I Am Eve

by Nicolina Martin

  I know these words that people use. In my later years I have listened to books about love, romance, about situations I never expected to experience. Strong men, sassy heroines. Kiki brought them to me.

  I taste the word, try to make it mine.

  “I like…feeling you on my…” I swallow hard. “Pussy.” My own words set my ears aflame, and I recoil inside. Forbidden word. Forbidden action. But so exciting. I’m an adult. This is my life.

  He twitches as if I’ve struck him, then he exhales. “Oh, good, good girl,” he groans. “Like this?” Flicking his tongue relentlessly across a little nub down there, he makes an ache build. A good ache. Fire licks my thighs, my belly, my…pussy. Stroking back and forth along my wet seam, he then pushes a finger inside me, just a little, but it feels like nothing I’ve ever felt. I’m almost off the bed in shock, but he holds me down, pushes further, deeper. It’s the weirdest sensation. He moves in me, thrusts as he keeps licking that little nub that has become swollen and so, so sensitive.

  “God,” I cry.

  There’s a pressure and then he pushes something much larger inside me. My hands are on his shoulders in the next instant, trying to get him off me.

  He goes still. “Am I hurting you?”

  I have to think. No. I shake my head.

  “Then put your arms above your head.”

  “What did you put inside me?” I gasp.

  He chuckles. “You’re so fucking tight, babe. I have two fingers in you. Feel it?” He flicks them.

  It takes me a moment to feel what he means, then I exhale on a little laugh, and as I do that, I relax and accommodate this new intrusion.

  “I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m not used to… This.”

  Adam kisses a path up my belly, my chest, sucks in a nipple between his teeth, while pushing his fingers in and out, creating friction, building a need for more. I arch to meet his thrusts.

  “You are doing so well, Eve. I can’t get enough of you. Your scent. Your heat. How you clench around my fingers. I will take you. I’ll take care of you. I want these—” He thrusts, adds a finger, stretching me, making me cry out, “hot, slick pussy walls around my cock.” He grinds his hips against mine and I feel him and oh my God, is that his manhood? His… cock.

  I think I speak, but I don’t know if I make sense or if all that comes out is incoherent blabber. My skin sizzles, and I’m dizzy with raw want. I want this man’s touch. Now! I think I tell him because he moves and there’s more rustle of fabric. His thighs are warm and hairy against mine. He holds my arms over my head, circling both my wrists with his hand. His other hand caresses my face, strokes my lips with his fingers before he puts his mouth to mine and steals away my breath. He nudges my thighs further apart and pushes something hot and gigantic against my nether flesh. It feels like a wall. I jerk back, try to move away, but he pins me down.

  “Shhh. Relax. Take me.”

  He pushes on, and I squeal from the strange feeling of this huge thing making its way inside me. Adam’s mouth is everywhere, on my lips, my neck, my breasts. I gasp and writhe beneath him.

  He stops and it’s as if he hits a roadblock. It just won’t go further. I wasn’t made for this. It’s impossible.

  “I wish you could see me,” he says.

  He doesn’t move. I’m stretched beyond belief, but the feeling that I’ll rip in two has passed.

  I wiggle my fingers. “Then let me.”

  He grunts, still unmoving, then he lets go of my wrists. “Okay.”

  My arms are heavy from lying in the same position for so long, and I tremble so bad that I’m afraid I’ll accidentally poke his eyes out and hurt him, but I tense my fingers and let my hands descend on the sides of his head. I caress his ears, follow his jawline, his stubble rasps my palms. I like the sensation. I like the man in him, the primitive part, the animal that he is. As I stroke his eyebrows, his nose, mapping him and making my image of him flare up again, he moves in me. Small thrusts back and forth. I wriggle beneath him. My heart pounds hard, pushing heated blood through veins that feel like they’re infused with acid.

  “There’s no way to make this not hurt, Eve.”

  “What?” I pant, then he thrusts forward and I split in two. I scream and clutch his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. “Jesus!”

