I’m tender. So sensitive. Still enjoying the ecstasy of the orgasm when he pushes his big cock inside me. He thrusts in hard and deep, groaning as he feels my walls tighten around him. I reach down with one hand, nails digging into his flesh, and push him deeper in me. He takes hold of my thigh with one hand, holding himself up with the other.
We’re far from comfortable on the hood of the car, but comfort isn’t a concern right now. All that matters is getting off, which I’m about to again.
“Oh my god,” I moan as he pushes in deeper than before.
“Are you close?” he groans. I know he is.
“Yes.”
He brings his head down, kissing me hard. I buck my hips and feel the second orgasm start to ripple through me. Thomas moans, dropping himself down on me and slowing his movement. He’s a second away from coming, and I’m not quite there yet. I grab his ass with both hands, widen my legs, and bring him deep into me. I circle my hips, and that does him in. He comes hard, and the pulsing of his cock inside me is all I need to come for the second time.
We stay on the hood of the car for a minute, both needing time to recover before he moves away and pulls up his pants. I slowly sit up, coming back to the here and now. I’m still riding high from sex, and I’m ready to go upstairs and crawl into bed with this beautiful man. We had a hell of a night, and I’m not talking about the sex.
“I’m hungry now.” Thomas zips up his pants and I force myself to sit up and find my panties from somewhere on the driveway.
“Me too.”
“You shower,” he says, grabbing my pants for me. “And I’ll cook something.”
I pull my panties on then take my pants from him. “You’re too good to me, you know.”
“I can never be good enough.” He tugs at the charm around his neck, and I realize that I forgot what he really is for a moment. Though that’s not what hereallyis. He’s a man, not a monster.
Pulling the charm off his neck, he hands me the necklace and watches as his wings reappear.
“Someday you won’t need this,” I say, putting the charm into my purse. Hand in hand, we walk up to the house and enter through the front door. The TV is on, and Gil, Jac, and Hasan are all glued to it. I’m about to crack a joke about limiting their screen time, but then I catch what the news broadcaster is saying.
“Good. You’re home.” Jac stands and motions to the TV. “There’s been another ghost attack.”
