Page 23 of Almost You

He gave a sweet smile. “Let’s see.”

This made me nervous. He was my tether, my friend, my lover. I was almost me—mostly me—with him.

Maybe that was a bizarre idea, but I felt closest to myself with him. My urge to know him grew, even as my urge to know my past-self faded. I could be vulnerable with Christopher and still feel strong.

So, of course, I really wanted to fuck him.

Christopher leaned closer, brushing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip. I shivered. My mind conjured a giant bed with the softest quilts and pillows. Christopher tossed a bunch of the pillows aside. He grabbed me and swung me to the bed. We got naked fast.

I licked the spot at his collarbone again, loving the salty sweat there. He groaned and pulled me on top of him. And then we were kissing some more, and a fireplace appeared near us, thefire warm and crackling. Christopher’s skin took on a flushed glow. I relished the contact. Skin on skin. I held him a long moment. Gazing into his eyes.

“I never wanted a man. Only you.” He confessed with a nervous rush.

I was nervous, too. Could I fuck him? Could I even come? Yet, Christopher was special. He saw me, felt me. Knew me.

He spit into his palm. Christopher took our dicks in his hand, working them together. All my nerves dissolved at his touch. This was real. Our cocks jerked in unison. Mine longer, his thicker. The look of our cocks rubbing together was so right. More right than anything in this realm had ever been. Panting, Christopher released his grip and put his legs up, hooking them over his arms. I scooted lower to work my tongue on him. Despite lacking some taste compared to the human realm, I liked it.

I liked the way he squirmed under me. It felt earthy, human.

Our grunts filled the air. It didn’t take long for him to be ready, his hole loose and wet. Lining my body to his, I surged forward. My balls tingled, aching to fill him right away, but I held back. I had to give him pleasure. Christopher gasped loudly as I entered him.

“Don’t…stop.”

As if I could stop. My body was his, my whole being was his. I trembled, even as my dick throbbed for mercy. I ignored it, pounding into him. Giving Christopher what he’d asked for, what he’d needed. I felt his body shuddering, his cum splattering me.

I lost it. Crying out, thrusting forward with all my might—light, powerful blasts of light. I came, even if no semen was there.

My whole body shifted, the world expanded, and I let go.

I collapsed on top of him. Christopher gathered my face between his firm hands. Kissed my cheeks, lips. We clung to each other, sharing a smile. He was mine. I was myself. Until forever.

But was that fair?

I stared into his eyes, so full of trust. I hesitated before moving my fingers down the side of his jaw, his neck, letting them linger on his strong shoulders. How I yearned to keep him happy, and close to me.

My forever was not the same as a human’s. And eventually, when Christopher became a ghost, there were no guarantees we’d find each other or feel the same.

I rolled to my side, worried.

Was I the type to take what I wanted? Or put another person’s needs ahead of my own?

THIRTEEN

Christopher

I woke with a giant smile. I had never known it could be like this. I’d always blamed and beaten myself up for not loving Abby’s touch, not connecting to her or others. I had been convinced something was missing in me.

But this.

Nothing was missing with Ghost.

I reached for him. Wanting only to touch him again. Feel his lean body against mine. I’d never tire of touching him. Whether it was the soft brush of my fingertips on his skin, or the hard drive of his cock into me—I savored all of it. I could kiss his pouty lips and nestle into him and be happy just spooning him. Or I could do more—lick a hot trail to his stomach where he had a cute dip in his navel, and go lower, kissing him everywhere. Worshiping him.

My heart overflowed, imagining all the sweet and spicy times ahead.

But he wasn’t within reach. Ghost stood on the other side of the bedroom, his arms crossed, his gaze on me hard to read.

I got out of the bed and went over to him, halting just short of touching him.

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