Page 42 of Ghost

Porter let out a blood curdling howl.

When the screaming ended, I crumbled into a pile of very happy flesh. Porter came to rest at my side. Side-by-side we remained, silently admiring each other’s sweaty bodies.

In the past, sex had been more of a mechanical act than anything. Insert dick and fuck hard – while taking time to pull hair, slap an open palm against my ass, bite me anywhere, or dig your nails into my flesh.

When the sex ended, I always regretted the extremes I allowed myself to experience – all in hope of achieving an orgasm that was better than the last.

Sex with Porter was the opposite. There was feeling involved. I felt the act on the outside. I felt constant bliss on the inside. The difference between what we shared and what I’d experienced in the past was vast.

I had my doubts that I could ever go back to having someone simply fuck me. After thinking about it, I decided there was no freaking way.

“If you leave me, ever, I’ll find you,” I said with a laugh. “I just want you to know that. I’ll be that crazy bitch that’s lurking outside your window with a butcher knife and a big rock.”

He looked at me like I’d kicked his dog. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“You ruined me.” I chuckled “I love how it feels to have you inside of me. I mean it. I F-ing love it. I was joking about the rock, though. Not the knife.”

He grinned. “Really?”

“No.”

He shook his head, and then smiled. “That was phenomenal. For me, anyway.”

“More than anything,” I said. “More phenomenal than anything.”

“More than pecan pie?”

“Any. Thing,” I clarified. “I have no idea how I’ll ever make it through life without that dick, or the guy that’s attached to it.”

“That was some good pie,” he said. “I can’t believe I topped it.”

I slapped my hand against his bare ass, and then wished I hadn’t. It was harder than I wanted it to be.

“Stop it, or you’re going to get it,” he said.

I didn’t know what getting it meant, but I knew I wanted whatever Porter had to offer. So, I slapped his ass again, only harder.

He rolled me onto my back and kissed me deeply. The kiss took my mind where sex simply couldn’t. It was a place where nothing else existed but the two of us. A place where passion thrived. Where hearts faltered. Where a magical sense of belonging to something bigger than life took control of a person’s very being.

It was there that I realized Porter was special.

So special, that I could never let him go.