Page 24 of Graveyard Girls

“Yes,” she moaned. “Harder. Please, go harder.”

“Stop moving your hips like that,” I gritted out.

“No,” she said over her shoulder, giving her hips a wiggle, taunting me with her gorgeous ass.

“That’s it, then,” I conceded. The next time I pulled out, I added a third finger and slammed into her. Lunette cried out in ecstasy as I fucked her hard with three fingers. Slamming into her tip to knuckle as my cunt rocked against her ass. “Fuck, you’re dripping down my wrist.”

“Don’t stop,” she demanded. “I’m so close.”

“Oh, I’m never fucking stopping,” I replied.

When she shattered against me, bent over my headstone, I came with her. Her pussy constricted around my fingers as her release poured down my wrist. Gently pulling out, I turned her around and smoothed the hair stuck to the sweat on herforehead before kissing her deeply. Our breasts pressed together as our tongues danced, exploring the other’s mouth while we came down from the aftershocks of passion.

Lunette’s palms traveled down my breasts, to my abs, and finally between my thighs. She grazed over the tuft of hair there and nibbled my lip. “I want more.”

“What do you want, my moonlight?”

Her smile was radiant as she pulled back. “Lie down.”

Usually, I’d give her some hell about giving me orders, but this night, this grave, this witch… I did as I was told. When I was on my back, Lune crawled over me, parting my legs and straddling me. “Help guide me?” she asked, and it took me a moment, but then I realized what she wanted.

“Oh, you want to scissor, huh?” I smirked. “Think you can handle it?”

“Let’s try and see.” Her lips curved as she playfully rocked against my inner thigh. “It looks complicated, though.”

“It’s not,” I said, taking her knee and pushing it closer to my ribs. “Now put your other knee that way, good girl.”

“Now I just move back and forth?”

“You just do what feels good,” I instructed. “And trust me, everything you do feels more than good. That’s it, hold my leg like that.”

It took her a moment, confidence is all she needed, really. We were both so wet that her soaked pussy combined with my wet cunt on every thrust. We both moaned at the feel of us together, fucking on my grave. Reaching up, I cupped her breast, flicking my thumb over her nipple. “I like riding you,” she said, breathless.

“I like watching,” I replied, moving my hips to meet her.

Taking her wrist, I guided her toward my center. “Fuck me like you mean it, Lune.”

Without hesitation, her fingers eagerly responded to my invitation. The moment Lunette slipped two fingers inside me, we both groaned in unison. “You feel so good,” she moaned, her head leaning back as she rode me and fingered me at the same time. “So, so good, Shy.”

I grabbed her hips then, the gentlewoman in me dead and under the grave we fucked on. Gripping her hard, I thrusted against her while moving her on my own. Harder and faster, our cunts grinded against each other while her fingers plunged in and out, deeper and deeper. “Fuck yes,” I groaned, feeling our orgasms build. Her moans, her whimpers, and her short and fast intakes of breath sent me into an oblivion of pleasure. When I came, my back arched, and I moaned into the night, another moaning ghost in a graveyard—and my witch came on top of me, riding me so hard and so good.

Holding onto my knee, Lunette pulled out and slumped to the side, giggling in bliss. “That… I love that. We have to do that more. Scissoring, whatever you called it.”

I laughed, running my touch down her arm. “We can do that as much as you want. I’m not done with you, though.”

“What?”

“Roll over. I’m hungry.”

There was no waiting for her answer or compliance—and she was too thoroughly fucked to argue. Sitting up, I pulled her underneath me and kissed her neck softly. “You’re so beautiful, Lunette. My moonlight in a cemetery.”

“You’re my sunshine in a graveyard,” she whispered. “Your light has awakened my bones.”

“And your love has given me new life,” I breathed, my mouth landing around her nipple. Her gasp and wiggle at my tongue as it flicked against her nipple had my own wetness dripping down my thighs. Lunette pushed at my shoulders, urging me lower. I smiled against her tits. “Don’t rush me. I want to savor you.”

“Savor me lower.” She bit her lip, hiding her grin.

My laugh was hearty and true. “How can I say no?” Kissing her stomach, I drifted lower and lower until finally my mouth reached her patch of hair. I tugged it gently with my lips before dropping my nose and inhaling deeply. “You smell as good as you taste,” I groaned.

Lune’s hands explored my curls, tangling in their expanse, as my tongue licked her slit. She gasped and parted her knees wider. “Your mouth is everything.”

“You’re everything,” I murmured against her wet and wanting core. “Now, let me eat this delicious pussy.” I buried my face in her cunt. Her moan was muffled as her thighs clenched around my ears. My tongue greedily licked and drank her juices. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked gently, my chin and face soaked in her. Her wetness coated stray curls of my hair, and I loved having her all over me. Her flavor on my tongue, on my skin, between my thighs, and on my lips.

When she came in my mouth, I didn’t stop, though she tried to push me away. Soon, her protests died as another orgasm wrecked her. Then another. I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop devouring my girl on my grave. My savior, my witch, my love. Called from my eternal sleep because she needed me. A love so strong, so fated, not even death could keep us apart. I crawled from the beyond to find her, and I was never letting her go.

Lunette’s wedding dress lay strewn across my grave. Remnants of lives not meant for us. Echoes of death un-had and resisted. Love resurrected from the dead, a body at its end, and a soul’s lost ember.

On an October night breeze in a lonely graveyard, life began again.

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