Fade to Black

"We will," he promised, taking her head in his hands and kissing her, forcing himself to relax, despite the feel of her hand on his cock. It was just a taste of things to come. He smiled back at her. "But not right here."

There was no sense getting covered in carpet burns when there was a perfectly good bed not that far away...

"Oh?" she said, gently sliding her hand off of his shaft and letting his kilt fall back over it, "Did you have someplace in mind?"

He sighed a little as she let him go, but laughed as he helped her stand.

"Just somewhere a little more comfortable than the floor."

He led her towards the bedroom, taking plenty of time along the way to get her worked up again.

Ronnie took his hands and got unsteadily to her feet. She still felt a little woozy, but she was herself again. The glow surrounding her had faded almost completely, but her natural beauty still shone just as brightly.

The short walk to the next room took much longer than it should have. It seemed like they couldn't take more than a step or two without stopping to kiss or touch and fondle each other in some small way.

When they finally got to the bed she reached down and undid his belt. She tugged down on his kilt and laughed.

"How do you take this thing off?" she asked with a grin.

"Snaps." He gave her a sly look as he undid the first of the six central snaps keeping the garment together.

Ronnie grinned and followed his hand, deftly unsnapping the rest of the metal snaps holding the kilt on. When the last one was undone she gently let the fabric slide to the floor.

With the last barrier between them gone she pulled him close and pressed her lips to his, her hands sliding around to his back as his stiff cock pressed against her stomach.

Even with him out of his boots and her with her heels still on, he had to crane his neck to kiss her. He pulled her down onto the bed with him, sitting for now, letting his hands roam across her body, and encouraging her to reciprocate.

His hands played across her breasts, her arms, her face... it was intoxicating just to have him touching her. Her hands roamed over his body as well, touching and testing. From the other room she could still hear the thudding beats of his music and she allowed it to guide her.

Her hand slid down his chest, her nails skimming through the trail of hair leading downward. Eventually she came to the rougher patch of pubic hair and for a moment she allowed her hand to linger there, teasing him with her proximity.

Finally, after a long moment, she continued down and wrapped her slender fingers around his cock once more, slowly stroking it's length.

All the while, her mouth was busy with his neck, his muscular chest, his beautiful shoulders. She paused for a second and looked up, into his eyes.

"I, ummm... I've never done this before." she said with a brief hesitation.

The feel, the look of her small hand sliding back and forth around his thick shaft was pretty amazing, her hot lips on his skin, her body in his hands..... He nodded when she spoke, resting one hand on her hip, the other buried in her hair.

"You've got good instincts," he laughed, a little breathlessly. But he knew that wasn't quite what she meant. He easer her back on the bed, reaching over to the top drawer of the nightstand, where he'd stashed some condoms and other things, and took one out, leaving it aside for the moment. He'd been ready for her for ages - it felt like forever - but he still wanted to make sure she was as prepared as possible.

"How do you feel?" Stretching out beside her for now, Indigo traced a finger down from her throat, between her breasts, tangling his fingers through the trim triangle of her hair, and teasing apart her legs.

She layed back on the bed, making herself comfortable on the soft comforter as she watched him reach over and take something out of the bedside table. Although she didn't see what it was, she could hazard a guess, and she was glad she wouldn't have to be the one to bring it up.

She smiled at him as her legs parted easily for his hands.

"Good. A little... nervous... but I want you so badly." she blushed.

He smiled as she blushed, stoking the folds of her pussy, and pushing inside to see how tight she was, how slick and ready. his cock twitched - he hadn't thought he could get any harder, and the tightness in his balls was almost unbearable.

He leaned close as he worked her pussy, and murmured in her ear. "You have no idea, how much I want you, to be inside you, to be fucking you, watching your face as you ride my cock.... I want you on top of me, because you're so fucking beautiful, and I want to watch you.... and it will be easier for you, too."

Ronnie was no stranger to colorful language. Her customers were quite often Very vulgar, and at times Ronnie herself could have quite a mouth on her. But as she listened to Indigo speak, she realized that this was different. Very different. Just hearing him talk about it... about her in that way sent shivers through her body. Something about the tone of his voice was so charged with energy. It felt good to know that she was the inspiration of such passion.

She nodded, although she really wasn't exactly sure what she was doing. She trusted that Indigo would guide her, as he had so far this night.

After letting his hand roam around her tight pussy for a little while longer she rolled over slowly onto him, her smaller body straddling his. His cock was pressed tightly along the length of her slit, and for a few seconds she simply enjoyed the feel of it pressed against her, before slowly moving her hips back and forth, his rock hard shaft sliding along her pussy.

Indigo arched his back to pres more firmly against her slick slit, moaning at the incredible sensation. There was always that strong desire to give in right then, and just fuck her, skin to skin, but it wouldn't be fair. Somewhere in the back of his mind lurked the idea that *her* divine parent might have something to do with fertility too... No sense taking chances.

He let her slide back and forth along his length until he couldn't stand it anymore, sliding his hands down to her hips to stop her, reaching over for the condom package, and tearing it open.

