Supernaturally Kissed (Frostbite 1)

It might have shocked me more if the marvelous sight of him didn’t steal my attention. He thought I was beautiful, I thought him a piece of perfection. My fantasy of him hadn’t been far off from the real thing. Muscles after muscles created a sight of man heaven.

He knelt on the bed in front of me and I couldn’t peel my gaze away from his erection. I longed to touch him and to make him moan out in pleasure. After he lowered his hand and grabbed what I’d been studying, I immediately understood what he planned to do.

First, it shocked me that he could masturbate as a ghost. The idea had never crossed my mind, but as he stroked himself, it became apparent that just because he was a ghost didn’t mean he couldn’t still get off.

“Touch yourself.” He worked his hand with slow, long strokes.

No man had ever masturbated in front of me before. It never interested me to watch a man pleasure himself, but now I realized I’d missed out. Pure desires rushed through my body as I witnessed his eyes darken in pleasure.

If I reacted this way to him touching himself, I suspected he’d experience the same reaction if he watched me. That’s what drove me to act. I lowered my hand down betw

een my thighs and little zings of tingles erupted in my body.

The touch was exactly what I needed to ease the pressure that built inside me. My body reacted to him in ways I’d only dreamed of experiencing. I’d never been so ready and my center pulsed with erotic cravings. Within no time, heat concentrated between my thighs and shot up my body, and my eyes rolled back into my head. I forced myself to stay focused on him. His hand worked faster and his gaze shifted from my eyes to my fingers playing along my skin. I arched my hips up as the pressure built even further. My moans grew louder. His groans drifted around me to only increase the intense sensations.

His eyes stayed on my eyes alone. As if he was bearing into my soul, the depths of them were far past arousal, they lingered into a desire to claim, to lose each other in the wavering moments of release.

His strokes were fast now. He wore an expression as intent as it was urgent—hooded eyes, clenched jaw and strained muscles all spoke of his impending climax.

The sight of him could’ve sent me reeling with a multitude of tumultuous feelings, but what sealed the deal was the one gesture that made him, him. Every man carried his own look, one thing they did while lost in pleasure. Kipp took the side of his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. I imagined how he’d look if he thrust into me while holding that look.

I shuddered deeply as my body tightened and erupted into the type of pleasure that’d leave me satisfied for months. I wanted to close my eyes, let myself relish in the intensity of my climax, but nothing could keep me from watching Kipp come into his own release.

His body shook, while he stroked so fast it only seemed to draw out my climax. The fierceness of him, the look of a strong man satisfying his needs, captivated me.

“Damn, girl, I’m going to—” His expression showed a nearness to pain. His muscles bulged, more defined than ever, and his moans washed over me like a warm bath.

I immediately noticed the lack of mess. Apparently, ghosts can come, but fluids are denied to them. Because I’d witnessed Kipp satisfying himself and the bed was clean as a whistle.

I glanced up away from the sheets to Kipp. He rested his hands on his thighs as he grinned a smile to steal every part of my heart. “Babe, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had and I couldn’t even touch you.”

Unable to breathe just yet, my only response was a slow, heavy nod.

He eventually snuggled in beside me as much as he could do as a ghost. My face came close to his and I wrapped myself up in the blanket to keep the chilly air at bay. After what I’d seen him do, it made me wonder how much I didn’t know about ghosts and it made me curious. “Tell me something that’s different as a ghost. Something you miss.”

“The smell of things,” he replied. “I’d love to know what you smell like.”

“You can’t smell anything at all?”

He shook his head easily, since in actuality his head did not lie against the pillow, only floated there. “Nothing at all.”

“Weird.” Once the shock wore off, it actually made sense. He still existed here, but didn’t hold any physical form—gifts given to someone alive wouldn’t be granted to him. “What else?”

“Touch.”

That brought up a good point I’d been wondering. “Why can you touch yourself, but not me?”

“From what I’ve come up with, I’m guessing it’s because I’m not in this world anymore, so I’m unable to act as if I am.”

“Where are you then?” I whispered, preparing for an answer I assumed would startle me.

He shrugged half-heartedly. “I still haven’t figured it all out, but it would explain why I’m able to touch Hannah.”

“I’d wondered that too.” As curious as his admission had been, my thoughts drifted along another line. “Does it feel the same to touch her as it did when you were alive?”

“Completely the same.”

It’d been obvious in their hug that the warmth to the embrace held the same effect. I might have been a tad jealous of Hannah, since she experienced what it felt like to be in Kipp’s arms. “Going back to what you said earlier, have you gone to this other place where you exist now?”