Page 21 of Almost You

As he’d come, I’d felt it. I bit my lip, nearly drawing blood.

My whole body—inside his body—thrummed.

It was crazy and wild. Thank God Christopher was into trying it.

Our legs trembled. “I’ll go slow.” I reassured Christopher.

I slicked the dildo and massaged our hole a little more, keeping it loose. I hadn’t even used it yet, and I was all hot and bothered. Breathing hard.

Or Christopher’s body was hot, flushed and needy. I was only borrowing it, controlling it. I told myself not to feel possessive of him. To stop saying “our hand, our mouth, our ass.”

Yet…it didn’t feel separate.

When I’d been alive, I’d lived in a body. Now I was at home living in his.

“Stroke us,” Christopher said. And that settled it.

Us.

I almost wept.

Christopher believed his body was mine. What a gift that was.

He saw us as joined, and so did I.

I stroked our dick, making us shudder. At the same time, I circled the tip of the dildo along our rim. The only thing I wished for was a kiss. I wanted to kiss Christopher before I fucked him.

Not possible.

I pushed away any sadness. Nothing was perfect—no sexual act, no person. Each had flaws. If we couldn’t kiss here, we’d kiss in the ghost realm. We’d take our moments, the good parts offered. I needed to learn to savor them. But was this fair to Christopher? I worried. Didn’t he deserve everything?

“Please,” he begged in a gritty voice.

That was all that mattered. I could give Christopher this.

“Take a big inhale.”

Christopher obeyed sharply.

He jerked our hips up, and it was me controlling the toy. Our ass took it beautifully, clenching as we accepted the dildo.

“Yes…”

We dug our teeth into our lower lip. Sweat dripped down our back. My energy felt like it would burst I was so turned-on. Inside of him, moving the dildo for him. But also…feeling it fill us. Feeling the strain.

Fuck amnesia and all of that. I knew it was the single, hottest shit I’d ever done.

I thrust the dildo harder. Riding it deep into our ass, fucking us. Short, rushed thrusts. Hard, real. A fiery need letgo—Christopher and I shouted together. The dildo rubbed our prostate. Our toes curled as a final release made the world go white.

Afterward. Our arm wrapped around our middle, holding tight.

I forced a swallow—not letting go. Emotions swamped me. Christopher’s warmth. His care. His agreement to allow this—it all humbled me. I was so damn grateful.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Christopher murmured. That was when I realized that our eyes were wet with tears.

I’d made us cry.

Our throat tightened even more. “I’m sorry.”

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