Restless Spirits

She leaned up and nipped his bottom lip. “Good. I like to keep you on your toes.”

“Evil woman.”

Laughter and the stirring of love filled the room, chasing away the remnants of drama that had unfolded. That weekend away they had been seekers of sorts, and like every episode of the show, they found what was needed most, the love of their life hidden right beneath their noses all this time.

“As much as I love you, you know I’m not about to sleep here tonight, right? In case she tries to come back for one last scare.”

“We aren’t going to sleep,” he said with fire in his gaze.

“Oh.”

He yanked the towel away from her body. Cool air rushed up to greet her. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy grew damp. She’d never seen him so intense before.

“I almost lost you tonight.” His voice was husky and worn. Passion turned his eyes dark. “Do you know how it felt not being able to reach you when I heard you cry out?” He trailed his fingers down the side of her face.

“No.”

“I’ve never been so scared in my entire life, Demi.” He bent down and buried his face into her neck. “I need to feel you wrapped around me, alive, warm, and wet.” He ghosted his hand down her stomach and parted her lips. She shivered. He slipped a long finger inside her cunt, and she clenched automatically. “That’s it, baby. Hold me tight.” Pulling back he studied her. “I want to see you let go.” His rhythm went from slow and sensual to fuck-me-I’m-melting. She lifted her hips, gripping the sheets as she fucked his hands. Their harried actions were almost violent as they reaffirmed their relationship and reveled in the fact they were still alive. His eyes spoke volumes. He added another finger, curved them, and tilted just so. Her body jerked, and an orgasm crashed down, stealing her breath with its sneak attack. Unable to do more than feel, she cried out, convulsing as he continued to thrust inside her.

“Give it to me again.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” He rubbed her clit with his thumb, and she began the rapid ascent once more, shattering into a million pieces.

He pushed her noodle-limp legs aside and slid between them.

“Look at me, D.” She lifted her heavy lids, and he drove home, coaxing a gasp from her lips. “From now on, this is my pussy.” His hard, fast strokes had her ready to agree to just about anything. “Say it,” he growled.

“Y-your pussy, Pierce.”

“And whose dick is this?”

“M-mine,” she whispered.

He cupped her ass and lifted her up, sinking deeper. “Fuck, so t

ight.”

The slap of skin filled the room. A fine sheen of sweat covered her skin. Beads rolled down his forehead. He moved faster, bottoming out over and over, and she swore he pierced the very heart of her. His body tensed. She tightened around him.

“Fuck. Gonna come.”

“Do it,” she whispered, not far from flying into the abyss.

He gritted his teeth, covering her body with his as he ground into her. “You and me.”

“Yes.”

She began to tremble. He filled her once, twice, and exploded. The heat rocketed through her, and she let go, swept away by the claiming they’d placed on each other. The time for walking away had passed. They were woven together by a bond no man or ghost could break. He collapsed on top of her, and she welcomed his weight, holding him close as they caught their breath.

“Pierce?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m still not staying the night here.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Whatever Demi wants.”