Page 19 of Come Back To Me
“I’m your husband, and right now I’m going to do the duties of one.”
“You’re . . . I . . .” I back into the shower head, and he wraps his fingers around my neck, slamming my back to the opposite wall. My body slides over the tile and he slips between my legs to support my hips, relieving my neck a little.
“Where were you trying to go, pumpkin bear? Not away from me I hope? Not after what I so generously gave you in the kitchen.”
“Please. I can’t breathe.”
He huffs a laugh. “If that were true, you wouldn’t be able to say so.”
“I just want to shower.”
“I just wanted to find a human vessel to possess, and I found a pretty little pumpkin I want to be inside all the time too. Only in a different way. Although I am pretty jealous of your damn heart. How it gets to pump blood through your veins and make you need it more than you need me.”
“You’re insane,” I spit out, throat raw and eyes springing with tears.
“I can be insane. I can be Gareth too if it makes it easier for you to give me what you owe me. My pretty little pumpkin bear. I wish I was in you.”
My heart jumps in my throat and I push the tears out through my squeezing lids as he sings more lyrics from Gareth’s and my song. I’m like a moth to a flame, clinging on to any small flashes of Gareth he shines my way. I relish his words, fuckingdown on his wet fingers as he lubes and stretches my hole. Thighs shaking, I rock my body, grinding all the way down to his knuckles, and he licks inside my mouth.
“See, I feel good too. Let’s feel good together, sweetheart. Our actions are like songs too, you know. There’s so much said in them that we can’t always express with our own words.”
He replaces his fingers with his cock, slamming upward into me as he seals his mouth over mine. Our bodies crash together and I wrap my hand around his neck to deepen the kiss, my ass chasing his hungry thrusts. There’s so much passion burning between us, our skin creating sparks and connecting together like we were made to be each other’s counterpart.
“Fuck, your tight hole loves taking my cock, doesn’t it? It’s so hungry and swallows me down so well while gripping on to me like a lifeline.”
I gasp against his lips, eyes rolling to the back of my head, as his hand slides from my neck to my hips and he carries me back under the water. The coldness of his skin and the hotness from the shower are competing sensations. They dance inside me, dragging me closer to the edge, and my feet lose their grip when he bucks his hips on repeat, his cock stroking over my sweet spot. I let go of my restraint and let myself fall. He doesn’t let me go far, though, lifting me back up toward the ceiling as he sends me flying from my shattering orgasm.
Hot cum sprays inside me and it’s the only warmth he can give me back. Until he tickles my ear with his lips and whispers, “Nothing has ever been more perfect. Nothing ever can be.” And heat scatters along my chest, wrapping around my heart like a big hug.
I sink against him, and he keeps his cock inside me for a while. I let him hold me under the water until he takes me to the bedroom where I again let him show me with his body how he feels about me. Where I allow us to feel good together.
Nine
Riley
Scratching at my chest, my eyes blink open and I wince at the sting. My skin doesn’t feel right; it’s loose and shredded beneath my fingers. He bit me again. Another small chunk is missing from my body, this time below my nipple. Cupping myself where the pain is, I sit up in bed, and I’m the only one in the room like yesterday morning.
Panic sets in when I remember how I found him in the basement. I quickly get to my feet and slip on my robe, grabbing a small towel to press to my wound as I rush into the kitchen. My feet come to halt as my eyes land on a singing and dancing Gareth. His skin is more radiant than yesterday, holding a glow it once did when he was alive.
“Morning,” he chirps.
“What ya doing?”
“You cooked for us yesterday, so I thought I’d cook for us today. You missed lunch and dinner. Can’t let that happen again.”
“I was really tired, I guess.” I press harder to my chest and his gaze falls to my massaging fingers.
“I’ll help you get that cleaned and sewn up after I’m done here.” He flips the sausage patties and cracks eggs into a pan, acting like this is all the most normal thing in the world. He’s eating me. One piece at a time. And he what . . . thinks cooking me breakfast is going to help make it better?
“You keep biting me. What happens if you do it until there’s nothing left?”
He goes still, hand clenching around the spatula. “I know. I’m sorry. You taste really good and . . . and I was hungry. I’ll make sure to eat enough before we go to bed next time.”
“Go to bed? Do you sleep too?”
He rolls his head, cracking his neck, and goes back to pushing at the food. “Yeah. Not as much or as long as you, but I sleep. Then I wake up with a stirring in my stomach and can’t always control my hunger when it strikes me that hard. Like I said, I’ll make sure to eat enough from here on out. I’ll never take too much from you. I promise.” He smiles back at me. It makes me uneasy but also causes butterflies in my stomach. How’s that possible?
Finishing up cooking, he goes back to singing, and I clean up in the guest bathroom. Only ten minutes pass until he joins me, kissing my shoulder as he gets the first aid kit out from the bottom cabinet. Gareth used to be a nurse, and whoever is inside his body now helping it move has gained all his skills. He sterilizes the wound and stitches it up without any trouble. It makes it easy to believe this is my husband again. He smiles at me in between tending to me with such careful hands and thenpresses a kiss to the gauze once done. Those eyes remain empty, though. Empty and uneasy.
