Mourning Pt. 02

It's been another long day. And though it was a tiresome day, I barely slept through the night. It was right after three in the morning, when the sandman came knocking as I lay peacefully onto my satin sheets. It was then, I heard something. Footsteps. A cold chill runs down my spine. And though part of me wants to clam in fear, I sit up bed, anyway...

I stare out ahead into pure utter darkness...

I hear shifting in the leather seat across the room. As though someone is sitting in it. My heart drops... He sits cross legged. His arms are comfortable on the arm rest. Though I can't see his face, I know he's staring at me.

Ian...

I become breathless. Weak. Any other woman would be scared to see her dead husband sitting across from them. Not I. He uncrosses his legs, before standing out of the chair... His footsteps slowly coming out of the darkness...

"Nova." He whispers softly.

He steps into the light... I see his face for what feels like ages. He's still sexy as ever. He wears a white shirt, that's slightly unbuttoned exposing his chest, and a pair of jeans. He still has his crisp close cut while sporting a goatee. He hasn't changed a bit. He sits on the edge of the bed... Instantly I slide closer to him. I can't believe it. He's actually here, in the flesh. I fight back tears as I stare at my husband in his deep hazel eyes.

I bring my hands up, cupping his face in my hands. I'm happy to see he isn't at all transparent. I can see and touch him. I begin to sob softly... Ian rubs my arms, comforting me.

"You're here! You're back!" I gasp.

"I never left. I told you I will always be here for you."

He begins wiping away my tears. Right afterwards, he kisses my forehead gently.

"I love you so much, Nova."

"I love you too, Ian."

He tries and kisses me. This time on the lips. My heart begins to race. I cannot allow another minute to pass without saying it.

"I, have a date. Saturday night." I gently pushed against his chest.

Ian backs away some. His once happy expression shifts. I nervously glance across the room, swallowing hard, only to find my throat is dry.

"With whom?" Ian asks, with anger in his voice.

He gently grabs my face, causing me to yelp. His reaction catches me off guard. He brings my face to his. His teeth are gritted as he becomes consumed with jealousy.

"With, who!?" He asks, a little louder this time.

"Tyrone. But you have to understand. It wasn't my doing. My friend she--"

"Crystal?"

"Yeah." I respond meekly.

"No surprise there." He starts. "She was always jealous of our relationship. I never told you this. But one time, she tried to make a move on me."

This is news to me. I can't say I'm shocked. Crystal made it no secret that she found my husband attractive. I ignored a lot of her "jokes". But it was one time, I really had to put her in place, because she was getting too out of hand.

"That bitch." I mumble.

"Cancel the date for Saturday." Ian says while squeezing my hand.

"Can't. I already said I would go."

"I'll be damned if another man touches you." He says breathlessly.

"Well, what can you do about it? You're dead, remember?"

"I have my ways."

I slid out of bed, standing by the window. Pulling back the blinds, I see the millions of stars in the night sky. Tears begin to leak from my eyes, slowly falling down my cheeks. This isn't fair. Life isn't fair. Why must things be this way? I hear Ian's footsteps approaching me from behind. He wraps his arms around my waist, before nuzzling his face into my neck.

"I will always love you, Ian. But I have my own life. I want a family. And you, unfortunately, cannot give me those things."

"But Tyrone can?"

I turned toward him, only to find Ian towering over me. I try and look away, but he grabs my face again... His breathing picks up, causing my own breathing to pick up speed.

"This isn't about Tyrone."

"So, you're saying you want another man to take my place?"

"No! W-Why--"

He starts kissing on my neck, stopping just on my collar bone. He stops before continuing his sweet torture on the other side. By the time our eyes meet, I'm panting, softly moaning. He knows my weakness. Knows I'm powerless once he totally and utterly seduces me. His hands go under my nightie, as pushing the fabric upward...

"Ian, please." I whimper softly.

It's not until the fabric stops right above my breast when he decides to stare at my naked breast... My freshly waxed pussy, growing wetting by the second. He moans softly as eyeing my anatomy once more. He presses his body against mine, before kissing me roughly... My arms are lifted before he slings the silk material across the room.

"I'm not comfortable with another man touching this..."

His fingers slip into my slippery folds as begins playing in my pussy. His hot breathing on my neck, as his fingers begin to skillfully work my clit was driving me insane. I moan louder than intended, but Ian only deepens his kiss on my lips. The rougher the kiss, the harder his circular motions on my little love button...

"Ooohhhh, your clit is getting hard. You pussy is soaked. You think your precious Tyrone can take you there like I can?"

"Oh, Ian... No..."

He envelops his lips around my hardened nipples, suckling me hard and rough. His teeth graze my flesh. His warm, wet tongue licking me wildly... His fingers still stroking my g-spot... I grip the back of his head gently, feeling my peak so close... It's then he stops as glaring at me, through his shadowy, lustful expression.

"You want more?" He asks. His voice is husky, damn near breathless.

Pleasuring me always turned him on... He loved watching me lose myself from his touch.

"Yes." I pant, trying to control my breathing.

He smothers me with another hot kiss... I grow impatient. I need his touch again.

"You don't want Tyrone?"

"No. I want you."

"That's what I like to hear baby."

He grips my thighs, hoisting me up, before carrying me to the bed... I'm laid down gently... My hair gathering around my face in the process. Ian gently brushes my hair away before slowly cascading down my body... He moves past my torso... I feel the warmth of his tongue inside of my navel... My back arches as a moan escapes my lips. The warmth of his lips and tongue there begins to drive me absolutely insane. My body writhes... My back arches, as I try my hardest to compress my lustful moans... His lips gently suckle upon my hardened clit... His fingers skillfully stroking me, as touching that spot, he knows that will quickly bring me to my peak... Then it happens. The moment is beautiful, as my euphoric scream takes over the room.

Ian doesn't give me enough time to rest before he removes the rest of his clothing. He slides into bed with me, as we continue with a spine-tingling love making. He brings me on top of him. I slide unto his huge shaft, that nearly knocks all the wind out of me. He holds my waist, rough, then gently... But as I bounce on him wildly, and he nears his sudden climax, he grips his breast roughly, as biting them, leaving purplish marks... I don't mind the pain. I guess he's just marking his territory...

Right when he feels himself about to explode, he flips me over onto my back... My thighs now around his waist... His huge cock still inside of me... Our bodies hot and sweaty... He cups my face, the both of us breathing heavily in the midst of our loud moaning. He continues to fuck me into oblivion. Hard and rough as I practically beg for it as rough as he wants it...

I don't think I'll ever tire of Ian and I having sex... When he was alive, the sex was always different. Spicy. Addictive. And now in death, he doesn't fail at turning up the heat in the bedroom. Even if I were to marry again. I may still want his energy near me all the time. I love him that much.

I lay suspended. My thighs are sore. My breasts are slightly bruised. And my pussy tingles from the hot sex. I feel a touch on my stomach. A finger trails over my belly button... Stopping just before reaching my pubic area... Goddamn. Who'd guess a simple gesture could get me worked up yet again. Leave it to Ian...

"You've always been so beautiful to me." He whispers into my ear.

"I don't think I'll ever tire us making love."

We share a sensual and passionate kiss... He grips my thigh practically pulling me on top of him.

"Neither will I. Which is why, I don't want you going on that date."

I released a huge sigh before sliding out of bed. I find my nightie as throwing it over my head...

"A few drinks, dancing at most. I'll be home by no later than twelve. You have nothing to worry about."

I smooth the fabric over my body before facing the bed. My smile quickly fades when I realize... He's gone. He must've orbed out.