Bite (5 page)

His erection sprang free. No other person had ever seen him aroused, so he was not sure how Eva would react. Her beautiful eyes enlarged.

‘Do not worry, I will not hurt you. I promise,' he said.

‘Hurry,' Eva begged, ‘I can feel it returning.' Andreas quickly leaned over her once more, but now skin on skin, and he kissed her. He then lay on top of her, gently, so as not to crush her, and his erection rested in the junction of her thighs. His instincts were telling him to ravish her but he wanted to make it last, knowing this would be the first and only time he would ever be with a woman.

She lifted her hips up to him, begging him with her eyes. Andreas saw that Eva wanted this as much as he did. At this moment, he was not a priest and not even a healer, but a man. A man who had never known the intimate touch of a woman and now had a taste of her and never wanted to forget. Like a man who had been dying of thirst, and who had finally found a freshwater spring, he wanted to indulge himself but he didn't want to drown.

He lifted her hips and the tip of him touched her, on the verge of entry. He looked at her once more, and she smiled. ‘Please.'

Slowly, very slowly, he pressed into her, a little at a time. He'd never imagined it would feel this extraordinary. She was soft yet clenching him tightly and it felt like he was sinking into paradise. She moaned and he almost came at once, but he contained himself, knowing he must see to her pleasure first.

He increased the pressure and pushed a little further, but met some resistance. He could smell her sweat and innocence and was uncertain whether to continue, but then she lifted her hips to meet him, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He arched his back and with one strong but gentle push, he broke through her and entered her completely, embedded in her to the hilt.

Eva breathed deeply, and so did Andreas. He so desperately wanted to move, but was afraid of hurting her, so he waited. And then, as if guided by some magical force, she began to move and he moved with her. Soon they were in unison, his thrusts matching hers. In all his years of masturbating and imagining, he had never dreamed it would be this passionate or fulfilling, as he filled her gently but completely, over and over. He wanted to find fulfilment, but was determined to wait. It was excruciating, the pleasure-pain he was feeling.

Beneath him, she gasped. He could feel a change inside her, an indescribable tightening and throbbing to match his own. He kept up his slow assault, until he thought he would explode. He looked into Eva's eyes, seeking a cue or a hint as to whether she was ready. When their eyes met, beneath the misty passion, he saw trust and friendship. She was ready to go wherever he would take her. He increased the pace ever so slightly as she raised her hips to meet his with every movement. They were like two dancers, their bodies, their tongues perfectly in time to the music. Andreas could still taste her sex in his mouth and as their tongues mated, he pushed harder and faster, now ramming into her, desperate for her completion.

And then Eva moaned.

Instead of urging her to stifle her response, he encouraged it. ‘Louder.' He knew that if she was ever to vanquish this demon, she would have to be strong.

Again she moaned and, this time, shouted his name – and now his voice joined hers. ‘You are pure. You are innocent. You are clean. You are beautiful.'

With each ramming thrust, he shouted another endearment and declaration of her innocence. Eva wrapped her legs around his waist and arched off the bed, then, with a loud shout that almost turned into a cry, she exploded. And as Andreas felt her come apart beneath him, he stilled himself, embedded inside her.

The black mist that, for the last three weeks, had been inside Eva now rose to the surface. And miraculously, instead of enveloping her as before, it kept rising, moving out of her body and off the bed. Finally, it disappeared through the crack underneath the door.

Andreas looked at Eva and she nodded. It was over. The demon had been exorcised. Relief washed over him, but his erection was still deep inside her. It killed him to do this, but Andreas slowly, reluctantly, began to remove himself from her body, knowing his job was done.

Eva gasped in pleasure and it took all his willpower not to ram into her again and make her his for this brief moment. He could not do it. He had his vows and his duty to her. But just as he was about to leave her soft warmth, he felt her hands on his buttocks, holding him inside her, pulling him in deeper. He struggled with himself, desperate to continue their lovemaking and find his release, but equally determined not to take advantage and reject his vows. ‘We cannot,' he told her.

But Eva would not be deterred. She lifted her hips higher and lowered her hands, making it almost impossible for him to pull away. She whispered, ‘Please. Just this once. I want you to know the pleasure that I just felt. Everyone should experience such joy just once.'

Eva then moved her hand between them and fondled Andreas. ‘Please. Let go,' she whispered and then licked his nipple. And that was Andreas's undoing. He rammed into her over and over, pushing himself further inside her, deeper than he had ever thought possible. The sensation was overwhelming as he found himself getting higher and higher towards his own climax. And then he heard Eva moan and felt an imperceptible shift inside her. She was going to find her release again.

