Chapter 9 #2
He rises up to kneel over me, then slips my panties down my legs himself inch by tortuous inch. Once they’re off and tossed off in the direction of the beer bottle, he bends my legs up and spreads them wide.
His eyes glow in the fading light and are fixed on my core as he traces his long bony fingers up and down my legs, inching closer to my aching core with each pass while the candles from the pumpkins start to cast flickering shadows around the darkening tent.
His white bones appear brighter against the surrounding gloom, and I can’t pull my eyes away from the skeleton worshiping me with his eyes and hands. I’m amazed at just how big he is, towering over me like this. My pussy weeps with desire at the sight.
When he finally grazes the inside of my thighs, trailing along the crease there, my hips shift up, searching for his touch.
“Please, BJ,” I cry, desperate from his teasing touches.
His eyes go black, and he brings the barest tip of his finger to graze along the seam of my pussy.
I buck and suck in a breath as he reaches my clit.
His eyes flicker as he catalogues my every reaction. He uses one hand to spread me open with his finger and thumb, then leans in to stare into my center. He is laser focused as the other traces over every fold, changing pressure and tracing patterns over my flesh.
If I wasn’t dripping desire down my thighs, I would have been embarrassed by the direct stare, but he is devouring me, and it feels so impossibly intimate and fabulous. He returns to strum over my clit, and I turn into a pool of writhing need beneath him.
“That feels incredible, BJ. I love the way you touch me,” I pant out.
He nods, encouraging me, flicking my clit that is pulsing in time with my frantic heartbeat.
“Do you want me to tell you what I want?” I ask.
He nods, more enthusiastically this time. The idea of teaching him how to pleasure me has more excitement pooling between my legs. I feel myself clenching down on nothing, desperate to be filled.
“You’re rubbing my clit perfectly, keep doing exactly that,” I say, as I reach down and grab a finger on his other hand. “Take this one and slip it inside of me.”
I bring the large plastic digit down and line it up with my opening. I eye the length of his finger and say, “Slowly and carefully. You’re a lot bigger than I am but I know you’re my gentle giant.”
He nods and slips it in an inch. His eyes whip down to look, and he watches as his finger slowly slips into me as my grip tightens around it.
I guide him, and soon, I’m raising my hips up and chasing every retreat, fucking myself on his giant finger.
“Oh, BJ, your finger bones feel so good inside of me,” I moan and take another of his fingers and line it up with the first. Guiding both of them into me, I can feel the swell of each knuckle rubbing against my entrance as they pulse in and out, massaging against my inner walls as they flutter against him.
I never knew that skeleton fingers would feel so amazing inside of me. The taboo thought makes me think of something I’ve always wanted to try. “Are you up for something else?”
He nods without looking up, continuing to stare in fascination at his skeletal hands on my flesh and in me.
I slide my hand around his fingers to gather up my arousal pouring down them and then start to lubricate his thumb. “You’re amazing, keep doing exactly that, and I’ll show you what else I want.”
Another tremor, more intense this time rumbles through his frame and vibrates against me as I fist his thumb, stroking it like I wish it was his cock, if he had one.
Finally I rotate his hand down and pull my legs up to expose my ass.
His thumb is slick with my arousal, and it easily slips in past the tight ring of muscle there and into my ass.
I moan loudly as he finds a new rhythm, my hips lifting up into the air to meet each stroke. The sounds of my pants and the wet slickness of my desire fill the tent, and my spine arches.
“Oh, fuck BJ, you’re filling up all of my holes so good. Pump them in and out, just like that.” My head falls back, and I pant at the feeling of being stuffed full of bones.
“Rub my clit faster. Harder,” I cry and reach up to roughly massage my breasts, pulling at my nipples.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chant as I clamp down tight on the aching buds. “Fuck, it feels so good!”
His eyes flash, and I look down to see him lowering his giant skull. He flicks his eyes up to mine and, with a wink, takes his hand away from my clit and slips it under my hips, lifting them to meet his mouth.
I stare down at him, watching the way the teeth graze over my flesh. A sliver of fear pulses through me at the sight only heightening my desire. A skeleton big enough to crush me is feasting on my pussy.
He slips another finger inside my clenching, sopping pussy and then bites down with the perfect amount of pressure on my pulsing clit.
“Yes, Mr. Bonejangles,” I scream as I erupt into white hot lightning, my orgasm sweeping through me with the force of an October storm.
My pussy and ass clench down hard, but he doesn't stop plunging his fingers in and out of me. I reach down and grab his skull, my hips writhing as I chase down the final pulses of my orgasm, grinding my clit hard against his exposed teeth.
And although he doesn’t wrest control away from me, he curls his fingers and another wave rolls through me.
“Fuck,” I groan, long and loud, my voice breaking.
I go slack, wrung out from the intensity, still shuddering as tiny aftershocks course through my body like poprocks.
He slowly pulls himself free and rolls me onto my side, settling down beside me once more. He takes the blankets and tucks them in around me, then wraps both arms around me, holding me tight against his ribs.
With a contented sigh, I nuzzle my face against a rib and let sleep take me. But I don’t need to dream, I’m already living it.