Union

"Of course it's me," he breathed. "Oh, Alexandra, my sweet girl," he whimpered, holding my face, petting me as though we were split apart and now reunited. "I had no idea." He securely held his cheek to mine, clinging to me. We remained close basking in our union.

"Yes, I always will be for you," I said. We parted and he studied me, our smiles genuine. I'd never seen his eyes with such spark, cheeks as healthy, or his energy so intense. He stroked my head gently and then slowly curled me into his arms, cupping me closely to his chest. As his scent infiltrated he nearly intoxicated me. It was far more striking than our first night.

Finally, I was able to relish in his strength as he held me. I always admired how strong he was in every sense of the word but never had I felt that it was in any way for me to indulge in. But as I remained against him, and was held because this was where I belonged, I became invincible. I was protected by him.

I hadn't understood how much I had needed to feel safe with him and especially from him.

I wanted to do and say everything I'd ever held back from. My heart was pounding harder, erupting in my ears as the blood rushed to my body's most sensitive areas. The thick ropes of desire and leads of tension that we had been holding back were now realized and we craved to unleash them.

Our eyes met and in his green irises I saw his rebirth. I gazed in wonder, not daring to turn away for I may miss something. I held his face, caressing his cheek with my thumb. Within seconds, we were a breath away from touching, exhaled, then kissed unabashedly, our mouths and tongues intertwined with the other's. I clutched the back of his neck, then raked my long nails across his skin, leaving scratches. I wanted to be dug into him, to mark him forever.

He picked me up, my legs wrapped around him, pushing everything off the computer desk, laying me down. Pens and Army soldier-shaped toys went flying in different directions to the floor. We both laughed at how easily the surface had been repurposed as he removed my shirt.

My tits were barely contained in my bra especially as I was laying down. He tenderly ran his right index finger along my propped cleavage. My full breasts were begging to be freed by him.

On the front clasp of my bra, he skillfully snapped his fingers against it, releasing my voluptuous tits. They spilled out for him to do what he wanted with and to them. At first he was delicate, caressing them with his thick fingers, every so often applying pressure to the nipple. Then, he buried his face in between them, kissing each one, alternating from left to right.

I could see his saliva clinging to my nipples, the viscous fluid making them glisten. He returned, never away from one for too long, sucking and kissing delicately, making them harder under his loving touch. He was not too aggressive or eager but he certainly adored them as they should be. It was literally out of my dreams.

In between his focus on the rest of my body he would return to my mouth, each luscious kiss more delicious than the last. And I grasped him closer to me more forcefully because I had to believe it could somehow make up for us being apart for so long. The crime of us being separate was seeping into my consciousness and the awareness of the cavern it left was torturous.

When he traveled down my stomach to my pants, his hands playfully brushed along my navel, then progressed to my hips, descending to where the ache was throbbing. As he caressed between my thighs, a gasp that I couldn't suppress escaped between my shuddering lips.

I felt his mouth along my thighs, and I could barely contain myself. He gently tugged on my pants, indicating he wanted my help with removing them. I unbuttoned them and then removed one leg. His mouth naturally found the sweetest spot that I needed stimulated. When I felt his tongue softly roll over me, my head began to float away and all that was left was us, this moment, our bodies, and our ... love.

My first orgasm was from his mouth, and it lasted and lasted, making colors flash behind my eyes. It wasn't long after that he pulled his shorts off struggling momentarily to get out of them. As I heard them drop to the floor, I watched as he pulled his shirt off and then climbed up over me. I knew he was about to show me the world that I'd been denied.

In that first exciting sensation of entry, our eyes were locked, and I could feel his love spilling over me just like the weight of his frame. And right then, I knew I felt the same way about him. A cascaded rainbow of emotions overwhelmed me as I began to silently weep. He kissed me delicately on my soft lips as I fed him the affection he'd craved. I held my lips to his, not understanding until then just how hard it can be to kiss while holding myself back from sobbing.

He noticed that I was overcome as he caressed my cheek. Running his fingers through my thick chestnut-colored hair, he gave me a darling smile. I knew he understood what I was feeling. And now he had lived up to his name.

"You're my beautiful wife, Alex." I giggled in appreciation, tears falling down the sides of my face. I sniffed as he held our cheeks together. "I know I haven't said it before, but I've felt it for a very long time."

"Please, say it," I whimpered.

"I love you, Alex," he whispered. I held his face in my small hands absorbing the purity of him and his words.

"Oh, god I love you too, Bram!" I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him more tightly into me. My ankles locked so he couldn't leave.

I moved under him rocking my hips, both of our bodies climbing into ecstasy. The pressure of his warm skin against me and inside me was the recipe that would climb me to utopia. He petted my hair, his chest shuddering against mine. As he slid in and out of me, each time he was all the way in, I was nearer to the climax I'd been aching to have from him this way.

