Page 39 of Shake the Spirit

“I’m your first.”

Ike gives me a wonderful smile. “In so many ways.”

Relaxing on my back with Ike next to me, I soak in how my body belongs to him now. I feel marked. Based on Ike’s awestruck expression, I’ve left my mark on him, too.

I roll onto my side and stroke his chest. His inked skin feels hot against my fingertips. I can’t imagine Ike ever getting sick or weak. He’s godlike to me.

“When was the last time you felt bad?”

“When I couldn’t find you.”

“Before that.”

Ike looks around the room before his gaze returns to me. “I don’t know.”

“I felt bad a lot before we got together days ago. Like my entire life was just one terrible day after another. You’d think the bad feeling would settle in and become easier. Except I still found myself shocked by the reality of it all.”

“That’s over,” he says as his fingers link with mine. “You’re free now.”

“But I’m not sure that I’m the person I thought I was. What if I’m not wild?”

“That’s okay.”

“But I want to be like you.”

“You will be. It’s just that you grew up with all these oppressive expectations. I never had any of that. I could be loud or quiet. I could be into motorcycles or a bookworm. I just grew up doing what felt comfortable. That’s why I know who I am, while you’re still figuring it out.”

“I want the person in my head to be who I am for real.”

“That’s never going to fully happen,” Ike says softly, and I feel my stomach clench with disappointment. “I mean, I wish I could be smarter sometimes. I see myself saying really funny shit like my cousins, but nothing comes out of my mouth.”

Despite wishing the woman in my head could be who I see in the mirror, I am relieved to learn Ike isn’t perfect. He seems so out of reach, even while his lips suck at mine. Keeping him with me forever feels like a joke. That’s why it’s reassuring to know he doesn’t wake up with all the answers.

My brain stops fussing over my dreams versus reality as soon as Ike’s wet lips suck at my nipple. I’m once again awash with wonderful lust.

Blinded by my need to be close to Ike, I don’t think of a single thing outside this room for the rest of the night.

We make love twice in the evening and once after waking up naked next to each other. Sex is so much fun that I never consider the consequences.

Not until I’m limping after my shower. By the time we make our way downstairs for breakfast, I feel hollowed out. As if my pussy is still stuffed full of Ike’s impressive cock.

Sitting down too fast causes me to flinch and hiss in pain. I adjust in the chair and grunt like a grumpy monkey. Noticing my pain, Ike suddenly wears a hangdog expression.

“I was too rough.”

“It was so good.”

Facing pinching, Ike mutters, “I should have been more gentle. I don’t think you were wet enough.”

“I was dripping wet. Like a faucet got turned on in my lower region. I don’t know where all that stuff was coming from, but you made me go wild,” I explain and then add, “Especially when you kissed me down there.”

Ike offers a sad grin. “I never want you to suffer.”

“I don’t know how you plan to accomplish that.”

“Neither do I. Bubble wrap, maybe?”

“What’s that?”

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