Chapter 93

It took a little experimentation for Evie to find the motion that worked best - not that anything felt bad with Sam inside her and his hands on her breasts. Finally she settled on an up-and-down movement, with her hands braced on his shoulders. His cock rubbed her in just the right spots. She felt herself going higher, tighter than ever before.
When Sam took one hand off her nipple, she almost cried out at the loss. She watched him lick his index finger and wondered what he was about to do, though she was so caught up in fucking him she really didn't care. She was close, so close to her climax, and she trusted him implicitly.
He reached behind her and placed the tip of his finger on her anus, pressing it just a tiny bit inside the tight opening.
Evie gasped. "Sam?"
"Do you like it?" he rasped.
It was odd, but not unpleasant. She nodded, still riding him frantically. "Good," he grunted, thrusting up hard into her cunt at the same time as his finger pressed harder, up to the first knuckle in her ass.
Evie shrieked. Her body clenched so tightly she thought her spine would break as the spasms rocketed through her, transporting her to someplace, something she'd never known. For just a moment, the world went dark, and she collapsed on Sam's chest. He cried out too as he peaked, his cock pulsing inside her quivering cunt. He eased his finger out of her rear and petted it gently. With his other arm, he held her close, and his lips were soft on her hair.
"Magnificent." He kissed her ears, her forehead. With the hand he'd used on her bum, he reached for the washcloth on the hearth. "Gods, woman. Every time I think you can't get any better, you prove me wrong." His voice was husky and his chest heaved, just like hers did.
"I think I fainted for a moment," she murmured. There was a cool sensation as he wiped the washcloth over her backside after cleaning his hand.
"Yeah, me too." He held her tightly, his hands smoothing up and down her back. "That's happened to me - exactly never. You rock my world, lady."
Evie tried to giggle but didn't have the energy. "I have no idea what that means."
"It means you're amazing." He brushed her hair away from her face. "So, you want to move this to the bedroom, or would you rather take a shower or bath?"
"Bedroom," she decided, stretching luxuriously along his skin. His leg hair rasped against her shins. "I want you to show me how that purple thing works."
Shortly after midnight on the morning before Halloween they went to a movie, another marvel of modern technology. Evie wore the same jeans but discovered to her delight that he'd purchased two different sweaters for her, along with matching underthings. Tonight she wore a pale moss green that Sam swore matched her eyes. She'd laughed and told him they changed color to match her clothing - as long as she wore blue, green or brown, that was.
Tonight she had twelve whole hours. After the movie, Sam suggested going to a nightclub, but remembered Evie didn't have identification. She wasn't disappointed. Going out was fun, but so was spending time alone with Sam. And the clock was ticking loudly on what little time they had left. They ended up stopping for fast food on the way back to the house then spent the next several hours in bed. To Evie's immense surprise, she even slept for a little while, curled in Sam's arms. In the morning, they went to a park and walked in the sunshine after he cooked her a delicious breakfast. Evie even helped him put up Halloween decorations on his wide front porch. Through it all, he took photographs of her, and she wondered if he could see the love she felt in her heart.
Finally, Evie asked to use Sam's electric piano. He showed her how, and then at her request stepped out of the room while she practiced and perfected the tune she'd written for him. Tomorrow, she would play it for him, a parting gift declaring her love. When her practice was done, she joined him in the bedroom and he took her again, this time with the sun streaming through the windows, making Evie feel like a pagan goddess.
A little too pagan. They'd lost track of the time, and she dematerialized while they were still lying, sweaty and entangled in each other's arms.
Fabulous. Now I have to spend the next twelve hours naked. And sticky, though she didn't add that. It was odd though. She felt more physical sensation now, even when she was insubstantial, than she ever had before.
Sam, the rotter, just laughed. The he looked up at her and blinked. "Evie, I can see you. You're transparent, but you're definitely there."
Evie looked down at her own feet. There they were, though she could see the wooden floorboards through her toes. Goodness. So can I. Something about Sam was making her more tangible. She reached out and touched his face and he actually touched her back.
Why was this happening now, when it was too late?
Sam smiled gently. "Might want to stay away from open windows until midnight. Mind you, I'm going to enjoy the show."
"Lecher."
Sam blinked. "Hot damn, I heard you too. With my ears, not just with my mind."
It was all too utterly strange. She shook her head and lay back down on the bed, almost able to feel his body curled into her back, his arm around her waist. "I'm going back to sleep."
Sam somehow made it through half a day of looking at Evie's naked body without being able to really touch. He didn't even bother with renovations today. Other than walking Ghengis, he kept to the house, talking to her, laughing with her and making plans for the following night and day.