Two words, no more nor less. “Sonny, please.”
I rose to my knees, and planted my arms like pillars on either side of her to support my weight. As my cock penetrated her, she lifted her hips and my spine formed an arc with my shoulders and hips at zenith points. Like a sheathed blade, we were fitted to the hilt, and there was no room for her to take more of me, and no more of me to fit.
My hair still dripped, raining down cold droplets that silently splashed on the swells of her breasts. She moaned and let her fingers play in the small puddles on her flesh.
The fabric of the universe ripped and split apart revealing the dark void where the only light was in heaven beyond, and together, we journeyed towards it. There was no turning back as she quivered and her cunt closed around me. I roared like a man being crucified. Her cunt sucked and fed on the life I pumped into it, depleting the last vestige of bodily fluid from me while she suffered a similar wicked death.
I was completely spent when I lowered my weight onto her and made the effort to breathe again. I lay my head against the soft clouds of her breasts and closed my eyes as I listened to her heart wildly beating. I knew beyond all doubt that I would finish the sketches now. I’d found what was missing, both in my life, and in my art.