Page 96 of Purrfectly Haunted

Then he's holding my cock between his fingers, and I know I won't be able to last long. I'm already about to burst just from his touch.

"James… James…"

"Shh," he licks my throat. "Let go, baby. I've got you."

Immediately, I start spurting in his hand. After a year of possession, my body was numb and I could barely make myself orgasm. But with James, its coming alive again.

"I'm sorry…" I sob.

He growls. "Don't be. Seeing you lose it so fast is a turn on, and you know I love your tears. When they're good tears," he adds. "Can I fuck you Ewan?"

"Of… course…" I nod vigorously. "Please do."

"But we don't have lube. Nor condoms."

I nod.

The hospital tested me thoroughly after my "kidnapping". Even though I told them I wasn't abused sexually, I could tell they had their doubts. I couldn't really tell them my ghost had no appetite beyond devouring other entities to sustain himself.

"I haven't been with anyone since you…" James says.

I knew he hadn't, Lana and Shirley told me. He spent an entire year focused solely on finding me. But hearing him say it still gives me butterflies.

"Then let's just do it…" I hesitate, the last word floating between us. Let's do it raw.

James' breath hitches. "Fuck. No need to ask me twice." He lurches forwards and bites my throat. I gasp, then moan as his wet hand, covered in my cum, slides between my legs. "I'll take it slow."

"You don't need to. James, please…"

"It's been over a year, Ewan. And we don't have lube."

My face warms up as I admit, "I prepped myself in the shower earlier."

He groans. "You did?"

"Aye. I cleaned and stretched myself. I wanted you to…" I trail off.

"Fuck. You're amazing baby."

He kisses me again as I feel his finger enter me. The ring of muscle is still relaxed from my time in the shower, and it goes in easily. Pleasure shoots through me like an arrow. James lets out a string of filthy praises.

He pulls back and spits on his hand, before adding a second finger. He's still tense, as if…

"James, please," I say. "Don't hold back…"

He groans and moves his hand faster. Then at last, his fingers disappear and I feel the tip of his cock push in.

Yes… Yes…

He enters me smoothly, and my eyes roll back. As soon as he bottoms up, he loses it, too. He grabs my face and kisses me again, pounding inside me. I think he's crying in the dark, too. We both are. Our lips taste like salt.

"I love you," he repeats over an and over again, and I believe him. Of course, I believe him. I've seen this man brave monsters for me.

I push him gently, until his back hits the bed, and then I climb on top of him. I never dared do this position. I convinced myself that I was too massive, and that I'd look ridiculous on top. After all, who would want to have a giant man jumping on their dick?

James would, judging by the way he reacts.

"Oh fuck yes, Ewan… baby…"