Then his mouth was on my breast, his teeth sinking into my nipple as his easy strokes grew harder, longer, and deeper until he was driving into me, his balls smacking violently against my ass as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt better than anything I had ever felt in my life. My breathing was ragged as I grabbed at his arms, the aroma of our sex along with the sounds that filled the room—moans, grunts, my wetness welcoming his dick inside of me over and over again—all making me feel…high. So high that I felt myself floating, and then we were falling, falling, falling, eventually landing on soft grass, trees surrounding us, animals sauntering by us like we weren’t even there. The hot sun bathed our already heated flesh as he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me.
He lowered my legs and flipped me over, pushing on my upper back until my chest and face met the grass. Then he was inside me again, stretching my eager pussy again, making me melt all over his dick again, making me scream his name again,
His hands tightly gripped my ass as he pounded into me. My mouth hung open, tasting grass and dirt, my hands digging into the earth, pulling at the flowers that surrounded us. Red flowers, sweet-smelling red flowers.
The sound of his palm smacking my ass filled the air along with his grunts and his repeated declarations of love as yet another orgasm seized me, forcing tears from my eyes. Then the sun was gone, and I felt fat raindrops as they began to bombard us. Thunder boomed loudly, and I could feel electric static in the air as the ground beneath me grew soggier and soggier.
And Sam kept fucking me.
“What…is…this?” I wailed. It felt so good, frighteningly good. Was this what it was supposed to feel like to fuck a god?
Leaning over my back, he spoke directly into my ear. “This is us. This is the magic we make. This is our love.”
His dick massaged my walls through the thunderstorm, through the rolling away of the clouds, through the appearance of a rainbow, and when he finally exploded, I swear the earth beneath us trembled.
11
Sampson
We were in my chambers, lying in my bed. I was in her arms, my sanctuary, with my face buried between her breasts. I wanted her again, but I was trying not to overdo it. Our lovemaking had already incited a thunderstorm and a small earthquake all in one day.
“How did we get here again? I mean, how do you do this? How do you move us across the world in an instant?” she asked.
Lifting my head, I peered up at her to find her eyes on me. “My people…we have more than five senses and abilities of nearly infinite proportions. Apportation is one of them. Just like we are not bound by time, we are also not bound by the laws of physics.”
“So, you invading my mind is another of those abilities?”
I nodded. “Sorry about that. It’s easier for me to communicate like that when I’m frustrated.”
“I kind of like the way it feels when you do it, to be honest. It’s kind of like you’re kissing my mind or something. It’s strange but soothing.”
“I’m glad to hear that, but back to the apportation…I didn’t bring us here this time, Temple. You did.”
She bolted upright in the bed, leaving me on the sheet that still held her warmth. “What did you say? I did what? How? Is this stuff transferable like a damn STD or something? I can’t have those abilities or powers or whatever, Sam. I’m not immortal.”
“Your emotions caused it. It was unconscious on your part, but it was all you, love. And no, the abilities can’t be transferred. Only an immortal can do what you did.” I kissed her right ear and rubbed my finger over the dark spot behind it, a shapeless mark that I knew for a fact had always been there. There wasn’t an inch of her body I hadn’t committed to memory twenty years earlier. “This little birthmark? It’s identical to mine,” I said.
She snatched her head around, confusion in her eyes as she reached up and rubbed her mark. I turned my head, folding my ear over to show her mine.
She gasped. “I’m…”
“Yes, you are, love.”
*****
She fainted again.
I understood why, and had I not known she was just as immortal as me, I might’ve panicked; but instead, I opened the windows in my chambers and stood staring out at the garden.
Temple was a rarity, an immortal who was not of pure African blood. I’d known it the moment we made love for the first time. I’d seen the tiny mark before, but I’d thought it was a coincidence, a thing that was common in black folks like keloid scars or something, believing there was no way my parents’ tales could be true. But once I was inside her, I not only knew who I was, I also knew who she was, and that? That scared the shit out of me, and it made it easy for me to follow Porter to Bilowga and to agree to the training the ancestors prescribed for me. That fear even made me agree with their assessment that Temple would be a distraction, but it didn’t keep me from seeking her; and now, it wouldn’t keep me from loving her, live and in color.
“Sam…”
Her soft voice startled me a bit, but when I turned to see her sitting up in bed, her hair a puffy mess from our rainstorm sex, I smiled, my heart expanding at the sight of her. I was in the bed again in seconds, sitting beside her, breathing her in. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I…did I pass out again?”
I nodded.
“How…if I’m an immortal?”
“The same way I was able to draw blood from my hand. We can be hurt, but we heal, remarkably so.”
“Have…have you always known I was one?”
“I’ve known since prom night, although at first, I thought maybe I was muddling my awareness of myself with my love for you, but when I realized I was literally unable to feel what I felt for you for anyone else, I was sure. When I say immortals mate for life, I mean two immortals. The same does not apply for immortals who mate with mortals.”
“But you said immortals have chosen death when they lost mortal lovers.”
“Those immortals never had the blessing of finding their immortal soulmates, or there was none assigned to them. That’s usually because they’re not of pure blood.”
“Like me.”
“Yes. The ancestors say my blood called to yours, that the purity of my blood is just that potent, that powerful. What the others felt with mortals was a type of love, but not…this.”
“Hmmm. I’ve always been really sensitive to my surroundings, and my hearing is ridiculously good. Eyesight, too. I never get sick,” she mused, I suppose trying to make sense of what she now knew to be her truth. “Never. Rarely been physically hurt. I’ve only been in the hospital once and that was…”
“A week or so before I contacted you. I know.”
Her wide eyes settled on me as her mouth gaped open. “You know?”
“Yes, love. I told you, I never forgot you. I went to Brownhaven ten years ago to find that you were married.”
“To my first husband…”
“Yes, so I tucked my tail and left. After that, I kept track of you through social media, knew when that marriage had ended, and returned to Brownhaven shortly thereafter to find that you were already engaged again.”