Branches of Life

The sun had fully risen by the time we made it back home. Not another word was spoken as we went our separate ways. Even the thought of having to wash off all of this blood and grime had me groaning. I barely had enough energy to stumble to my room. Falling several times as I stripped out of my disgusting clothes, before flopping face down on my bed. After burrowing under my blankets, I almost immediately fell into a deep, and thankfully dreamless sleep.

Sometime later, I awoke to a hot body pressed against my back. There wasn't a moment of panic or fear at having someone in my bed—when I knew I had been alone when I fell asleep—not with Koa's spicy scent surrounding me. His arm was draped over my waist, with his hand resting against the bare skin of my stomach. I felt no embarrassment at being naked and covered in the grossness of the past couple of days. It wasn't like he hadn't ever seen me like this.

A wildfire of desire and need coursed through my body, singeing and electrifying every nerve ending. My body tingled and burned every place his body made contact. I knew he was awake, just like he knew I was now awake.

There was little doubt in my mind, that he could smell my now damp thighs. Not when he pulled my body tighter against his, chest rumbling as he did so. "Stay still," Koa murmured against my neck as his hand lazily drifted down my stomach. Each touch was gentle as his fingers grazed my skin in almost a teasing manner. Meant to fucking to torture me. Clenching the blanket in my hands was all I could do to stop myself from grabbing his hand and moving it to where I desperately needed him.

When his fingers lightly brushed my clit, I jolted at the contact and earned a sharp nip at my earlobe in reproach. I gasped at both the bite and his finger swiping through my pooling wetness. In one smooth action, he slipped a finger inside my pussy, nipping my neck this time after my sharp inhale.

"What? I'm not allowed to make any noises now either?" My voice was husky and breathless, as I struggled to remain still as he slowly worked his finger in and out of my pussy. It wasn't enough. Not by a long shot.

A rough chuckle rumbled against my back and tickled my ear. "No, you can make all the sounds you want baby. Those are my favorite noises." I'd been about to shift my hips, trying to gain more leverage, but before I could, he pressed his other hand against my stomach and pressed my back firmly against his. Making it that much harder for me to move around. "I encourage you to make all the sounds you want." His lips brushed against my neck in a teasing touch.

"Then why—" I began but cut off when he added another finger, keeping his pace torturously slow. Whining whimpers filled the room, as I held my blanket in a strangling hold, the fabric ripping under my grip.

This fucking bastard was a torturing asshole. I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him, I felt it. Why couldn't he just give us both what we both truly wanted, and stop with all this teasing and torturing bullshit?

When he chuckled again, I realized I'd accidentally said that aloud. Right now, I didn't have the capacity to feel embarrassed, every fiber of my being was focused on the slow thrusts of his fingers. Which finally started picking up their pace. My moans became a constant stream of noise as he kept up the pace and began curling his fingers, hitting my g-spot, every few thrusts. Coiling tension had been building low in my stomach ready to snap at any movement.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I still needed more and tried shifting my hips. To my utter horror, his hand stilled its movements, and no matter how I tried shifting my hips, he wouldn't continue. A low growl rumbled through my chest as my frustration warred with my overwhelming lust. The fucking bastard nipped at my shoulder in admonishment. Earning another growl from me.

After what felt like forever, but was probably only a few seconds, he started moving his fingers. Going back to his unhurried pace, kissing his way down my neck, keeping in time with each thrust. Despite the pace, my orgasm was fast approaching. It was just moments away from crashing over the edge when he removed his fingers completely. More whimpers slipped free at the loss of contact. To my dismay, his hand went in the opposite direction, grazing over my stomach and breasts, leaving goosebumps in their wake before moving back down.

His fingers brushed my clit again, this time firmly pressing down, and moving in small circles. After being denied release twice, it didn't take long for it to build. And once again, he pulled away right before it hit. Groaning and whining, my hands released my ruined blanket and gripped his wrist, trying to move his hand back down. But I would've had an easier time trying to move a damn wall.

"Patience," he whispered in my ear, voice husky with desire. I was too strung out to coherently think, much less string words together in a sentence. Although, I think my growl conveyed my message quite nicely.

I lost all contact with him as he shifted from behind me and climbed out of the bed. Against my will, another whine came from me. Never before had I made noises like this. Something I probably should've been embarrassed about, but was unable to think straight. Right now, my body was driven purely by instinct and desire.

As I kicked off the blankets and whirled around, ready to kick his ass until he gave me several orgasms as an apology, he picked me up and carried me into my bathroom. With one hand, he opened the glass shower door and turned on the water—all while carrying me with his other hand and not breaking a sweat or appearing to struggle—before placing me on unsteady legs. Seriously, I was surprised they even held me up.

Normally I preferred my shower temperature at just under scorching, but not now. Not when the room temperature water was almost too hot against my burning skin.

Grabbing the back of his shirt, Koa pulled it over his head, revealing his chiseled brown skin. I had yet to see him without a shirt and was shocked to find a tattoo of a dragon curled up on his left pec. Designs and words, I couldn't bother to focus on right now, circled the dragon, trailing up his shoulder, and presumably to his back. All thoughts of the tattoo fled my mind as he pulled down both his pants and boxer briefs. At the sight of his long and hard cock, my stomach clenched, while the throbbing in my pussy intensified.

If he didn't fuck me soon, I was going to lose my damn mind.

With some difficulty, I finally forced my attention away from his cock, and found myself captured by his golden eyes as he joined me in the shower. His heat enveloped me as he stopped inches from me. Where the water had been too much for my overheated body, his burning warmth wasn't. It intensified the heat building in my body but was far from uncomfortable. I didn't understand it, and right now I couldn't care less as to the reason.

