Page 49 of The Curse of Redwood
Words failed me, so I used my body to speak instead. I was good at that.
A soft sigh escaped him when I slipped his hard cock into my mouth.
When we had sex before, I hadn’t sucked him off, so it was new territory for me. The fleshy, weightiness of him was just like the dicks I was used to sucking, though he lacked the musk of human men, instead smelling like roses with an underlying spice. He held my gaze as I took him deeper.
“The ring on your tongue adds a certain…” He faltered in speech as I flicked the ring against his tip. “I have never felt anything like it.”
Encouraged by his statement, I did it again but also added my hand to the mix, stroking his shaft. My own cock ached with need, as did my ass. When the ache became too great, I crawled back up his body and grabbed the lube. Blue eyes watched me as I popped the cap on the bottle and squirted some lube into my hand, eyes that briefly closed when I used that same hand to make his cock slick and ready for riding.
As I sunk down on him, he moved his hands to my hips and smirked up at me. He wasn’t the biggest I’d ever had, but he was perfect. Not too big and not small.Just right, as Goldilocks would’ve said.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, as I winced.
“Not really,” I said, pausing. “Just kinda… you know, cold. Needs some time to warm.”
“Apologies.” He reached up to brush my bangs from my eyes. “On All Hallow’s Eve, our bodies are nearly as they were before we died. Which is why you probably didn’t notice much of a change in body temperature back then. Do you wish to stop?”
“Hell no,” I said in a rush, splaying my fingers on his chest as I took him deeper into my body. “You’re already warming up. Reminds me of when I stick a dildo up my ass. It can be cold at first but then adjusts to my heat.”
“So unashamed in your quest for pleasure,” he said with a light laugh, the movement causing his cock to twitch inside me. He gripped my waist tighter and thrust upward. “You are certainly one of a kind.”
“You have no idea.” I started a slow grind with my hips. “I watch animated monster porn too. Regular porn doesn’t do it for me anymore after seeing that shit.”
His brow dipped in confusion, though desire still gleamed in his eyes. “I am afraid to ask what animated monster pornentails.”
“Take my word for it. It’s awesome.” I tilted my face toward the ceiling as I arched my back and came down on his dick harder. “Pretty sure I saw one with a ghost before too. It was hot as fuck.”
“Nothing on this earth is hotter than you right now,” he said, wrapping his slender fingers around my bobbing erection and giving me a slow pull. “If my heart was still able to beat, it’d be pounding out of my chest at this very moment.”
“Mine’s beating enough for the both of us,” I said, smiling down at him. His blond hair fanned out on his pillow, while other strands kissed his collarbone. Much like I wished to. I bent forward and grazed my teeth along his chilled skin before nuzzling his neck.
His arms came around me as he rolled his hips upward. He fucked up into me slowly as he melded our mouths together, his tongue moving with mine. My head spun from the kiss alone, but it was how he used his body that really drove me wild.
Z was far from a lazy top. He didn’t just lie there and make me do all the work like other men I’d been with. He was one hell of a passionate lover.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, cupping my cheek. He continued thrusting into me, his pace increasing as our arousals heightened. As he kissed the base of my neck, he squeezed my ass cheeks, guiding my movements to tug me down on him harder.
“Fuck,” I said, throwing my head back. “I’m gonna come.”
I rode him faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Pressure built inside me before exploding outward. I whimpered as my ass clamped down on him and my cock shot cum on his chest.
He softly groaned as his body twitched beneath mine, the muscles of his stomach tightening before relaxing again. I stared at his gorgeous face as he came. His form flickered a moment as he shut his eyes and thrust into me one final time.
“Come here,” he said afterward. “I wish to hold you in my arms.”
“So you like to snuggle after blowing your load, huh?” I said with a grin, as I lifted off him and collapsed at his side.
“I crave the intimacy.” He slid one arm under my head and draped the other across my stomach. “I have been alone for so long.”
“Know what’s kinda weird?” I twirled a strand of his hair around my finger, panting a little as I fought to catch my breath. “I feel that way too. Ever since my grandma passed, I’ve been alone in that house. But even before she died, I felt lonely. Like no one saw the real me, you know? My relationships were superficial, and it was hard to connect with anyone. When I met Ben, I finally felt like I’d found my person. But I was wrong. He was meant to love someone else.”
“You have feelings for Ben?” Z asked.
“Not anymore, but I did for a while.”
“What was it about him that called to you?”
“I don’t know.” I played more with his hair as I thought on my answer. “Maybe it was his realness. Ben doesn’t put on a show for people, and even though he’s highly successful, he doesn’t let that go to his head. He’s down to earth. Honest. Kind. And when he cares for someone, he’d do anything for them.”
