Page 12 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Underworld

Her pupils are blown wide, a darker green against the translucent glow of her face. “I wish I could touch you,” shewhispers, her voice forlorn and desperate all at once, and I don’t miss the way her thighs press together.Fuck.

I drop to my knees, leaning into her, bringing my face close to her neck. “I wish I could taste you,” I say without thinking. “I’d kiss every inch of your skin if I could. I bet you smell fucking amazing.”

She makes a small whimpering sound, squirming in her seat again, her palms pressed flat against her thighs.

“You don’t need my permission, baby, but if you want it, you have it. Touch yourself if you need to. Trust me, I won’t mind.”

She lets out a breathy laugh. “Only if you do the same.”

I stare into her eyes. “It’s a deal.” I lift a hand to her face, wishing I could feel the softness of her skin as I trace the outline of her jaw. “You’re beautiful,” I add quietly as she lifts her hands to her hair, pulling pins free. They disappear into nothing and she shakes her hair loose so that it falls in waves down to the small of her back. “You’re just so fucking stunning.”

“It doesn’t bother you, that I would quite happily do this?”

“No! Why would it?”

“Because obviously… there must have been others, for a lady such as myself to be confident in what she knows about a man, and —”

“I don’t care. Or, let me rephrase that; I care aboutyou, not some archaic ideas around virginity and experience.”

The relief on her face is palpable. “You’re a good man.”

“I’m just a man. Everyone should be like this. But… does it bother you? What I do, I mean. Now that you’ve had a front-row seat.”

She shakes her head. “You said it was acting. Do you mean it, when you dance for them? Do you mean it in the same way you mean it for me?”

“No. Everything’s different with you.”

She smiles softly. It seems only natural to close the gap between our lips. I don’t understand how I can feel so much when there’s no true sensation here, no pliable mouth sliding over mine, but perhaps it’s the sound of her breathless little moan or the sight of her eyes fluttering closed that does it for me. My hand is on my cock, pulling it out at the same time that she grabs at her breasts through the fabric of her top, squeezing them. I lean back, still on my knees, letting her watch me stroke my cock, teasing myself with the slowest pace possible as I drag my foreskin back and forth over the head. She licks her lips, her eyes meeting mine a moment later in silent invitation, and I rise, pressing my cock to the shape of her mouth.

“Holy fuck.” It’s disconcerting and strange andfucking hotto see my dick in her mouth — I can seethroughher, after all. She pulls back with a grin after a moment, the cool sense ofheron the head of my cock making me shiver.

“I wish I could taste you,” she says. “But the sight of you alone is a joy.” I stroke my dick faster in response, leaking precum that drips through the shape of her skirt and onto the floor, and she lets out a long exhale through pursed lips, her hands finding her breasts once more.

There’s a sudden urgency in the air, accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing. Her fingers undo her buttons quickly, and soon her entire blouse is being pulled over her head, melting away into thin air as she drops it. She pulls her bra-like contraption upwards, hiking the fabric up above her tits so that her nipples are exposed to the cold night air, and fuck it’s such a pretty sight, her full breasts spilling over the edge of the corset she wears underneath.

“I want you to come,” I say. “I want you to touch yourself for me, and I want us to come together.”

“Yes,” she gasps, already playing with nipples. I drop to my knees again, and her legs spread as wide as her skirt allows.

“Show me that pretty pussy,” I demand. “Fuck, I want to touch you.”

She grabs at her skirt with both hands, pulling it up quickly, revealing another layer of…lace-edged crotchless shorts?I’ll have to ask her about her underwear another time, because she spreads her legs wider again, and all of my attention is drawn to her centre, the star of the show, the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen. She spreads herself further again with delicate fingers, and I watch, squeezing my dick and feeling ready to explode as she traces her outer folds in a tease before finally setting the pad of her finger on her clit.

I can’t take the sound of her quiet moans, not without doing something myself. It doesn’t even feel silly to lean forward and lick, my tongue swiping through cool air rather than the warmth of her. She moans louder, and her hand moves faster.

“Lie down,” she whispers, and at my confused look she rises, her chest heaving, drawing my attention to her breasts. “On the floor. Please.”

“I don’t think this is how…” I begin, doing as I’m told, but my words cut off as she climbs over me, half her limbs goingthroughme as she straddles my hips. “Ohfuuuck,” I groan, watching her line herself up with my dick. It doesn’t even matter that I can’t feel her; there’s something about all of this — about Rose — that makes this the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.

She continues to rub her clit as she lowers herself abruptly, my dick inside her — I can literally see it through the shape of her — and I pump my fist faster. She’s not actually sitting on me — her thighs disappear into my body on either side of my hips, and I know she’s holding herself in place, but it still looks fucking hot. She looks down, watching my cock through herself with an open-mouthed stare, squeezing her breast once more, her hand on her cunt never faltering.

She is a tiny thing, and my dick looks huge inside her. “Holy fuck,” I grunt, too fucking turned on to be disturbed by the fact that I’m rubbing one outinsidethe body of my ghost girlfriend, my hand working my dick at a frenzied pace, the continuous wetfap fap fapsound loud enough to be heard over the music still playing from my phone. “Fuck I’m close,” I hiss, feeling it building beyond what I can handle. “Rose —”

She cries out suddenly, back arched and head thrown back, tits thrust outwards and long hair brushing my thighs, and it’s my undoing. I come with a groan, thick ropes of cum erupting as I continue to work my foreskin over the head of my dick. Watching me ‘fill’ her is an experience for sure, and she moans as I keep going, until there’s a huge pool of cum on my ownstomach, a mess on the floor and on my thighs, and all the while Rose rocks herself as if she’s grinding on me.

I let out a deep exhale, my head landing back on the floor with athunk, closing my eyes for a moment. Her breathy laugh is such a wonderful sound, and I grin. I get the sense that she’s scooting forward, and open my eyes to her caging my head with her arms, a shower of translucent green hair surrounding me.

“Hey,” I murmur, staring up at her pretty face.

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