Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (spicy books to read .TXT) 📕

sensation made her moan and she kissed his neck with abandon.  Patrick put her down on the floor and she stood there looking at him – just waiting.  He bent over kissed her neck, then instructed.  "Bend over."

Not waiting for her to obey, he turned her around and pushed her onto all fours on the bed. “You have the most perfect ass.  I could cum just from looking at your ass.”  

"What are you waiting for, Baby?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder at him.  Patrick stepped in behind her and grasped his cock.  He rubbed the tip over her lips and she arched her back for him. 

"I will never tire of doing this.  You are my woman.  Right?"

"Lord, yes.  Now fuck me, Patrick. Give me every inch."

He spanked his cock against her ass before putting the tip inside and she drove back against him forcefully, accepting every inch deep inside of her.

"Oh, God!!!" he bellowed.  “I wanted to tease you so more, but I can’t.  It feels too good.”  She slammed back against him one more time and then put her pussy to work.

"Shit, Savannah.”  He exhaled in ecstasy.  She buried her face in the pillow and wiggled her hips back and forth.  Grabbing her hips, he pounded away at her furiously.

She screamed into the open air. "Oh, God!!!"

“Feel good?”  Positioning his cock, he pushed in, letting it slide slowly in all the way – then out – then in.  He did this about five times before he groaned, “I’m gonna cum!”  Striving to maintain control, he kept the same slow methodical pace until he couldn’t.  The force of his orgasm ripped through his body like a tornado and Patrick lost control of his body, violently convulsing.  “Savannah!” he bellowed.  He pulled out, collapsing forward on her back, too weak-kneed to keep his balance, amazed that tiny Savannah could hold his weight. She lifted her head up off the pillow and turned her head to kiss him. 

"I love you, Patrick."

"I love you too, Baby."

Patrick kissed the side of her mouth, then rolled off of her and collapsed on the bed.

"That was amazing," he told her.  "You are amazing."  She smiled at him tenderly and then rested her head on his chest like it had been there a thousand times before and would be there a thousand times in the fure.

*****

Gradually, Savannah came out of her trance like state.  She wasn’t unaware of the danger.  It wasn’t healthy for her to exist so much in the past.  Years of loneliness and grief had left her but a shell of who she used to be.  If it wasn’t for the baby and her promise to Patrick, she would rather just drift off into the sea of forgetfulness.  Another email alert made her rouse from the couch, put down her new ghost hunting equipment and move to get her laptop.  Ciara was back at her post, looking out the door.  Really, they were two of a kind.  Both of them clung to yesterday and refused to face tomorrow.  “Why don’t you come sit with me awhile, Girl?”  All her invitation garnered her was a sideways doggy glance of patient disregard.  Oh, well.

Settling back into the corner of the sofa, Savannah opened the computer and clicked on her account.  And what she saw literally made her heart stop beating in her chest.  She had mail, but who it was from was totally shocking and totally impossible.

It was from Patrick.

With trembling hands, Savannah clicked the email open and read it as her whole world screeched to a complete and utter standstill.

My Savannah

How I have longed for you.  Do you still love me?  Am I welcome?  I will come to you if heaven permits. Forget me never, Savannah.  I love you.

Patrick

“Patrick?” she whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks.  She didn’t know what to think.  Was this some cruel joke?  Was someone playing a horrible trick on her?  Why now?  Why wait three years?  Savannah got up and paced the floor.  Amazing, confusing thoughts were pounding through her head like a herd of wild horses.  A rush of nausea had her running for the restroom.  Barely making it, she sank down in front of the toilet and dry-heaved until her tears were splashing into the bowl below.  A whimper from Ciara made her raise her head.  “It’s okay.  I’m okay, Girl.”  That’s wasn’t exactly true.  The pain of loss knifed through her afresh, she hadn’t hurt like this since the day word came that Patrick had been killed in Afghanistan.

Resting her head on the crook of her arm, Savannah wiped the moisture from her eyes.  Thinking hard, she tried to come up with a logical explanation.  There were internet email services that allowed you to leave messages for your friends to be released after death – but it had been three years!  Besides, Patrick was not the type of person that would have done something like that.  He would have known how much a gesture like that would have hurt her.  And he never wanted to hurt her.  Patrick O’Rourke had loveher with all his heart.  She never, ever doubted that.

A harsh breath escaped her lungs, a sob that ended with a whispered prayer.  “Oh, Patrick. I miss you so.”  Steadying herself by holding the seat, Savannah stood.  Another thought barreled into her consciousness followed by yet another.  What if it were supernatural?  What if Patrick was finally contacting her just like she had begging him to for years?

In her paranormal research there were records of communication from beyond the grave by haunting telephone calls or voices caught in the night on digital recorder.  Even the Frank’s box that she had left haphazardly on the couch was a way of luring the dead to speak a final word to the living.  Could an email be any more miraculous than those things?  All of these ways were spirit communications using some type of energy – electrical or otherwise.  Was a computer