Just as Andreas was about to explode, he took Eva's face in his hands and kissed her, gently but passionately. She hitched her breath and then screamed and then, finally, after 38 years of obedience and abstinence, he let go. Waves of pleasure washed over him as he filled her completely. He kept thrusting as the surge maintained its constant assault. He had never felt so liberated and exhilarated and satisfied at the same time, but he was so overwhelmed, he could hardly even make sense of what he was feeling.

He now understood what he had been denying himself but was satisfied to know that for once – and only this once – he had, while doing his duty as a priest, reached the dizzying heights that other men knew and took for granted.

He looked at Eva for confirmation and she smiled, laughed and cried, all at the same time. She was healed, she was happy, yet she too was sad that this would be the only time she would ever feel satisfied in this way. She wrapped her arms around him and brought his mouth down to hers for another kiss.

For the next four hours, Andreas and Eva kissed and smiled and laughed and shared secrets they had never shared before. They discussed how this would strengthen their resolve towards God and their friendship with each other. They also made love twice more. Each time, they were both amazed by how perfectly they fitted together and the way their bodies reacted to each other's touch. Then they both fell asleep in each other's arms, sticky and sweaty and thoroughly satisfied.

Tomorrow, they would both return to their duties and observe their vows, but for this brief moment in time only, each was the other's soulmate and saviour. 

Unfinished Business
by Lucy Felthouse

When Caitlyn first woke up, she didn't notice anything amiss. It was only when she simultaneously stretched and opened her eyes that she realised something wasn't right. For starters, she wasn't in the same place she'd gone to bed. Blinking, she looked around the room and sleepily wondered if she'd been kidnapped by a vicar.

She was in some kind of church. There were candelabras and flower arrangements dotted around, and despite the depressing music emanating from somewhere, it was incredibly peaceful. Looking down, Caitlyn got two shocks. One, she was in a coffin and two, she appeared to be both sitting up and lying down at the same time. Suddenly, she felt very awake.

The lying-down Caitlyn had her eyes closed and looked even paler than usual. The sitting-up Caitlyn's brain finally caught up and realised what had happened. To her credit, she didn't freak out. She figured that although it sucked that she was dead at 25, if she was lying in a chapel of rest, there wasn't really a lot she could do about it.

What Caitlyn couldn't understand was that physically, she didn't feel any different. Frowning, she pinched herself.
Fuck, that hurt!
So she could feel herself, and yet she was sitting not
on,
but
inside
her own body, as though she had no physical form.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Caitlyn thought, in true
Alice in Wonderland
style. Then she decided that sitting around in a coffin wasn't really a very fun way of spending her afterlife, so she clambered out. She had no idea whether anyone would be able to see her or not, but she was still relieved to note that she was wearing clothes and shoes. Glancing back towards the coffin, she noted they were the same ones she was to be buried in, apparently. Caitlyn figured it could be worse. At least she wasn't doomed to wander around in a ghastly white nightie, like those old- fashioned ghosts.

Ghosts. Now the word had entered her conscious thought, Caitlyn took the time to think about it. There was no questioning the fact that that's exactly what she was, given that she was standing
there
and her body was stiff and cold in a coffin across the room. Shaking herself, Caitlyn refused to get all maudlin about it. Like she'd already surmised, there was bugger all she could do, so she may as well get on with it. Maybe she'd find out why she was still here.

Yes, that's exactly what she'd do. She'd find out why she hadn't “passed on”, as they say. Caitlyn had watched enough episodes of
Supernatural
to know that, according to the accepted lore on ghosts, the reason they hung around was because they had unfinished business. Sometimes it was that they wanted to get revenge on their killer. Smiling, Caitlyn decided she'd seen
too many
episodes of that damn show. In her case, there was no killer.

Was there? Startled, Caitlyn realised she had absolutely no idea how she'd died. She'd had no illnesses that she'd known of, so why precisely was she dead? Rushing to her body, she examined it for any signs of anything untoward. Aside from the not moving and not breathing, there was nothing.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Caitlyn fell to thinking about what was keeping her around. Then she had an idea. Perhaps it was her body! She was still around because her
remains
were. Fucking lore! Now she
really
wished she didn't know all this stuff.

After further pondering, Caitlyn was none the wiser. Just because her cadaver looked OK didn't mean there had been no foul play, and equally it could just be that her spirit was hanging around until her body was laid to rest.

With that in mind, Caitlyn made the decision to live every moment as if it were her last. She hadn't had chance to do that when she was alive, so she was going to take advantage of the opportunity now. Plus, it'd be a good distraction from thinking about what was going to happen. Or might happen.

