I pace around the grounds of the funeral home, needing fresh air. The entire house smells of lilies and of a smell I’m not too sure of. It unsettles my stomach, makes me nauseous.
Every time I walk the grounds, I read all the names on the tombstones that I pass, letting them know they're not forgotten, I guess. But honestly, in the end, do we really care?
Lost in my own world, I let out a yelp when I’m pulled into a hard chest. Breathing in, I get his scent, immediately relaxing and molding into him.
“What are you doing out here all alone?” Luca whispers in my ear.
Leaning my head fully back, I look up at him as he smiles down at me. “The smell was getting to me.” I squinch up my nose.
He kisses my forehead. “Yeah, they must be nose blind to it.”
Luca moves in front of me. “You ready to go home?” His eyes bounce all over my face.
“I am.” Now that we know Damian is on the road to recovery and he’s safe once again, I want to have a little normalcy in my life that I haven’t been able to have in over a year.
Luca takes my hand, and we walk to the back of the cemetery, where there is a small pond with one lonely concrete bench. He sits before pulling me onto his lap.
We sit there in silence as we watch ducks play in the water. Curious how many brokenhearted loved ones set here, pondering their new life they never wanted or signed up for.
Luca’s hand slides slowly up my thigh as he bends his head and kisses my neck. Lulling me out of my macabre thoughts. The moan I let out is one of approval, as my body becomes laxer.
His tongue slides down my throat, stopping on my pulse point, sucking my skin right there, before he grabs my chin, turning my face toward him, capturing my lips. I give them over freely. As our tongues dance, my hand roams to his crotch, finding his hard cock straining behind his jeans. His moan echoes from my mouth before he clamps down on my bottom lip, pulling it, sucking. The pressure and pain have me warring on him.
Unclasping my lip, he smiles at me. “Stand.” And I obediently do.
I stand in front of him, not speaking, while he unzips my shorts, and they fall to my sandal-covered feet. I stand in this dense, covered cemetery, only in my tank top and panties, before his thumb hooks underneath my fabric and pulls them down where they meet my shorts.
“Oh,” I whisper.
He bites his lip as my pussy becomes visible to him, and his hands wrap around to my ass, pulling me to his face while he breathes me in deeply. “There is nothing fucking sweeter, Killer.” His tongue peeks out before he runs it down my slit, as his hand returns in front of me.
Taking his fingers, Luca spreads me, where my clit is now uncovered, popping out and on full display, begging to be licked. He doesn’t lick; he sucks it into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” I buck into him
He sucks my clit hard, his tongue making circles around the sensitive bud. My legs shake, not wanting to hold themselves up any longer. It’s all so much.
A pop sounds as Luca releases my swollen clit, his hands feverishly fumbling for his own zipper, finagling his jeans down to his knees. His dick is standing at full attention, with precum beads on the tip of his dick.
“Ride me.” With hooded eyes, he doesn't need to tell me twice before I kick my panties and shorts aside and straddle him. Placing one hand on his shoulder, I use the other to grab the base of his cock, as I gently run it from my clit to my entrance, wetting it with my arousal.
Luca hisses as he watches me, his mouth agape. Never taking my eyes off him, I slowly lower myself onto his cock. The way he stretches me, my pussy allowing him in, knowing it’s him. It’s our Luca. My wetness lubes his cock as I slide up and down. Placing his hands on each of my ass cheeks, squeezing, his nails digging into my skin.
I give him a smile as I sit to his hilt, rolling my hips as his dick hits my G-spot.
“Fuck. Just like that, baby,” he praises me.
My hips move faster as I ride him in the cemetery, giving the ghost a show.
I become fervent, bouncing on his dick, my tits bounce as I throw my head back, looking up at the dimly lit sky.
“I’m going to come,” I scream at him, the sensation becoming too much.
“Come for me, Killer.” And that’s my undoing.
Moving wildly, we both come as one, milking the other one dry. My body takes over in jerks, forcing me to slow my pace. Our erratic breathing in sync, I can feel his dick twitch inside me as I fall into him, needing my heart to steady.
Luca rubs my back as we both come down, still inside me.
