That night they had sex for the first time since she died. He laughed to himself at how strange that sounded, even in his head. She was laying beside him now, still naked, her head laying on his chest. Being with her again that way was so amazing. As a matter of fact it was better than it had ever been. But she was different. The way she rode him hard and fast took him by surprise but it really turned him on. Being inside her again was like heaven on earth. The taste of her breast in his mouth, the feel of her nipples hardening from the touch of his tongue. It took everything he had in him not to cum within the first few minutes. The way she was riding him so hard made it even more difficult to hold on. He wanted to take it slow, make love to her, it being the first time in so long, but it felt so good he didnt want to ruin it by trying to slow her down. The way she was so wild and rough with it made him wonder where it had all come from. She dug her nails into his back hard, and bit him on the neck and chest several times as she orgasmed. But nothing surprised him more than when she begged him to pull her hair and spank her. He did everything she asked, and enjoyed every last minute of it. Still he wondered. She had always been so gentle and sweet when they made love. Now she was starting to wake up. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes and smiled.
"Hello", she said.
"Hey sleepy head, did I wake you."
"No...I've rested enough."
"So..you ready for round 2", he asked.