I moaned. The sunset was beautiful. The sky was a gradient of magenta. It sank into the earth halfway as Ossy bottomed out inside me. When he pulled out partway and sank in again, I lost all sense of reality.
Ossy took my cock in his hand and held on. He created a rhythm inside me before jacking me off.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Phinny.” Ossy panted every word.
“Ossy.”
“My beloved.” Ossy quickened the pace.
“My reaper.” Gods, it had never been like this before. Never this good, with my heart so full.
“Fuck.” Ossy panted against my cheek. “Are you close?”
I nodded. So close. I felt it building again in my core.
Ossy thrust three more times before I fell over the edge. He pulled on my cock, milking me of every drop. I was surprised I had so much cum.
Ossy followed behind me, stilling before thrusting again. His movements grew erratic.
I collapsed onto the blanket. Somehow, I managed not to lie in my cum, but just barely.
Ossy lay half on me. He rolled us onto our sides, wrapping his arms around me and holding me to his chest. “Do you want to stay out here a little longer or go back?”
“Stay here if it’s safe.” I yawned and closed my eyes.
Ossy’s cock softened. “It’s safe enough for now.”
He kissed my shoulder.
I smiled. Despite the chill, Ossy radiated enough heat to keep me warm. He draped his cloak over me. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep.
Chapter Nineteen
Ossy
Someone was nearby, staring at me. I stiffened because Phin and I were still in the field, exposed to anyone who might want to harm us. It had been stupid to come out here. For a moment, I berated myself for putting Phin at risk. But then I made myself stop. I could kick my own ass later, after I figured out whether there was an actual threat.
Phin was safe in my arms. He was my little spoon. My cock rested against his ass.
I forced my body to relax. The last thing I wanted was to scare Phin unnecessarily by waking him up because I was so tense.
When I popped my eyes open, I did so with no small amount of caution. And there she was, crouched in front of me. Her eyes were blue, clouded. Wisdom was in her gaze, and no small amount of curiosity.
She was an older lady. Her hair flowed around her face and neck, and she wore a light blue nightgown that reached past her knees. She didn’t wear shoes. Having reaped many a soul in my one hundred fifty years, I could surmise she died in her sleep.
I could tell her life had been a good one, so much so that she found her death to be a peaceful experience. She was eighty-two and felt that was enough years. Her husband had died twelve years before her, and she was looking forward to seeing him again.
They had no children, which did not bother her. What annoyed her was the people who had found fault with that during her childbearing years. Her name was Mary Schlesslinger.
She wore a slight smile as she met my gaze. “Do all reapers make love in fields?”
Her eyes widened, with no small amount of humor in their depths. What she seemed to like was our predicament.
“Only this one, and only with my beloved.”
“Beloved?”
“Sort of like a husband.”
