Primal Urges (Part 2)

(After writing this I feel like there's still more to say. The story is complete, yet incomplete. I'm still deeply moved by what happened. I feel like there's still so much more to say.)

Miles picked me up off the floor and gently placed me on the bed. He kissed me with a hunger I've only known in M. His hands grabbed my body, kneading my flesh, molding me. I truly felt like putty in his hands. As he lay on top of me I could feel his cock pressed against my hip, burning my skin like a branding iron.

He bent his neck to suck my nipples. As his mouth engulfed me I let out a low, guttaral moan. I felt as if life were pouring out of me, into his mouth, giving him a greater energy. The only way I could have felt more like I was providing him life is if actual milk were coming out of my breasts.

He moved down to my stomach. "So flat. I want to make it round," he hissed. I groaned.

His tongue darted into me, spreading my cunt open. I could feel how wet I was. It was dampening the sheets beneath me. His tongue lapped my wettness. My hands on his head, nails digging into his scalp.

"I need to be inside you." I looked over to where M had been sitting and noticed he was gone. I don't know when he left. Part of me wasn't sure I wanted to be alone with Miles, but all of me knew I wanted him inside me as much as he needed to be. It was undeniable. Part of me felt that M should be there to witness this connection, and my heart wanted him there because Miles' connection with me was so close to M's connection with me, but M owns my heart as well. That's the best way I can explain it. My connection with Miles was so powerful I felt I needed to share it with M because I love him above all others.

Miles flipped me over, grabbed my hips to lift them into the air. My knees were bent and parted, I rose up onto my elbows and arched my back, pushing my ass as high up as I could. His cock entered me. I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I was on fire. I was full. It was if all of Miles was inside all of me. He filled my body.

I looked over my shoulder so I could take in all of him. His legs were outside of mine, feet planted on the bed, his knees close to my hips. His hands gripped my hips as his groin bounced off my ass. His cock pistoned in and out of me with a purpose. Miles' eyes were incredibly intense. Sweat poured off him. I realized I was weeping.

My head was somewhere else. Floating above us. It was as if I were watching from outside my body, and the scene I was seeing was incredible. An epiphany. Miles was fucking me with a purpose. We were both being satisfied. We had a reason for our union.

I was lost in my own place, yet extremely aware of Miles. I felt in my core that my place was to hold back my own orgasm until Miles reached his, yet I didn't feel like I was holding back. I was being pulled in every direction by a force I couldn't control.

Miles thrust into me, pushing deeper than he had been, and suddenly we were both exploding. If I felt completely full when he entered me, I was blossoming now. We moaned, then screamed. Harmonious, musical, lyrical cries of passion and release. Growth. Birth.

Life.