Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

He hummed.

“If you don’t get that thick prick of your inside me, you’re going to miss out because I’m going to come.”

“First time’s for you.” Reaching down he circled her wet clit once, twice, and then he thrust home.

“Jett!” Her walls clamped down on him. Held his fingers in a tight embrace as her body shook. When her tremors calmed he pulled his fingers free and brought them to his lips. He sucked her ripe juices off and groaned. Even better than I remembered, damn, how is that possible? The buttery, rich, salty, treat made him want more. His cock twitched. Later. He picked up the silver square, ripped off the top, and sheathed himself.

“You ready for me, Sas?”

“God, yes.”

He lined himself up to her center and eased in. Her muscles sucked him in, accepted him like a lover returned from a long trip.

“You’re always so wet for me, Kansas, and tight.” He grunted. His hands rested on either side of her head. She flexed.

“It’s my turn, Paranormal boy.”

He moved back and surged back in. Her hands flexed on his forearms.

“That’s man to you.” He winked as he bent to take her lips. The room was silent as they fed on kisses, and their bodies came together in an unhurried rhythm that suspended time. Gazes locked, their eyes spoke words they weren’t ready to say out loud. She tightened, and he let the earthquake inside him carry over into the abyss where they existed together in the most intense state of blissful pleasure possible.

“We should shower.” Her husky voice anchored him back to the earth.

“Yeah. I’m sure I’m getting heavy.”

“No, I’m like the way you feel on top of me.”

“Me, too.” He kissed her forehead, and pushed up. A whimper of protest slipped from her swollen lips as he pulled away and left the bed.

“Where the bathroom?”

“Through that door.” She nodded toward the door to his right and he nodded. “Meet you in there?”

“Mmhmm.”

He walked over to the bathroom, held the tip, and pulled the plastic free. Tearing off toilet paper he wrapped the rubber up, tossed it into the trash can. A moment later Kansas joined him.

“Are you ready to shower?” she asked.

“Yes.” He nodded.

She walked over to the curtain, and he smirked.

“You have a Tardis on your shower curtain.”

“Oooh, cool points for knowing what that is.”

They were both exhausted. The simple soap up and rinse off was quick and lacked the playful exploration he wanted but had no energy for. Tomorrow I’ll remedy this. Her body was definitely smaller, too. I might be paranoid, but I’m going to bring that up, too. Satisfied with his plans he closed his gritty eyelids and allowed the soft bed and Kansas’s body heat to lull him into a deep sleep.

****

Kansas woke with a start. Tiny drops of sweat dotted her brow. Her stomach rolled. No! Not now, I’m not ready. She opened her mouth, swallowed air, and willed her stomach to settle. Copious amounts of saliva filled her mouth, and she eased from bed as fast as she could without waking the man snuggled up behind her. The door clicked, and she leapt in front of the porcelain object just in time to empty the contents of her stomach. The bitter taste of bile filled her mouth. Tears ran down her face. On, and on it went until there was nothing left. She spat, flushed the toilet, and rested her face on the cool tile flooring. After a few minutes she pulled herself up to standing position, turned on the faucet, rinsed out her mouth, and brushed her teeth.

She opened the door and cursed her luck when she found a concerned Jett awake and sitting on the edge of the bed. A stern expression darkened his features.

“We need to talk. I know you lost a good amount of weight, and I just heard you in there. You never mentioned you were sick on the phone. So, what’s going on?”

“It’s a recent development.”