  Chapter Ten

  Adam

  She screams so loudly that I think my eardrums shatter. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and she buries her nails in my shoulders as she grabs me tight, riding through the impact after I pushed past that final resistance. I force myself to be patient just a little longer. Coaxing her wet and ready for me to plunge into her has been the sweetest thing I’ve done in a long while. I usually just order a girl around and have her make herself wet as she chokes on my cock down her throat. I’ve been a disgusting pig, I knew it, I didn’t care, and I couldn’t see myself in any other light. Suddenly it bothers me. I wasn’t brought up to become a thug. I see it now, buried to the hilt inside Eve’s sweet body. I want change. I need it. I need her.

  I stroke her cheek. A teardrop glistens in her long white eyelashes. It’s a stunning vision of pain and fulfillment. Her mouth forms an ‘o’ and her eyes are vividly emotional.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “You’re evil,” she pants.

  That hits me a little harder than it would have at any other given time in my life up until now. I pull out a little then thrust back inside with more force than before, spearing her on my cock. Her pussy clenches and her thighs spasm.

  “Do you like me evil?”

  “No,” she mewls. “I like you nice.”

  I put a hand on her throat and hold her down. Her pulse thuds so fast against my palm and it’s all I can do to not squeeze tighter. She pulls the beast in me to the surface with her obedience and her vulnerability. I could hurt her so easily. I could take her savagely and ravage her trust as I plow her pussy. Or I can be who she thinks I am. The man she sees in me that I didn’t even know was still in there.

  Catching her lips with mine, I move in her with slow, calm strokes. I want her with me. I want her writhing in pleasure, not pain.

  “I can be nice,” I mumble with my mouth still pressed against hers. “You feel so good. Do you feel my cock moving in you?”

  “Are you kidding me,” she gasps. “It feels like you put a cheese grater in me.”

  Fuck. I freeze, then I move to pull out, but she wraps her long legs around my waist, making me hesitate.

  “Don’t leave me, Adam. It’s—” I watch as her already blushing cheeks become a couple of shades darker. “It’s good too,” she finally breathes and wriggles her hips.

  Her inner walls clench around my cock, and I realize it’s been a real long time since I had a woman because that was too good to be real.

  “What are you doing to me?” I groan as I put light kisses along her jawline, her neck, sucking in her skin between my teeth. When she hisses from pain, I move in her again, and she’s slicker now, less clenched, ready.

  “Me?” She moans and raises her hips to meet my thrusts. “You came to me.”

  I try to be everywhere at the same time. I want all of her. Her soft, round breasts with the puckered nipples tickling my palm. Her slim hips, such a perfect fit when I hold her down. Her mouth. Her beautiful fucking mouth that had never been kissed. It’s made for kissing. It’s made for kissing me.

  I lick a nipple, then suck it with increasing force as she arches and gasps. “Oh God,” she pants. “Please, more. I need more. What are you doing to me?” She grabs her other breast and pushes it toward me. It makes me smile. She doesn't know how dead sexy her unabashed desire for more is. Her desire for me. I’m more than happy to obey.

  Her pussy accommodates, gets wetter, adjusts to my size. She rocks up her hips with every stroke, clawing my shoulders, my neck, her hold almost cramped.

  “That’s it,” I coo. “Take my cock all the way. Feel it stroke you deep inside.” I’m burning with a fev
er for her. Her delicious cries every time I hit deep pull the tingling, aching need for release to the surface. Sweat trickles from my temples and drips on her. I kiss the spatters away, then I claim her mouth again. And again. Her daring tongue battles mine in a dance of wills.

  Pulling out abruptly, I sit back. There’s a tiny smear of blood in the pale bush between her legs. Her pussy glistens with her juices and, pushing her thighs apart, I dive in to taste her. She’s divine. I tongue her clit, swirl around the stiff, swollen nub until she cries out and buries her hands in my hair.

  “Stop! I can’t…”

  Mine. All mine. A near-feral growl escapes me. As if she’s a piece of meat, and I’m a hungry lion. Her skin is warm and so, so soft. I stroke one hand along her thigh, over her belly, holding her down, as I push two fingers inside her, licking and sucking her clit. My whole consciousness is focused into one thing, and one thing only. Her. Her twitches and whimpers. Her erratic little gasps and the low moans. I find her sweet spot, the soft rhythm that makes her thighs shake, and then I don’t let her escape again. I learn as I go. The hood of her clit pulls back, displays the pink, shiny nub, and her wet channel drenches my fingers.

