Extend the Story - Add a Room

"I don't want to hear this," I told him.

"No," he replied, "you are not ready, and your body is hungry." He moved closer, pulling me into his arms. It was cool and comfortable there. I felt as if he was sheltering me from the heat of hell. "You never actually got what you truly wanted in life. Perhaps you will allow me to show you what your body hungers for most."

I couldn't believe the feelings raging through my body. I'd never felt such desire, even at my most desperate moments. I thought if he touched me the right way, I might come right then and there. A soft moan escaped me as he lowered his lips onto mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I found it impossible to think. I don't know how long we kissed, bolts of pleasure hardening me beyond belief.

Was sex just better when you were dead, or did this really have to do with him being a man. He smiled at me softly. "You want me yes? Let me take you somewhere more comfortable." Before I had any chance to answer we were in a room on the softest king sized bed I'd ever been on. The room was a small comfortable one, and not at all hot. That is to say the only burning left was in my own body. His lips met mine again, and my clothes fell off of me as if they'd never been more than draped cloth. Then I realized his robes were gone as well and moaned as our bodies pressed against each other.

His muscles were defined and hard against me. I reached out to caress his chest and felt the soft blond curls of hair I'd just barely seen between my fingers. He pulled away, then lowered his head to suck on one of my nipples. "Ah," I half protested, half gasped. It felt so good. "I..." I was afraid I'd come any second, "I want..."

What was I doing? After all the years of resisting these urges.

"I want you, inside me, now!"