In life, Caitlyn had been nothing if not imaginative. In death, she realised the potential of her position. She couldn't be sure, of course, but she suspected that the fact she'd been sitting
inside
her body meant she didn't have a corporeal form. In a roundabout way, that also made her invisible. She'd always thought that being invisible would be a brilliant super power to have because of all the mischief you could get up to, and all the things you wouldn't normally be able to see. If she could also pass through things, all ghostlike, then she was onto a winner. Well, a winner for a dead chick, anyway. Caitlyn grinned. She knew exactly where she was going to go.

When she arrived at Jacob's house, Caitlyn actually felt a little nervous. She had no idea what was going to happen, after all. What if he saw her somehow, and freaked out?

She knew she'd be able to get in, at least. On leaving the funeral home she'd discovered she could in fact pass through solid objects. There was no such thing as an obstruction for Caitlyn any more. Physically, at least. An emotional obstruction was currently preventing her from entering Jacob's home. It'd been a while since she'd seen or spoken to him, but he'd never been far from her thoughts. The thought of seeing him, even if he couldn't see her, made her sick to her stomach. She began to wonder if coming here had been a bad idea.

Of course, all of this was completely irrelevant if he wasn't home, but as Caitlyn drew closer to the house, she could see him through the front window. He was pacing up and down his living room, his mobile phone clamped to his ear.

Caitlyn, though, barely registered that Jacob was on the telephone. She was much more interested in what he was wearing. Or, more specifically, what he
wasn't
wearing. He looked like he'd just got out of the shower. He was topless, and his dark jeans hung low on his hips.
Very
low. Add to that the fact he had wet hair and was barefoot and you could excuse Caitlyn for gawping in such an ungainly fashion.

As her gaze raked Jacob's exposed skin, Caitlyn felt blood – or its spectral equivalent – rushing to her groin. It was no wonder, really. Despite their tumultuous on-off relationship, the one place Caitlyn and Jacob had always been compatible was the bedroom. Sometimes they'd even pick fights with one another on purpose so they'd end up having mind-blowing make-up sex. Moisture began to seep from Caitlyn's pussy as she replayed some of their finer moments of passion.

Caitlyn was soon interrupted from her erotic reverie as she heard a shrill sound coming from inside the house. She'd been so engrossed in her dirty daydream that she hadn't realised that Jacob had ended his phone call. However, he was obviously in demand that day as his phone was ringing again. A puzzled expression crossed Jacob's face as he looked at the mobile's screen and he pressed a button before lifting it to his ear once more. He frowned as he greeted the caller; it obviously wasn't someone he'd been expecting to hear from. As Jacob's expression slowly turned to one of shock, Caitlyn realised she had an inkling of who the mystery caller might be. As he sat heavily on the nearest chair, his face devoid of colour, her suspicions were confirmed.

Every cell of Caitlyn's being ached to go and comfort Jacob and her gut wrenched when she remembered she couldn't. Ever again. Suddenly,
she
was the one in need of comfort.

Caitlyn moved into Jacob's front room, hoping she'd get some just by being close to him. By now, he was listening to the caller, who Caitlyn could identify as her own mother, and muttering his affirmation into the phone as he was given details of the funeral service, which was to take place the following week. Jacob ended the call shortly afterwards and let the mobile slip out of his hand. It fell to the floor and he made no move to retrieve it.

Minutes passed as Jacob stared into space. Then, as a single tear ran down his cheek, Caitlyn instinctively reached up to wipe it away. As her skin made contact with his, Jacob flinched, causing Caitlyn to do the same. He'd felt her! He shook his head, clearly dismissing what he believed to be a figment of his imagination.

Caitlyn decided to try again. If he'd sensed her once, she could make him do it again. She moved her hand to his hair, brushing the wet, chin-length strands behind his ear. This time, Jacob simply stiffened.

‘Cait?' he said, using his nickname for her. He was the only one that ever got away with shortening her name that way. By way of a yes, she stroked his hair, relishing the softness beneath her fingers.

He reached up, his large hand covering hers. His eyes searched the space beside him and as his fingers tightened around hers, his expression changed.

‘I … I can see you!' he exclaimed, his eyes as big as saucers. ‘How is that even possible?'

Still unsure if he'd be able to hear her, Caitlyn replied, ‘Trust me, I have no idea what's going on. I don't even know what happened to me. I just woke up earlier today in a coffin.'

