Page 34 of Come Back To Me
I look behind me and all the candles are gone. The wine glasses and empty bottle are missing too.
“You cleaned.”
“Amongst other things.” He kisses my lips and he tastes sour.
I turn up my nose. “There’s morning breath and then there’s zombie breath.”
Laughter trickles out of him and he cups my cheek. “Except, I’m not a zombie.”
“You sure about that?” I dead stare him.
“I’m sure.” His nose brushes over mine.
“Hmm.” I tap my chin. “Why do you fit the description so perfectly, then?”
“Says who?” He gives me a downturned stare.
“All the movies.” Lifting my hand again, I list them off on my fingers. “Warm Bodies,Dawn of The Dead,Twenty-Eight Days LaterandPet Sematary. I could go on.”
His forehead dips. “That last one doesn’t have zombies. They come back because of the ancient burial ground and don’t eat people or need to.”
I force out a short laugh. “That’s all you have to say in response?”
“That and the fact that I’m a lot sexier than the zombies in every film you just listed.”
“Are you, though?” My tone turns more playful. “R fromWarm Bodiesis pretty cute, though.”
“Oh, is he?” He tickles my side and shifts himself on top of me, kissing my neck.
My laughter turns to high-pitched moans when he grinds his erection against mine.
“This is what I didn’t want to live without,” I say, licking at his bottom lip, ignoring the metal taste from the other thing I’m sure he did aside from cleaning.
“And you don’t have to. Not ever again.” He seals his mouth over mine, taking my next breath away and tangling his tongue with mine. He tastes foul but also like the best thing in the world. I hold him tighter to me, intensifying the kiss.
“Is it bad that I feel like I’m going to disintegrate into nothing if I don’t get inside you soon?”
“My words are saying no, but my ass is in full disagreement.”
He barks out a laugh. “Okay. What about that pretty mouth? I need more of you . . . I just need more.” His breath ghosts against my lips.
“Okay,” I say half breathless, and he shoves me back down when I try to sit up, positioning me more on my back.
“What are you—”
“Stay as you are. I’ll come to you. Let me use that mouth how I want to.”
I swallow hard, nodding, and he crawls up my body. Those dark eyes pierce mine as he crouches over my chest, guiding his cock to my lips. He breaks them apart with his fat head, the salty taste of his already leaking tip bursting on my tongue. He slides up and down, the underside so soft but his thrusts growing punishing as he fucks closer to my throat.
I gag, tears springing from my eyes as I widen my mouth to make room for more of him. Inch by inch, he works his way down my throat until he’s nearly all the way in. I tighten around him and he moans, smiling above me. Fuck, he’s sexy. His eyes are soulless and terrifying but looking at him still makes my heart leap.
“Fuck, this throat. It’s almost as good as that perfect ass of yours. Almost. Nothing compares to that slutty hole.” He hisses between his teeth, pulling out before slamming back in, and my muscles go rigid. My throat cries out in agony as he wrecks it but also begs for more. My cock takes interest and I reach for it. All it takes is a few tugs and him coming down my throat for me to reach my own orgasm. My legs flail, my fingers losing their grip on my cock as I continue to milk myself.
He goes still in my mouth, slowly dragging his twitching dick over my tongue as he climbs off me. The blankets move besideme and I hear him shuffle away. He takes off to the kitchen and returns with water, helping me sit up against the couch to bring it to my lips. “You did so good, baby. So damn good.”
The cool liquid trickles down my throat, offering me some relief. I drink some more and before I know it the bottle is empty. He slides a thumb over my bottom lip, his eyes beaming at me. “Damn, you’re the most beautiful after you please me and yourself at the same time. You know that?”
I smile lazily. “Come down here.” My voice is hoarse. “Come hold me.”
