Laughter had dispelled the last of the tension I’d felt; I pulled Max hard against me, grabbing his ass with my hands. “You bet, stud.” His erection was still there, big as ever, pushing against my stomach. I swiveled my hips back and forth, grinding myself against him. His eyes widen in surprise but he recovered pretty quickly. His hands found my wonderful breasts again as his mouth came down on mine.
Our kisses got more passionate, Max’s hands more aggressive on my breasts. I was squirming against him, trying to get all of me in some kind of contact with all of him. We were working on getting the jeans off our bodies, Max managing to undo the zipper on my jeans with one hand as I yanked and pulled on the zipper of his. We finally had to break away so I could strip off the skin tight jeans this girl had painted on her body. Max slid his easily down his slim hips, kicking them aside.
As I straightened up, Max was gawking at me—there was no other word for the look on his face.
“What? What’s the matter?” He was worrying me.
“Oh, my God, Delia. You really are so beautiful. You need to see the whole package.” Max looked around the room, finding the mirror. He put his hands on my hips and propelled me to other side of the room.
Looking back at me was a beautiful girl, with a stunning body. The breasts were amazing, as I had already discovered. But the rest of me was pretty awesome as well; my waist was tiny—I had a navel piercing—with hips flaring into some pretty serious curves. I turned around, looking over my shoulder at my ass: round and firm and luscious. I was speechless. And the panties I was wearing matched the bra, all black satin and lace.
I caught Max’s eyes looking at my reflection in the mirror. They were practically on fire. He reached down and unsnapped the hooks on the bra, sliding it down my arms and letting it fall to the floor.
“Oh, Max.” I breathed. He ran his hands up over my ass, squeezing me, his breath all raspy again. He slid his hands around my hips, finally sliding them down beneath the front edge of my panties. I watched as his fingers disappeared beneath the black satin, traveling down between my legs, exploring uncharted territory. He was kissing a slow line from my ear to my shoulder, his eyes never leaving our reflection in the mirror.
“Delia, touch your breasts again. I want to watch you touch yourself.” His voice had gotten deep and husky. My hands slid briefly over his, then retraced their earlier path up my stomach, up to my breasts. They were full and firm, the skin soft to the touch. The nipples were a rosy pink against darker pink areolas, so amazingly young and fresh looking.
“What do you want me to do, Max?” I was panting. “How should I touch myself?” I backed up against him, his hard cock now poking me in the ass. He groaned against my neck, thrusting his hips forward against me.
“Lick your fingers and then pull your nipples…rub them between your fingers.” I did as I was told. I slowly licked my index fingers, sliding them in and out of my mouth, Max watching every move I made. Then we both watched as I pinched and rolled my nipples as they grew harder and longer. There was definitely a direct connection from those nipples to some deep dark place inside of me, some place that thumped and jolted and called out to be fucked and fucked hard.
Max’s hands were running up against the other end of that dark place, his fingers working into the wet warmth between my legs. I involuntarily bent my knees and spread my legs, my hips tilting forward, giving him free range, which he took full advantage of. His hands were magic, touching, probing, making little shivers run up my spine. My hips took on a life of their own, twitching, rolling from side to side, shifting back and forth, all in response to Max’s fingers touching me in places I didn’t even know existed.
He was pushing me back against his erection, slowly thrusting forward, his cock wedged between the cheeks of my ass, sliding up and down that soft, satin covered valley. I could hear his breath whistling through his teeth as he inhaled. I thought we it was time we found a better place for that cock.
“Max, fuck me, please. I want to feel your cock inside of me.” I watched my eyes widen; I’d never said anything like that in my life. Max looked up from my neck, his eyes half closed.
“Delia…” he breathed my name into my hair. He slowly pulled his hands out of my underwear and with one quick movement, ripped the panties in two pieces, coming away with a clump of shredded satin in each hand. I watched them fall out of view in the mirror.
“Front or back, top or bottom?” Max growled out the words into my hair.
“What? Oh…um, well…do you have a preference?”
“I want you, Delia, not a discussion.” He spun me away from the mirror, one hand on my ass, his body in full contact against me, his mouth consuming mine, his erection seeming to have gotten bigger. He walked me backward until my knees hit the edge of the bed. One more push had me on my back. I watched my breasts sway and clutched at them, sending another jolt to that special place.
Max was between my legs in a heartbeat, pushing my knees up and apart, running his hands up the insides of my thighs. I looked up at him, all blonde hair and muscles, watching him looking down at my naked temporary body.