Ronnie watched him tear open the small package and then took the condom from his hand, scooting herself backwards and off of his cock. She leaned down and stroked him a few times with her hand once more, marveling at the feel of him before she carefully set the condom on top of him and rolled it down his length. In another moment she was back over him, looking down into his eyes, perched over his erect shaft.

"Will it hurt?" she asked softly, not really sure that she cared at this point. She wanted him inside her so badly at that moment that she couldn't imagine a pain she wouldn't endure for it.

He nodded, taking one of her hands and wondering, not for the first time whose sick sense of humour had designed things this way.

"It'll be worth it - we can go as slow or fast as you need."

He took himself in his free hand, rubbing the tip of his cock against her, and then steadying himself so that she could, finally, join with him. For now, he didn't want to take his eyes off her face, and he flashed her a smile full of encouragement and need.

Her eyes locked with his as she began slowly lowering herself onto him, a tiny bit at a time. He was large and she was tight, but had also been extremely well prepared, and the first few inches went relatively easily. The sensation of fullness was greater than it had been with his fingers, but there was little pain yet. She exhaled slowly as his head slid inside her, wanting to savor every delicious moment. Then another inch or two moved inside a tiny bit at a time. It was excruciatingly slow, but she knew it couldn't be rushed, for either of them.

Finally, before he was even very far in, the tip of him pressed against the taught barrier that separated him from her deepest recesses.

She inhaled deeply and began pushing herself down. There was a sharp pain deep inside her, and a feeling of tearing, then the slick flow of her blood mingling with her other fluids. She let out a gasp and her body shook slightly, but she kept eye contact with him throughout the process.

He was finally inside her.

The feeling of being inside her was a rare rush. As she trembled with the pain of her deflowering, he felt strangely humbled by the trust she'd given him. Humbled, and also blessed, as though that gift has some greater meaning. They stayed that way for a while, savouring the simple act of union. She was so tight, so comfortable... He reached up to touch her, cradling one of her breasts.

"So perfect," he breathed, then lifted himself forward, craning up towards her. "Kiss me..."

Ronnie exhaled slowly. As he slid fully into her there was a dull aching and an occasional twinge of pain, but more than anything there was a sense of fullness, of contentment that she had never felt before. She leaned forward, meeting his lips with hers as he massaged her firm breast. She used one hand to steady herself on the mattress, and the other moved to the back of his head and pulled him into her, their tongues probing and intertwining.

He was right. It was perfect.

It was overwhelming, to finally each the point where he could lose himself in her, to trust that this is what they both wanted, that they could only move forward from this sense of perfection. He didn't need to think to know what she wanted, to read her body, to give her more - he couldn't let go just yet, or pry himself away from her lips, but ground his hips against hers, wanting them both to feel so perfectly alive.

A gasp escaped her lips as he moved his hips against her. The first small thrust was incredible, as though he was becoming a part of her with each movement. The pain had faded to a dull background sensation that was drowned out by the new sensations that were breaking over her like a wave.

She began moving her hips slowly in time to his thrusts, matching his stride.
Through her ecstasy she could tell that Indigo was still holding back, she could see in his eyes that he wanted more.

She pulled her mouth away from his and pulled him even closer, putting her lips right up to his ear.

"It's okay..." she whispered, "You can let go..."

Her whispered words broke down that last self-imposed wall, only to reveal that the wells of passion she drew from him were deeper than even he had realized. He cleaved to her, and in that wild freedom they shared, seemed more beautiful, more compelling than ever. He was an unleashed storm whose rains were pleasure carried on gusts of desire.

In the coming days, Esperanza would remember this moment often; the moment that he let go and gave himself to her completely. Although the memory was always hazy with heat and passion, she knew that that moment was the reason she had followed Indigo that night. They were a single, burning entity, alive and blazing with energy.

She moved with him in perfect unison, her body enfolding his as they fell into a steady rythm. The beat of the music in the next room was like the beating of their hearts as the moments stretched into a timeless eon where their whole world was in synch.

Time was lost as they crashed into each other like waves cresting on the ocean of their shared passion - but it couldn't last. The ocean could not contain them. He pulled her forward into his lap so they say together, burying his head in her shoulder, holding her tight as they rose to crash ashore together.

She called out as they came, screaming his name over the roar of their hearts and the pounding of the music. It was impossible to tell how long it lasted, but for that brief time she was more alive and aware than she had ever felt in her life.

When it was over she found herself lying on top of him, his arms around her as she came down from the incredible high that she had shared with him. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, softly tracing her fingers over his cheek.

She opened her mouth, tried to speak, but no words would come out. There were no words. There was nothing left to say.

With a soft sigh she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

He kissed her back, not wanting to disentangle himself and half wondering if he really could, completely. She made him understand how people could commit themselves to just one person for their lives - she was so amazing that it was terrifying.

That was the realization that eventually grounded him, after they'd been lying together for some time. That, and other, more physical distractions. He slipped out of her, soft now, and tossed the used condom in the trash before curling up beside her again.

"Smoke?" he offered eventually.