Chapter 8 #3
The loud humming goes on while I scrub shampoo into my scalp, and I go still when the door creaks open.
Heart skyrocketing, my eyes lock on the shower curtain, and when it moves, my fingers tighten around my wet strands.
He steps in, filling the space in front of me, barely fitting.
It was always a tight squeeze but Gareth never cared.
On more than one occasion he mentioned building me a bigger shower and making it separate from the tub.
It had been years since he’d first said it, and after a while I added it to Gareth’s “will never happen but it was a nice thought” list.
“Was getting lonely out there. Thought I’d join you. Also, not a fan of being cold for too long. You managed to help me with that yesterday so I figured you could now too.”
“You showered already.”
“Yes, but not with you. You said that before, remember?”
“Is he telling you things, or are you stealing his thoughts from his brain?” I’m both curious about how it works and also in a bitter mood.
“A little of both. It’s really weird and I can’t fully understand it myself yet. Some things aren’t meant to make sense. Like your husband crawling out of his casket and me wanting someone I hardly know with every fiber of my being.”
My breaths hitch as he steps closer, my skin feeling electrocuted when his fingers run over my hip bone.
“You’re so damn warm. I like your warmth.
I like how good your heart sounds when it beats.
I like how alive you seem whenever I touch you.
I’ve never witnessed someone so alive before.
You make me feel like I could stand on my own. It’s both dangerous and illogical.”
“Who are you?” My words bounce on my tongue.
“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, fucking down 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.