  “Adam! I think I need to pee!” she shrieks and grabs my hair in a hold so tight that my scalp burns.

  I grin and keep up the pace, flicking my tongue, thrusting my fingers in her. It takes another moment, a breathless moment, then Eve cries out and spasms around me, under me, thrashing on the bed as a fountain of juices gushes out of her.

  “Lord!” She almost weeps and bites down on her own hand, her face a scrunched-up vision of emotion.

  I’m hard as a rock, needy as fuck, and I’m going to take advantage of those last clenches of her pussy walls, so help me fucking God. I push her thighs wider apart and sink into her, merciless, all the way. She is tight, but she’s ready, and all it takes are a few rough strokes before my balls tighten and I empty myself deep in her, oblivious to anything else, the world forgotten for a few blissful moments.

  Finally, when there’s nothing left, when I almost can’t draw the next breath, I fall on top of her with a profound feeling of satisfaction. Her skin still electrifies mine, making me long for her even though I have her in my arms. Still buried inside her, going softer, I snuggle in and nuzzle her neck.

  “I…don’t know what to say,” she says.

  “Then don’t say anything,” I mumble drowsily.

  “I liked it.”

  “That’s good.”

  “But it burns like a thousand fires.”

  “That bad, huh?”

  “Okay, maybe a hundred.”

  I smile. “Next time there’ll be only ten fires.” I kiss her ear, then I find a rougher patch behind it, a calloused area. I trace it with my finger.

  She raises an elegantly arched eyebrow. “There’s a next—”

  “Hey,” I rise on my elbows and push her hair aside. “What’ve you got—” I stare at the scars. Small craters, an area no larger than the pad of my thumb, but the hexagonal shape of the little indentations is undeniable.

  Eve looks confused and touches where I’m touching.

  “Did you have the infection?” I pull out of her and sit up, looking her over. She’s flawless, her skin unblemished, apart from on her breasts and hips where my fingers have left quickly fading marks. “Turn around.”

  Her face is a stiff mask of confusion, her smooth forehead creasing into a frown as she sits up. “I didn’t.”

  I let her turn on her belly and then I inspect her back. I don’t have to drag my hands over her silky skin, but I can’t help myself.

  There is no other scarring on her body apart from the burn marks of various ages on her hands and forearms which I already knew of. Grabbing a throw blanket from the armchair next to the bed, I wrap it around her shoulders and pull her to me. My mouth is dry from the sudden fear that washed over me and I’m still reeling.

  “I didn’t have the infection, Adam,” she repeats.

  The shape of the craters dance before me. Nothing else looks like that. “You took care of your grandma, didn’t you? Was she ill?”

  Eve is silent.

  “Did she vomit a lot? Break into sweats at night? Did she stop eating? Talk nonsense as if she was hallucinating?”

  Eve seems to shrink, curling up inside the blanket, her body stiffening. “She wouldn’t let me in the room,” she whispers. “But I had to change her sheets, try to make her drink. But I was never ill.”

  “Are you sure? I’ve never heard of anyone not getting sick as fuck. Not all die, but they’re never quite right again after.”

  “I never had any symptoms. I’m sure.”

  I trace the little scar with the tips of my fingers. She shies away, but I’m not having it. Not now, not anymore. She’s mine now. I want her again but she’s probably sore, so I’ll wait just a little.

  “Adam… What is it like out there?”

  I pull her with me, down on our backs, and wrap the comforter over us both. “You want to go out?”

  “I’m…just curious.”

  “Do you want to get out there? You know…if you’ve had the infection, you can’t get it again. You’re immune.”

  She’s also infertile, but I don’t think she cares about that anyway. Apparently, the virus fucks something up with the hormones. It’s the issue with the attempts at a vaccine. It sterilizes the women. The world is caught in a bear trap. We’re facing extinction, and humanity doesn’t handle that fact well.

  She’s so silent that I think she’s even stopped breathing. I’m about to poke her when she inhales abruptly and puts her hand to the scar, fingering it. “I didn’t know.”

