“I know we don’t remember most of our past, but I can tell you that I loved you with everything I was and all that I had. That I remember now. Clearly. That day in the cave, I swear I’ve never felt anything as powerful in my entire life as the feelings I had for you. I may have only known this version of you a relatively short time, but I’ve already fallen again. We’re meant to be, and nothing will ever change that for me.”
He kisses me then, his warm lips meeting my own. I can taste our combined tears, our despair and our love. It’s the reunion of two lost souls that have found each other again. Another missing piece finding its home, nestling into the hole in my heart that only it can fill. I’m one step closer to being complete, and while we may not have all of our memories, we sure as hell will be making new ones.
Pulling back, he rests his forehead on mine.
“We should get up and go find the others. They’ve been worried about you,” he says softly.
“Where are we?”
“We’re back at the house in Illinois. I needed access to my equipment, and the guys needed to decide if we wanted to close up shop here or use this as a base of operations.”
“How long was I out?”
“It’s been over twelve hours.”
“Seriously? Damn. I guess memory dumps really do take a lot out of a ghost girl.”
“Mmhmm.” His hand is absently rubbing my lower back, and with every sweep against the tops of my ass cheeks, my pulse jumps. “And for the record, you’re not defective. You’re pretty damn perfect.”
When our eyes meet again, there’s a barely restrained heat reflected back at me. My lady bits, having been on snooze while I was unconscious, are now fully ready, willing, and able.
Our souls have reconnected, and now my body is ready to catch up. Leaning forward, I let my lips whisper across his seductively. “Just for that, I think you deserve a special thank you. We have time, don’t you think?”
His cheeks flush. “A special thank you? Um...what did you...uh...have in mind?”
Rolling us slightly, I’m looking down at him from atop his yummy chest. The simple pressure from my body pressing down on his has every nerve ending feeling electrified in a good way. The lovely bulge I spied earlier lines up nicely with my…
Oh my ghost! That is no mere bulge. We’re talking lengths of epic proportions here.
My shocked eyes find his, and the amusement there has my lips breaking out in a wide grin.
“You’ve been holding out on me, sexy nerd.”
“I’d rather be holding on to you.” His large hand wraps around the back of my neck and forces my head down for a kiss. This isn’t the slow sweetness I’ve come to expect from him. This is hot enough to send every book in here up in flames. And trust me, there are a lot of books. He moves my head the way he wants it, his tongue coming out to play roughly with mine. My hips grind down onto that impressive dick he’s been keeping from me, and a moan escapes my lips, interrupting our kiss.
“God! That feels so good,” I mumble.
“You keep that up,” he says, his voice hoarse between ragged breaths, “and this will be over before it even begins.”
“That just means we’ll be ready for round two.”
A groan is his only reply as I kiss my way down his neck and over the rock hard pecs, giving each nipple a swirl of my tongue and a gentle bite, which earns me another groan and a buck of his hips.
I continue down his body, licking each and every line of his eight abs, my fingers sliding through the patch of hair that leads to my new favorite toy. Snaking under the elastic band, they finally wrap around their newly discovered plaything, and I’m surprised despite myself. He’s long and so thick that my fingers barely touch as I grip him firmly and give him a couple of strokes, like a sort of friendly little hello.
“Fate…”
“Shh...let me play, Mack.”
“You don’t understand. It’s...been awhile for me.”
My head tilts up so I can look him in the eyes. “How long are we talking?”
His checks flush. “A hundred years...give or take?”
I blink. That’s all I can manage as every fiber in my body tunes into what he just said. The fingers that are still wrapped around his dick spark inadvertently, and he groans, bucking into my grip.
“That’s not helping. Fuck! Do it again.”
My power obliges.
“Shiittt!”
“Let me get this straight. You haven’t been with anyone else in over a hundred years?”
“Well...I mean...fifty of those years were spent unconscious. But the next fifty...well, I just...I’m pretty sure I was waiting for you and didn’t even know it.” He’s breathing like he ran a marathon, and that just turns me on even more.
We’re locked in a staring contest, my hand still gripping his huge fucking cock, and my body is suddenly so overwhelmed that I can barely think straight.
“Oh. Then you have definitely earned this and so much more...but we’ll start here.”
My hands wrap around the band of his shorts and push them down to his knees, suddenly finding myself face to face with a monstrous dick. Hell. Yes. That’s it. I’ve got to name his cock. This is a large mythical creature if there ever was one, and it deserves a name.
“Are you just going to stare at it or…” His voice is huskier than usual, and it sends another pulse to my girly bits.
“Nessie and I are just getting reacquainted.”
An undignified huff leaves his mouth. “You cannot call my dick Nessie. It’s not a girl.”
“Oh. Right.” I pause, thinking. My hand returns to the magnificence in front of me, giving him a couple of strokes while my brain sifts through information. “How about Jaws? Or Godzilla? Anaconda? Oh, I know. I’ll call him Quetzi, short for Quetzalcóatl which means precious serpent.”
He just raises one eyebrow before flinging his head back onto the pillow.
“I don’t really care what you call it, but if you don’t hurry, it won’t be a snake tongue coming out to greet you.”
“Ha! Coming. I see what you did there.”
“Fate!”
“Right. Hello, Quetzi. Long time no see.” With that, I run my tongue from the base to the head of his shaft, licking off the bead of precum there.
“Fuck!”
My tongue swirls around the head before taking him deep. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag slightly, but the sounds leaving him do miraculous things for my confidence. I mean, I am a bit out of practice, but this is totally like riding a bike. Your body takes over, moving faster and faster until you’re cruising down the road. Look, Ma! No hands. Well, at least for a brief second. This monster is too big to let my mouth go it alone for long.
My head bobs, sucking him down like he’s one of those ice pops I keep begging the guys to get me. You know, the ones with alcohol in them? Yum! I wrap my hand around the base, making up the difference for what won’t fit in my mouth, and squeeze. Sliding my hand along with the movement of my mouth.
Mack’s hands fist in my hair, roughly guiding my movements, and the fact that my easy going guy is fucking my face sets my body on fire. Taking my free hand, I maneuver it under my body and beneath the band of the yoga pants I’m currently wearing, rubbing my clit in time with the bob of my head and thrust of his hips. I’m soaking wet and would love nothing more than to impale myself on his monster dick, but this is his reward. There will be plenty of time to see what sort of magic he can do with that thing later.