I thrust my tongue harder, showing her the intensity and cadence I wish to provide once it’s my cock inside her wet heat instead of my tongue.
“More,” she cries.
Using my thumb, I draw circles around her clit, pressing harder on the left side, which I’ve noticed is the side that makes her moan a little louder, makes her knuckles turn a little whiter as she fists the blanket.
I decide to swap my tongue and my fingers, knowing how much better I can make her feel this way. My cheeks are soaked with her nectar. She’s dripping for me. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
I don’t bother testing her body with one finger at this point. She can take two. Slowly, I insert my pointer and middle fingers, and she proves me right, the walls of her pussy squeezing and pulling me in, slick enough to take my fingers easily. My good girl. I can’t wait to be inside her fully, hip to hip.
My tongue flicks against the hood of her clit, tracing along the edges of her labia. I curl my fingers inside her pussy as I suck on her clit, seeking that place deep inside that will make her lose control. Swirling my tongue around and around, I can tell she’s close.
“D-don’t stop, oh fuck. Oh fuck!”she screams, her hips rocking faster against my face as her walls flutter around my fingers erratically.
I thrust against the side of the bed; I can’t help it. The feel of her. The sight of her. She’s too exquisite. I pinch my eyes shut and try to envision mundane, unsexy things to keep from coming in my pants. Cleaning damp leaves out of the gutter. Ethel attempting to carry a tune while gardening, and the awful screech when she gets to a high note. The mice infestation I discovered in the attic two years ago.
Natalie’s breath gets caught in her throat, and my eyes fly open. Her movements are becoming erratic, which fans the flames of my desire.
“Yes, sweetheart,” I pant against her clit, “come for me.”
As if waiting for my command, she unravels at my words. The walls of her pussy grip my fingers like they’re never going to let me go. The pressure of her cunt is so delicious I struggle to breathe. I hope I stay stuck like this forever. Her legs kick out, and her entire body jerks as her breath lodges in her throat. A thin coat of sweat makes her body shimmer, like her skin was made from stardust.
I follow her into the abyss, moaning against her cunt as hot come fills my underwear. Giving her pleasure is as close to heaven as I’ve gotten in the hundred and some odd years since I died. It might be all I ever get, and that would be enough.
“Wow,” she says, breathless, letting out a soft chuckle. “That was amazing.”
I suck the rest of her sweet come off my fingers before I crawl up her body and settle in at her side, pushing damp curls off her forehead and tucking them behind her ear. She gazes up at me in awe, her features soft and sleepy.
Her hand goes to the button of my pants. “Your turn,” she says, tugging at the loose waistband.
I grab her wrists, stopping her. “That’s okay, really. Tonight wasn’t about me.”
Her brow furrows. “What? But I want to.”
“Well,” I clear my throat, gesturing down to my crotch.
She notices the large wet spot, and her big brown eyes widen. “Oh.”
“I came right after you.” Perhaps I should be embarrassed, coming in my pants like a pubescent boy seeing his first naked breast, but I feel the opposite. There was no way I could watch Natalie come undone and not follow her. My body feels languid and settled, my mind matching it. The only regret I carry is that my come is soaking through my pants, and not covering her beautiful tits and stomach. Or, even better, filling that tight pussy until it leaks back out onto her thighs.
Next time.
I wrap my arms around her, pressing her cheek to my chest.
“You’re so cold.”
“Ah,” I say, starting to extricate myself from her. “That would be the wholedeadthing. I’m sorry if it’s unpleasant.”
She looks up at me, her big brown eyes pleading. “No, don’t you move. I like it. It’s cooling me off.” Natalie lets out a contented sigh.
I lay back down, relieved she isn’t frightened or put off by the otherness of my body.
“Did you want to change clothes?”
“No,” I say. “Once I shift out of my corporeal form, the stain will be gone. But that would mean I’d have to let you go, and I would return to this form fully clothed.”
She grunts, her gaze heated as it moves from my bare chest down to my stomach. “We can’t have that. Fuck it. Bring that wet spot over here.”
I laugh. “I’m already here, sweetheart.”