His eyes held mine captive as he gripped my hips and moved me backwards until my back met the cool tiles beneath my shower head. The shocking temperature difference between his body at my front and the cold tiles at my back sent my body's senses into overdrive.

Water rushed down his sculpted body and all I wanted to do, was lick all the water from his body. He dipped his head and kissed my forehead, cheek, jaw, down my neck, and chest. Deliberate kisses were pressed down my right breast until he reached my nipple. My other breast was cupped in his large hand. All the while his tongue swirled around my sensitive flesh. A pinch at my other nipple, had me dropping my head back against the tile, and shutting my eyes. Until he bit down on my nipple, hard enough I hissed, but not enough to truly hurt.

"Koa, I whimpered, my voice not sounding like my own.

Coils of pleasure built in my core as his lips and tongue kissed and licked away the stinging, only to start the process again on my other breast. Back and forth he went, moving between my breasts. As my orgasm built, I threaded my fingers through the wet strands of his hair, not wanting him to leave me high and dry again—figuratively, of course, there was nothing about me that was dry at this moment. Only for this motherfucker to stop once again, and remove my hands from his hair, pinning them against the shower wall.

I didn't even try to restrain my groans and whimpers. The bastard had the audacity to chuckle as he buried his face in my neck. "Good things come to those who follow the rules," he murmured between languid kisses that trailed down my chest, moving down my body with each kiss.

"What rules?" I barely managed to ask.

He tsked but thankfully didn't stop his trail down my body. "I told you to stay still."

My indignant gasp echoed throughout the shower as logical thoughts made it through my lust-filled gaze. Every time he had stopped just before I reached my orgasm, I had begun moving. He was punishing me for not listening to him.

"You fucking asshole." My words were meant to have a bite to them, but instead were a breathy moan as he trailed his lips over my hips. His answering chuckle vibrated against my skin and had me groaning again.

After what felt like forever, his mouth closed around my clit, swirling his tongue around. Koa's hands held my hips, keeping me firmly pressed against the tile as he expertly flicked his tongue against my clit.

All I wanted to do was grab his hair and hold him in place, but I withheld from doing so and instead squeezed my hands into fists at my sides. My body was so tightly coiled, that it only took a couple of flicks and him biting down on clit, before I was crashing over the edge. My orgasm was so blindingly intense, that black spots danced across my vision.

Koa kept licking my clit throughout my orgasm, even as I came down from my high, my legs shaking as my body buzzed with energy. He licked upwards from my pussy to my clit, repeating the action several more times, before moving his tongue against me again. This time in a new pattern.

Peeling my eyes open, I nearly came again at the sight of him kneeling before me. There was something about seeing this powerful man, that embodied strength in every way, kneeling before me that completely undid me and turned me on. My body jolted when he thrust two fingers inside me and curled his fingers. There was nothing slow about his thrusts this time. And after a couple of thrusts, finger curls, and tongue flicks, my second orgasm crashed over me, sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body.

My legs were now practically jello and felt as if they were no longer able to hold my body weight as he kissed his way back up my body. His lips captured mine in a searing kiss, tongue brushing against mine. Soft at first, but quickly turned more desperate. My hands clawed at his back, trying to bring him closer. Because fuck that staying still nonsense.

Thankfully he allowed this, his hands grabbing my ass before he lifted me up so our faces were almost even. My legs wrapped around his waist, pressing his cock against my slick pussy. His answering groan vibrated against my body. Using his hands on my ass, Koa shifted my hips and rubbed his cock through my folds, against my clit, and back down. My nails dragged down his back, stopping shy of drawing blood. It wasn't enough.

"More," I growled against his lips as he continued the motions again.

"Patience. I want to savor this," he murmured. What was with him and patience? If he wanted a patient woman, he was barking up the wrong tree. Patience and I weren't on speaking terms.

After teasing me several more times, he eased his cocked inside my pussy, going slowly as he stretched my walls. Once he was fully seated—an impressive feat since I hadn't been entirely sure if I could take all of him—he paused, allowing my body to adjust. There was a strange sense of being whole and complete, in both body and soul.

He had just begun moving with slow test thrusts, when an unwelcome ringing echoed throughout the shower, accompanied by a flashing red light coming from his wristband's crystal.

Koa groaned as he buried his face in my neck. My head dropped back against the tile, but this time in resignation. The flashing red light of his wristband wasn’t something one could or should ignore. Even knowing that, my arms still tightened around him as if that could stop him from leaving as I deeply inhaled his scent.

When he lifted his head I noticed the copper had returned to his eyes. Both of us groaned as he slid out of me, neither of us wanting to leave this moment. My legs shook as he set me down, and once he was sure my legs would hold me, he removed his hands.

I stayed quiet as he read over the important message. It was so damn frustrating that he was also a master at hiding his emotions. Especially when I wasn't sure whether or not he would tell me what the message was about.

He sighed as he brushed his wet hair from his face, closing his eyes as he did so. "My aunt needs to see me."

I wanted to ask questions, so many questions. But I didn't. He didn't seems keen on elaborating, and more than anything, I wanted him to tell me things. Everything. But I wanted him to do so because he wanted to, not because I badgered him.

"We have some fucking cockblockers as family members," I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. His responding laughter had me wanting to start back up where we left off.

This cockblocking shit was getting ridiculous. What's a girl gotta do around here, to get thoroughly fucked?