Messalina: Devourer of Men by Zetta Brown

him inside me, vibrating, on the verge of erupting. Pressing me deeper into the mattress, he pins my hands above my head. I can’t look away from the violet pools of his eyes.
                Suddenly, his eyes focus on mine and we hold each other within our sights, then something sparks, setting off an explosion. I rock my hips forward as he gives one final push, and together, we peak Mount Everest and shoot into the stratosphere.
    In the past, for me, sex was just the act of building my arousal to such a peak I must jump off, only to crash and burn when I hit the earth. But with Jared, I’m not ashamed to say it’s a religious experience. Tears come to my eyes, blinding me. I can only hear my blood coursing as my mind melts and the knot that slowly tied itself inside me starts unraveling, releasing my joy.
                I gasp for breath only to have my mouth possessed by his moist, soft tongue. I hold onto his trembling body as the last of his essence flows and cradle him between my arms, between my legs, and return kisses between his sighs.
                Slowly, my hearing and sight returns. His mouth lifts from mine and then, to my embarrassment, a sob escapes me. His lips take on the gentle task of kissing away my tears and a deep chuckle of satisfaction rumbles through his chest, making me laugh too. But this is nothing to laugh at. What we just did goes beyond physical fusion. The way he releases one of my hands to caress my cheek tells me he knows that was something special. He kisses my shoulder, still breathing hard.
                “Evadne,” he whispers, a smile on his lips. He tries to roll off me but I hold on.
                “No, Jared, don’t.” I stroke his cheekbones with my thumbs. “Stay where you are . . . please?”
                He looks down at me but says nothing. After all, we’ve gotten what we wanted. But his eyes still glow with the same fire that has warmed me since the day we met. It’s a look that says he’s comfortable and satisfied right where he is.
                I pull him down for one last kiss and he relaxes on top of me. I nip at his left earlobe and whisper, “Jared?”
                But he’s asleep.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Six

    “The Next Day”
     
     
                I wake up the next morning not knowing what time it is. When my eyes focus I see the window and sunlight, but still don’t know where I am.
                Déja vú? This has happened before, hasn’t it? I decide to carry out the dream scenario and shift to touch myself.
                Yes! I got it! The dull but telltale, “freshly fucked” ache between the legs. This is great!
    Smiling smugly, I run a hand over the swell of my belly and rest it on top of my pussy only to meet Jared’s hand already there. His leg lies over mine and I turn my head to the left to see him asleep on his back, one arm covering his eyes.  Sleep makes his face look even paler in contrast to the dark stubble of his morning shadow.
                His chest rises and falls in deep, even breaths and his nipples are two rosy pearls standing at attention, making me want to tease them with my tongue. But I resist and let my gaze continue its journey down, following the faint line of hair that divides his torso in two and creates a slight whorl around his navel. That’s when I see it.
                Lying dormant, but intimidating nonetheless, is the mighty organ that commands as much respect as the master who wielded it so easily. An active evening has not diminished its size much despite lying limp against Jared’s thigh. At rest, his cock has a soft pink cast and sleeps like a baby, completely the opposite of the dusk-colored alter ego when preparing for battle.
    His cock must’ve suspected my contemplating it, because it twitches and jerks in my direction. Jared sighs and shifts closer to