‘You poor thing. That must have been awful.' He replied, coping remarkably well for someone who was currently talking to his dead ex-girlfriend. ‘Your mum just called and told me the news –' he paused ‘which is clearly why I'm now hallucinating that you're sitting right here, talking to me.'

‘You're not hallucinating, Jake. I'm really here.'

‘Don't be ridiculous. There's no such thing as ghosts.'

‘Jake,' Caitlyn sighed. ‘It's me.'

‘Prove it.'

More through frustration than anything, Caitlyn cupped her hand over Jacob's groin and squeezed so hard he yelped.

‘You bitch!' he yelled, rubbing himself gingerly. ‘What did you do that for?'

‘Well,' she tartly replied, ‘you wouldn't believe your eyes, so I thought perhaps you'd believe your dick.'

Despite his discomfort, Jacob couldn't help but grin. Real or not, this was his Caitlyn all over.

‘OK, so us having had a disagreement, what would normally happen next?'

Caitlyn took in Jacob's grinning face and knew exactly what he was angling for. What's more, in the spirit of living every moment like it was her last, she was going to give it to him. Shifting into his lap, she slipped a hand behind his head and pulled his face to hers, crushing their lips together.

Instantly, Jacob's hands went to her face and he pulled her more tightly to him. Before long, she felt his cock pressing into her arse and her pussy dampened in response. This wasn't the usual heated exchange that normally followed an argument. In fact, they were devouring one another's mouths like it was the last time. Probably because, deep down, they both knew it could be.

Pulling away, Caitlyn tugged off her top and was kissing Jacob again before he had time to protest. His heated skin against hers drove her crazy, almost heady with lust. Her hands roamed the planes of his chest, the hard muscle beneath her fingers reminding her of his immense physical fitness and how it had coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of her. She smiled and Jacob broke the kiss to look at her enquiringly.

‘What?' he said. ‘Did I do something wrong?'

‘When have you ever done anything wrong?'

He quirked an eyebrow.

‘When it comes to sex I mean,' she hastily corrected. ‘I was just having dirty thoughts, that's all.'

‘Glad to hear it. Though now I'm going to stop you from thinking altogether.'

‘And how –'

Caitlyn never got chance to finish her question as Jacob engaged her in a spine-meltingly hot kiss while deftly undoing her bra. Tossing it to the floor, he palmed her tits and teased her nipples until they were hard little bullets beneath his fingers.

Then he suddenly stopped his torment of her breasts, only to pick her up and carry her effortlessly to his bedroom. Dropping her onto the mattress, he had her completely naked within seconds. His own jeans were discarded quickly afterwards, joining the pile of her clothes on the floor. He'd been commando beneath his jeans, and his cock stood erect from the blond curls at its base. A bead of pre-come oozed from its tip.

Before she had chance to sit up and taste it, Jacob crawled onto the big bed and was above her. Capturing her bottom lip between his teeth, he pulled it into his mouth and sucked, all the while rubbing his cock up and down her wet slit. Every thrust bumped against Caitlyn's swollen clit and she was soon teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

Then, just when she couldn't take any more teasing, Jacob entered her. She was so wet that his shaft slid easily into her, right to the hilt. Unintelligible sounds and expletives poured from her mouth as he immediately began to thrust, fast and hard. He was clearly as fired up as she, as he was relentless. He fucked her mercilessly, and soon she was screaming and writhing beneath him as the first orgasm wreaked havoc on her body.

Caitlyn's earth-shattering climax didn't slow him down any. If anything, it spurred Jacob on. Digging her nails hard into his buttocks, Caitlyn savoured the feel of his rapidly pumping muscles within her grasp.

Soon, Caitlyn knew that Jacob wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. He had a sheen of sweat on his face, and his beautiful blue eyes were locked on hers. She knew what he needed.

‘Baby,' she whispered, ‘come for me.'

With that, he let go. His arse became almost as hard as steel in her hands and his cock twitched and jumped, spurting inside her. Caitlyn had the presence of mind to slip her hand between their bodies and stroke her tortured clit until she climaxed too, her grasping cunt milking the last few drops of come from Jacob's shaft.

Spent, he slumped next to her and pulled her into his arms. Caitlyn rested her head on his chest and sighed contentedly. Jacob stroked her hair absentmindedly and dropped a kiss onto her head. Twisting in his grasp, she turned and kissed him.

‘What was that for?' he asked, his eyes sparkling.

‘I love you, that's all,' Caitlyn replied.

‘I love you too, babe.'

Snuggling back into his embrace, Caitlyn felt herself nodding off. She wasn't worried, though. She knew that even if she never woke up again, she'd spent her remaining time in the most perfect way possible. With the man she loved.