Page 60 of Shake the Spirit

Once stripped down, Ike steps under the hot water. “Don’t be afraid to stop or ask for help.”

“I promise,” I say and press my body against his.

The water washes away the sweatiness from the warm day. The world outside the shower falls away just like when Ike and I were in bed last night. We are back in the void, where I’m alone with the one person who sees everything I want to be.

I’m emboldened by the heat of the water against our aroused bodies. I kiss his chest and lick his nipples as my hands slide down his body.

My fingers wrap around his thick cock, savoring the length. Ike sighs deeply and rests his back against the wall.

Leaning forward, I kiss his hard stomach. After studying his thick erection, I dare to snake my tongue out and taste the head of his cock. A salty flavor awaits me. I inhale sharply as my nipples tighten into painful points. Between my legs, my pussy aches to be fucked.

“I love you,” I tell him as I get my brain back on the task in front of me.

“Oana, you’re everything,” he says, and my name sounds sexy in his aroused voice.

Wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock, I lower myself for another taste. My mouth welcomes his flesh, taking him deep enough for the head to tickle the back of my throat. When my tongue teases the underside of his cock, he groans in a new way.

I recall the magical night Ike and I met. I never imagined knowing his body the way I do now. My new confidence empowers me to suck his cock deeper and faster. Every drop of salty seed makes my pussy pulse with need.

I don’t dare touch myself. Ike’s cock is too big to be enjoyed with one hand.

My lips suck harder at his erection. His moans push me to become bolder. My fingers wrapped around the base stretch and tease his balls, heavy with his seed.

His hips roll. I feel him tipping toward an orgasm. I don’t really know what happens when he comes. I’ve never seen it happen.

I’m startled by the spray of seed against the back of my throat. Yet, I continue to suck, driven by his pleasured moans. Each drop excites me more.

Ike struggles between his raw lust and the need to be gentle with me. I feel his battle with how his hips drive his cock deeper, even while his fingers play gently with my hair.

Even when he’s spent, I don’t want to stop licking and sucking at his cock.

Ike takes charge by sliding his fingers under my armpits and pulling me to my feet. He kisses me deeply. His hands slither down my back and press me against the length of his hard body. I feel beautiful, sexy, and powerful.

With Ike as my guide, I believe I can survive in this new world.

IKE, AKA THE HOMESICK FOOL

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