself forward, and rest my head against his shoulder. I can feel his hot, sporadic breath on my neck, making me moan, getting me excited once again. This man will be the death of me, with the hunger and need he produces inside my soul.
After minutes of peaceful, calm silence he speaks. "God Jack, you are amazing." My cheeks flush as I hear his words.
"Am I now?" I ask teasingly.
"Oh fuck yeah baby." His lips meet my pulse once more, causing me open my neck for his assault.
"Did I do okay?" I ask, worried. I need to know if this is forever, or as close as Riddick could get to forever. Or if it was just a moment in time, where our two bodies met for pleasure and nothing more.
"What do you mean Jack?" He raises his head, his eyes locking with mine. I take a hesitant breath.
"I mean, was I as good as the others?" I feel him tense. Damn, maybe that wasn't the right thing to ask.
"Why would you worry about that Jack?" He asked, his soft features, beginning to turn hard once more.
"I..I just.." I'm speechless. I have no idea what I should say to him, to not make me sound so incoherent.
"What Jack?" His voice is hard, and I instantly thrash out to myself mentally for ruining a perfect moment.
"Because I don't want you to leave me..." I confess.
"Leave you?" He asked, his voice telling of his confusion. I nod.
"Yes,. I don't want you to forget this moment, and then...tomorrow or the next day be with someone else. I want you with me." I feel like an idiot. Like a little girl, trying to explain why she was running in the house, and how she accidentally, broke the highly expensive vase.
"Jack, I thought we discussed this? I want you." He whispers, his hand caressing my cheek.
"It's just so hard for me to believe..." I explain.