Everything Looks Better Ch. 06

After so many years envisioning Auron inside her instead of Jory, Raine felt gratified when Auron pushed into her tunnel with a fierce thrust. But it was not as she imagined. Something felt unquestionably wrong and not in the deviously stimulating way. There was biting discomfort, freezing her deep inside, a stubborn popsicle that refused to melt. With a delayed yelp, her pace careened off course until she found her place again. Auron didn't seem to notice as he pulled back slightly and gave another sharp forward plunge, groaning behind her. Hearing his arousal, Raine forgot how frigid his organ was and lifted up on her hands so she could more easily participate, slamming backwards against his hips, delighted with the sound of Auron's deep moans behind her.

Throwing an arm around her, Auron prodded his finger into her most sensitive spot, quick, purposeful, manipulating her in loops of exquisite pleasure. His coarse chest hair tickled her back as her knees began to spread across the beaded quilt, amphibiously bending from the crush of Auron's weight on her and the strain of her weakened muscles. She experimented with the balance of bucking against his hand and keeping her rear high enough to avoid his sliding out, until her head flew back in a silent scream, waves of warm relief spilling to every nerve ending.

Auron wasted no time, pumping in frenzy to finish, keeping his finger pad on her button, simultaneously drawing from her every last shuddering spasm. "Humph!" he grunted when he peaked, like he was throwing something of great weight, extinguishing her with a blast of cold that lingered queerly as if she'd swallowed a whole cube of ice and it was somehow melting in her uterus.

Elbow buckling, Auron slumped on the bed next to her, his body cool and dry, while hers was wet, sticky and sweaty. They both fought to catch their breath. He rolled her on her side so he could spoon her but she was only numbly aware of this, the diversion of their intercourse short-lived. Crumpling into a fetal position, Raine snatched closed the flannel shirt, hugging herself, the black vortex inside her was desolate and barren and it seeped into the place of her fading ecstasy, threatening to swallow her whole, as it would likely do when it was time for her to die.