My body becomes alive, and I realize I need her as much as she does me to forget. For a moment in time, I need to just feel comfort and hope.
I run circles along her heated flesh, dipping my hand lower between her legs. My fingers run along her silky folds, spreading signs of her arousal all over her pussy, mixing with the stream of water from the showerhead. She attempts to clamp her legs together to conceal her arousal.
I nudge her thighs wider with my hand. I dip my finger back to her soaking pussy, move my finger to her clit, and caress it ever so gently.
Ember tenses and looks at me with wide eyes. The hunger in her eyes nearly changes her appearance. From innocent and afraid, to sexual vixen in seconds.
“Do you like that?” I ask.
She nods and then places her head on my chest again as she moans out in pleasure as I continue to massage her clit.
Heat radiates off her body, and my cock throbs in need.
Leaning down and kissing her lips, I murmur against them, “I need to be inside you.”
I flip her around and press her palms against the wall of the shower. I spread her legs and pull her hips out so her ass is on full display for my viewing. I consider that I may be being a tad too aggressive or harsh for her still sexual inexperience, but I can’t help myself. My own needs take over, and like she said to me… I need to forget as well. Right now, I want to think of nothing more than being with this woman. I want to pretend that we aren’t in a cellar. That we aren’t chained together. I want to block out the Hell that I am in and focus on the only shining beacon I’ve had this entire time.
Taking hold of my cock, I guide it to her pussy and press in with one thrust. I pause when I’m buried balls deep inside of her so we can both adjust to the sensation. She gasps and her breathing increases in speed, and I love watching her delicate fingers splayed against the tile.
Not being able to control my urge to fuck her hard, I begin doing exactly that. Over and over, I pound into her. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her into me, and I use the other hand to support my weight against the wall.
“Yes,” she pants as tiny moans blend with the sound of the shower cascading around us.
Her pussy is tight around me, and I know I’m spreading her wide with every forceful drive of my cock.
“Release,” I command as I push even deeper, hearing her mewls intensify.
Being the perfect obedient wife, I feel her body tense beneath me, and the walls of her sex tighten around my dick. She presses her forehead to the tile and cries out as her body nearly vibrates against mine.
It’s all I need to feel my own orgasm near. Pumping in and out a few more times, I take hold of my cock and pull out as I shoot come all over her ass. Not wasting a second, I spin her around, kiss her with the same desire that demanded I take her, and I hold her in my arms as I rinse her body from my passion.
“I love you, Christopher,” she says as she looks up at me, eyelashes fluttering, and with blue eyes I can get lost in.
I tighten my hold of her and kiss her on the top of the head. “I love you. I don’t know what the future looks like, but I’m never going to let you go.”
“I won’t ever let you go.” I feel her thin arms squeeze around my waist, and I know she means every single word.
What does our future look like?
I have no idea.
Are we to be trapped for the rest of our lives in this prison? Will there now be two ghosts of Hallelujah Junction? Will I become folklore as well?
A husband and wife forever bound in love in the afterlife.
Stories will be told. Sightings will occur. A man and a wife side by side staring out of the schoolhouse to the people below.
Is this my future?
I don’t want to be a ghost. I want to pull Ember from the underworld and bring her back to life. I want a life. A real life for the two of us. A renewed energy surges through me. I’ll save us. We will save us.
23
Ember
“Papa Rich is gone,” I say to Christopher as I stare out the kitchen window. “I see his snowshoe tracks leading up to the hills. He’s off to see Scarecrow and pray. He does this after he feels he’s… gone too far.”
Christopher leans over my shoulder to see for himself. “Where does Scarecrow live?”