  “That Grandma had the infection?”

  “No. Yes. I suspected it. That’s why the rest of the family left.”

  “The fuck? They left a blind woman and a dying woman to fend for themselves? You know they basically sentenced you to death, right?”

  “Are you repulsed by me now?” She struggles with all the heavy fabric, turns on her side, toward me, and supports her head in her hand.

  I take her in, drink her in, the whole magnificence that is Eve with her untamed hair, her high cheekbones and her full lips. Her mismatch of features that still together is a creation so perfect it almost makes me believe in a higher power again. Taking her hand, I pull it with me under the comforter and put it on my cock, already hard for her again.

  “Repulsed isn’t the word I’d use,” I say.

  She stiffens, but then she squeezes my length experimentally, strokes along the shaft. Her hand is firm and strong, and I don’t know if it’s the sculptress in her, the artist used to work the clay, but she finds the perfect pressure and rhythm within seconds. Suddenly she stops and sits up. Shrugging off the blanket, she gets off the bed and stands naked before me.

  “I want you, Adam,” she says. “I want to see you. I want to see your world. Yes, I want to get out there. Can I touch your body?”

  I smile. “Do you want my scream?”

  A wide grin spreads across her face. “No. I already have it. This is just to satisfy my curiosity.”

  I push the comforter off me and throw out my arm, which she of course can’t see. “I’m all yours. Have at it. Then I’m having you again.”

  She giggles and moves until her knees hit the bed frame, then she climbs up next to me, her fingers dancing over my thighs, my hips, brushing my cock, continuing upward. My blind Goddess explores every inch of my body, and when I decide it’s enough with the touching, and time for some action, I take her hand in mine and put my other hand on her hip. Guiding her until she straddles me, I then slide my fingers inside her slick, tight pussy. Sweet fucking mother Mary, she’s deliciously ready. Eve moans and rocks her hips, meeting my thrusts.

  “Sit on me,” I say and pull out my hand.

  She hesitates, so I show her. I guide her hips and position her on my cock, letting the head rest between her swollen pussy lips. I could spear her in one move,
but I want her to decide, because she’s gotta be fucking sore.

  Her mouth forms a surprised ‘o’, then a sly smile spreads across her face and she moves experimentally along my cock. She stops, the head of my cock sheathed in her silky heat, but I want more. Much more. I put my hands on her hips and put a little pressure on her, my fingers digging in, silently urging her to stop experimenting and instead come down on me. Her resistance gives way once more, and this time there is no stopping. Eve sinks slowly, all the way, gasping and panting as I fill her. The sensation of being buried in her, of uniting my body with hers, sends tendrils of tingling heat licking my insides.

  “Ride me.”

  Eve doesn’t move.

  “Here, cariña. Like this.” I hold her hips and lift her as I pull out a little, then I slam her down on me, making her squeak and flail.

  “Oh, my goodness, Adam. That was—”

  “Yes?”

  She gyrates her hips. “Do that again.”

  “You can do it. Rise and fall. Sink down on my cock. Find a pace that you like.”

  Her cheeks turn pink, and she chews on her lower lip as she tries it. Once. Her thighs tremble. I stroke along her sides and find her breasts with the deliciously peaked nipples, pinching them lightly, making her gasp.

  “Like this?” she says as she grinds down.

  Oh, hell yes.

  “Like that, cariña. Just like that. Do it again. I love to feel your pussy clenching around my cock. Goddamnit, you feel amazing.”

  She moves again, her pussy slicker than a moment ago, her skin flushing even more. “What do you like, Adam?” she says, breathlessly, as she struggles to find a pace. Her moves are slow and erratic, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. I can’t remember the last time I was so content.

  I keep playing with her nipples, then stroke a path up to her throat, gripping it lightly. I don’t want to scare her just yet, but the caveman in me roars at me to flip her over on her back, hold her down and claim her. I want to feel her life in my hands. I want her to belong to me just as much as I belong to her. She doesn’t know it – how fully and completely she has taken me – and I don’t plan on letting her know anytime soon. It scares me cold, and it sets me on fire.