Page 28 of Dancing with a Ghost

I sat stock still, waiting for his revulsion to kick in but it never did. He leaned forward, kissing every inch of my naked skin, leaving no part without his lavish attention.

My cock, having deflated, now began to take notice, growing bigger with each touch.

Toby had moved now, placing himself between my legs, gradually working his way down my body. His kisses were featherlight and whilst I felt most of them, the marred skin had no sensation, nerve endings damaged beyond repair.

I glanced between his legs, seeing his erection pushing against the fabric of his underwear, the tip of his cock peeking out above the band at his waist. A drop of clear liquid seeped from the slit, slowly increasing in its intensity. I wondered what it would taste like, what he would taste like.

“Let me touch you too.” He looked up into my eyes and smiled, removing his briefs with one hand, while supporting his body with his other.

As he lay next to me, I slowly touched the end of his cock, rubbing the liquid between my fingertips before bringing them to my lips, tasting him.

I was surprised at the lack of taste. I’d thought there would be this great revelation, an explosion on my tongue and I was a little disappointed.

By now, Toby had continued his trail across my body, this time with his fingers. I watched as they danced across my flesh, goosebumps raising in their wake.

Closer and closer to my cock, I watched with interest as it filled in anticipation of his touch.

He raised his eyes to mine. “Can I?”

I nodded, eagerly. I needed it.

“You can touch me too. Actually, it might be easier to do it this way.”

He turned on the bed, lying on his side, so his feet were close to my head. Ah, now I saw where he was going with this and adjusted myself so I could touch him without stretching.

My touch was tentative at first, never having done this before. His skin was soft, much like mine, the head of his cock continuing to leak. A hand circled my own cock and squeezed, spurring me on. I touched the tip, massaging it with the beads of precum.

“Harder, Matty.” I did as he asked and touched him as I would myself. Rubbing my hand up and down his shaft, the skin moving beneath my hand.

In response, his hand sped up, bringing me so close to a release I thought I’d never have again. Faster and faster he worked and I lost track of what I was doing. A quick thrust into my hand brought me back and I carried on. Feeling courageous, I stroked his hairless skin, moving my hand down to touch his balls. Oh, that felt so good. Toby must have liked it too, as they tightened beneath my hands.

Dear God, this was all too much. With a shout, my cock exploded over his hand. Seconds later, I felt the warmth of his release as it pulsed from him, the first spurt hitting me square in the chest.

I saw stars, a galaxy of them, spinning and whirling in my mind. It was all consuming.

“Matty?” A worried voice brought me back. Toby was leaning over me, his brow furrowed with concern. “Are you okay?”

Confusion filled my head and I struggled to focus.

“I think so.” I struggled to sit, finally managing to rest against the headboard.

“Thank fuck for that. I thought I’d lost you for a moment. How do you feel? I didn’t break you did I?”

“No, you didn’t, but I do feel a bit strange.”

“You feel warm, actually, and you never have before. I’m hoping this means something.”

I did too. The words of my angel of death came to me again. An emotional and physical connection, one to last for all time.

Well, we’d certainly had a physical connection. It wasn’t what I was expecting. Nevertheless, it was an exciting development in our relationship and one I was yearning to have again.

Chapter Thirteen

Toby

“Ihopesotoo,but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It could mean nothing.” He actually looked revived, more with it than I’d ever seen before.

I agreed, but just then for a solitary moment, I thought I’d lost him. As he came, his body flickered in and out of existence before appearing again, as solid and whole as ever.

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