Page 41 of Baking With A Ghost

"I want you, John. All of you, please."

"I want to turn you around, Si. I want to be able to see your face."

He scrambles around and I can't not kiss him like this. My heart has left my body, preferring to follow Simon like a dog on a leash and I blink back the surge of affection for him. His warm, brown eyes send the same feeling back to me.

Reaching over, I tap his hips to raise and place a pillow under them to make him more comfortable.

"It's an awkward position here, but I think we can make it work like this. Next time though, on your knees will work just fine." I smooth my hands up his chest. "You okay?"

He nods and I position myself at his hole, slowly pushing in and watching his cues. He only stops me once and I lean in to whisper how amazing he is and how damn good he feels, until finally I'm buried inside him and moaning about how fucking perfect he is.

Simon wraps his legs around my hips and pulls me impossibly closer, peppering kisses anywhere he can reach.

"Fuck, John… I wasn't expecting it to feel so good. Shit… "

I prop myself up on an elbow, but still allow him to clutch me as close as he can and together we move. All frenzy gone, replaced with the slow rocking of two people more into each other than the act itself. Watching Simon's head drop back as he loses himself to the feeling of me inside him has me on edge sooner than I like, but it's impossible to not let it affect me.

"I'm close, Si. Let me sit up."

I wrap my hand around his cock and he pushes himself forward, impaling himself while I jerk him off.

"Oh god… " He throws his head back and shoots stream after stream of thick, milky cum on himself. It's the single hottest thing I've seen and I pull out to add my load to his.

Simon peers up at me, cheeks still pink and panting. "I've never done that before, but I know it would never have been that good if I did."

He scooches forward on the bench and I pull him up into me, not caring about the cum that's now dripped on the floor and smashed between us.

"You don't know that. You have nothing to compare it to, but I appreciate the compliment."

"I don't need to compare it to anything to know. When I said your soul called to mine, I wasn't joking. That's all I needed to know you would be perfect for me. So thank you for taking a chance and believing in a crazy thing like souls and the afterlife. Soul mates are a real thing, we just had to take a different path to find ours." He takes my face in his hands and kisses me with a tenderness that makes my heart melt. "So, thank you, and… " he ducks his head, "I can't wait to do more of that."

I laugh and start walking us to the shower. "All you need to do is say the word and I'll do it whenever you want, Si. I'm a man of few wants but I'd never say no to that."

He pauses at the shower with a wicked grin. "I'll hold you to that."

John

6 Months later

"Hey,Simon!Arethosemuffins almost done?"

I poke my head back in the kitchen and smile at the scene before me. Simon has taken a liking to my playlist and often has it on while he creates. Hips swaying and lip syncing, he smiles at me as he turns out a fresh batch of banana chocolate chip muffins.

"These are cooled enough, you can take these out. Is it still busy? Want me to make something else?"

"Just pop the loaves of Nostalgia bread in for Mary, she'll be by at the end of the day. You're still okay with that?"

He wipes his hands on his apron with a nod. "Absolutely, I'll get that going for her, but with one request."

Stepping into the kitchen completely, I walk over and wipe the flour off his nose. "I told you we can't have sex in the bakery kitchen Si. So as long as it's not that, I'll do whatever you ask."

"I'm not the sex maniac you make me out to be, you know."

I raise an eyebrow and scoff.

"Okay, but only a little bit." His hand on the back of my head pulls me down for a kiss. "I just wanted you to refill my coffee, please. It's been a long day since someone woke me up so early."

"Of course I can do that." I grab his travel mug off the counter, the one we purchased on our first real road trip. It wasn't the usual kind of road trip, as we tracked down Ronald's grave for Simon to say goodbye. In an effort to bring a smile back to his face, I bought him the mug at a gas station when we stopped. It's rather hideous but it's covered in sunflowers and says,Sun always comes after the rain. I felt at the time it was fitting for his state of mind.

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