“Ohh, much better,” she sighed. She kissed him, her tongue licking his lips, her sharp teeth nibbling at him. “I think,” she said consideringly, her eyes wicked. “I am beginning to enjoy having a body of flesh.” She pushed his shoulder until he lay sprawled on his back.
“Now, my love. It is your turn.” She straddled him, her long lean thighs hovering over his groin. With one hand, she grasped the base of his organ, aiming the tip at her waiting sheath. When he was poised at her entrance, she paused, even as their fluids mingled.
“Charlie,” she whispered. “Are you sure? Is this what you want?”
He nodded. Tears stood in his eyes. “I love you,” he replied. “I've loved you since I was six years old. I've never been more sure of anything than I am right now. I am yours. Forever. Take me.”
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