"Don't leave. Stay right there, as you are inside me. Where you belong. Please, Bram," I begged him once it was too much to bear. When I said that, he nodded against me.

"I will, Alex. I promise." He pushed tightly with very little motion holding my face in his hands, kissing my tears away. I squeezed on him and then I came for him, harder than I ever had in my life, dropping my head back, moaning. I was seeing shapes and stars behind my eyes, then he bit my neck whimpering. "Oh Alex, you have no idea how long I've wanted you. To do this with you. I can't stop. Please don't make me."

"I never would!" I exclaimed, breathlessly. He was wincing and then he kissed me, his tongue whispering over mine as he thrusted in me exactly how he needed. It was unstoppable and he was going to be destroyed and buried by it. The denial, anger, ache, and anguish were about to exit his soul forever. The darkness he had held on so very closely to, his security blanket, was going to be shed. He knew this and he wanted to be terrified by becoming bare. When he pressed his lips against my neck, I could hear him panting in a rhythm and then he began gasping, whimpering, then crying.

I felt him cum inside me and it struck him so that he couldn't help but sing of the euphoria he was experiencing. For the rest of his life, he would never be the Bram he was before now, and he welcomed it. I felt him open himself up and wrap his angelic wings around me, the softness pouring and leaking from between his legs and mine, overflowing until we were both saturated with it.

For the last one, he pushed himself as far in as he could, thrusting in me. He turned his head, keeping his eyes shut, his onyx-colored hair falling toward me flicking sweat all over us. I led his face to me and kissed his sweating, flushed cheek repeatedly. I never wanted to let him go and to see him feeling so much pleasure was the perfect reward for me.

He remained slightly planked over me until he was finished and then he dropped to me, instantly out of energy. I could feel his chest heaving against mine. I held his face to my breasts, caressing him.

Just as we were calmly recuperating, we heard stirring downstairs.

"Oh, no," I whispered. "Jeffy."

"Yup," Bram said. We both promptly stood, diligently pulling on our clothes. We heard Jeffy and then Diva running up the stairs.

"I'm scared," Jeffy said. We walked to the door and unlocked it immediately. Jeffy had somehow located our weapons. He was holding our M4s.

"Okay buddy, just hand those over to me and Alex, okay?" Bram said bending to Jeffy. Jeffy obediently handed the weapons over. Diva was panting but then sprinted down the stairs.

We both found our suits and pulled them on. Jeffy was shaking, though he was being brave.

"You're just like your tough dad, Jeffy," I said quietly. He smiled but then he began to cry.

"I wonder if I'll see him again," he whimpered. I crouched to Jeffy and held his shoulders.

"We will see him again. In fact, we're thinking about heading over to your house. What do you think of that? A big sleepover--"

An unidentified sound interrupted us. Bram and I exchanged a look, pulled on our goggles, and went downstairs together. We silently urged Jeffy to hide in the computer room upstairs.

Bram led me as we slid against the wall just under one of our picture windows. All the shades were still drawn though there was slight visibility in the broken parts of the house. Bram pressed his back to the wall, still squatting. I mimicked his movements, following along the wall.

The bang we heard earlier sounded again. It wasn't gunfire but more like an object hitting another. It was close. A heavy object.

Bram turned and with his right shoulder pressed against the wall, slid forward in a crouched position until he could find our door. Cautiously, he peeked.

He motioned for me to take the other side. I rushed over, still crouched, and pressed my left shoulder now to the wall, beside the door. Our door was partially splintered from some kind of earlier attack. I could see through one of the gouged splits.

Was our dome no longer working? I got a lay of the land and it was indeed off.

The warm wind was blowing. I watched a body swinging back and forth. When there was a stronger gust, the camouflaged legs and black boots slammed against the house.

I backed up and shook my head at Bram. He beckoned to me. Still crouched, I rushed to his side.

"Our dome isn't working!" I whispered.

"They must be systematically shutting down the homes that aren't for the higher ups. What did you see out there?"

"Dead person."

"Shit, who?"

"I didn't see the face. Military, though. Fatigues, boots."

"Damn it," he glanced out. Then he gasped. Bram crouched back down turning away.

"What is it?" I asked. He looked at me and shook his head. "Tell me," I whispered.

"The body. It's Mark," he said. I could see him shaking so much he could barely hold the M4. I covered my mouth but did not want to see outside. Fury filled me. The one person who was pure was the one who had to get killed.

Bram stared at the soft, khaki rug underneath his boots and slid into a seated position. I watched him for any signs of discomfort. He beckoned to me. I settled between his legs as he held me close.

"How do you feel?" I whispered. He held me, protectively.

"I feel good. Just hungry."

"Yeah, me too," I whispered. "We have to get out of here soon."

A deep guttural growl vibrated outside. We both raised our heads to see what it was. The giant Noir I had seen earlier was here!