“Delia, I love you so much. Are you ready for this?” I nodded and he stretched out above me, holding his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip against my slit, pushing and stretching me open, slowly sliding the head of his penis into me.
“You’re so wet, Delia, so hot.” He slid his cock into me, pushing forward until he had filled me completely with his length and girth. It was the most amazing feeling, having Max inside someone else inside of me.
Max dropped his head to my shoulder, nuzzling my neck as he pulled himself out slowly and slid into me again, exhaling a soft moan each time he found home. He picked up speed after a few minutes, thrusting faster with each stroke, hitting me with a hard little thump at the end of each thrust. I got the rhythm and pushed back, meeting him at the end with a little thump of my own. I felt him smile against my shoulder. One of his hands wandered up to fondle my breast, palming the nipple again, as he stroked in and out of me.
It’s amazing how sometimes time stands still when you lose yourself in something. We might have fucked for hours; I lost track of time. I felt like I could do this forever; just have Max fuck me for eternity. But Max, and his new-found body, had a different agenda.
Max was grunting loudly with each thrust now, his rhythm getting a little erratic, his hips getting a little twitchy. I sensed this was pre-orgasmic sex for this body and for Max and I wanted to watch him, so I pushed him up off my shoulder.
“I want to see you fucking me, Max. I want to watch your face when you come.” Max looked down at me, a whole range of emotions running across his face, the predominant one being lust.
Max raised his body off mine so I could see. I looked down between our bodies and watched Max making love to me, his hard cock sliding in and out of me, wet with my juices. Watching him—watching us—ignited a whole new burning inside me, suddenly pushing me to the edge of my own orgasm.
“Oh, God...Max. Faster…please, fuck me faster.” Max looked into my eyes, gasping in time to his thrusts. I ran my hand over his chest, covered in a sheen of sweat. I’d never been one for sweaty men, but the feel of his slick skin beneath my hands, knowing I’d caused it, made me even hotter.
“Anything for you, Delia. Anything for you.” Max spread his knees, got some more leverage against the bed, and his thrusting into me got harder and faster. “Oh, Delia…I love you.” Max was pounding into me now, his cock filling me completely. I could feel heat starting to build from where we were joined together, flooding through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, rocking with the movement of his body.
Suddenly Max’s body stiffened, and he pushed into me hard, holding himself there, muscles tight, arms still holding his body above mine. I watched as he threw his head back, eyes squeezed tightly shut, holding his breath. Then he let out one sharp cry and I felt his cock explode inside me. He lost all control then, jabbing into me severa
l times—short and sharp—his hips twitching to their own rhythm, lost in his orgasm.
The feeling of his pulsing cock shooting into me sent me over the edge. I let out my own cry of release and arched up against Max, muscles contracting, shuddering and convulsing beneath him as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over me. He finally collapsed on top of me, both of us wet with the sweat of our love making.
We were still wrapped up in each other, Max still inside me, when I felt myself starting to leave my new-found body. I think maybe the intensity of the orgasm broke my concentration, but suddenly I was alone, looking down on two bodies, intertwined on the bed, one of which was recently me.
“Max...” I whispered. “Hey, Max...” The blonde guy raised his head, looking up at me.
“Delia? What happened? Did you lose your body again? And why are you whispering. No one’s going to hear you.” Dave started speaking and then it was Max’s voice, both caught in some weird warbling duet. Even in an awkward moment, I can count on Max’s sense of humor. And then he was suddenly beside me.
“Delia, look at us. We look so happy.” We looked down on the naked couple, lying on the bed.
“Max, that’s not us. We should leave now. This is starting to get creepy again.”
The couple on the bed were sitting up, looking at each other in groggy bewilderment.
“Who’s Delia?” I heard the girl ask, as we drifted from the room. “Is she that waitress you were gawking at all night? I knew there was something going on behind my back.”
Max and I did a post-mortem later at the church. “Delia, it was amazing. I swear I can still feel myself in his body. And you...that body was smoking, Delia.”
“Yes, Max. I was smoking hot.”
“I’d call that a success, right?” Max was so pleased with himself.
“Yes, Max, it was a success.”
“So, you want to try again? Like, tonight?” As established, Max had a very active sex life when he was alive. I sighed.
“I’m not the sex machine you are, Max. Back to back nights of sex weren’t my style before.”
“Okay, Delia.” Thump. A hymnal hit the floor. I sighed.
“But, yes, Max...we can try again tonight.”
And even though we’re spirits, I could see Max smiling.
“I love you too, Max.”
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