He slid his warm hands into mine and I laced my fingers through his, as he kissed my neck. His hips lifted and his erection pressed against my entrance. I didn’t give him the time to make the decision. I pushed against him and he dipped inside of me, causing all sorts of tingles to soar through me.
I moaned.
He grunted.
I circled my hips beneath him, but he never thrust in. Never pounded me, as I’d like him to, and merely allowed me to tease us both. I savored in the way his warm body blanketed mine. How the weight of him, the hard lines of his body, made me understand the differences in our bodies. And proved he was all male…every last hard bit of him.
He pushed further into my warmth and my eyes flutt
ered closed. Exactly what I needed, stretched by him, filled by him. Rocking his hips, he moved ever so slowly. I reciprocated by pressing against him. He cursed, and his hot breath spread along my neck. I shivered, my body responding to him being so deep inside of me, clenching around him.
“You drive me crazy,” Kipp said huskily in my ear. A promise of pleasure. A whisper of adoration. A show of his own need.
I moved all the way back, taking all of him, and wiggled my bottom against him. “Then stop playing and prove how crazy I make you.”
In one second, he was off me, lifting my hips high and spread my legs while my head remained on the pillow. I expected his erection to fill me once again, but gasped when warm, wetness slid against my sensitive flesh.
He buried his face between my thighs, and I gripped the sheets. Hanging on to survive the pleasure he forced upon me. A mix of light flicks, followed by harder movements to stir me, and oh, it stirred me far crazier than I thought I could endure.
I arched my back, pleading—begging—for more from his wicked tongue. I panted, not hiding the level of insanity he brought me to. Then, his mouth was replaced by his hard erection. Pushing through the needy flesh and driving me to a place I never wanted to wake up from. He gripped my hips, digging his fingers into my skin telling me he was as overwhelmed as I.
I reached between my legs, finding my source of pleasure, and swirled the little nub in times with his thrusts. My body strangled his erection, and his answering grunt spoke of his impending release.
Somehow, in the midst of my building pleasure, he ended up beneath me, while I straddled over him. I sank down on him, needing to find that brink of satisfaction that had lost at the change in position, but he held my hips.
“Don’t move,” he practically growled.
He thrust upward, so slowly, it could have killed me. That is, if pleasure didn’t rock into every molecule of my body. But the position frustrated me. I needed more. “Let me go.”
His hand tightened around my hips. “Don’t. You. Dare. Move.”
Without a moment to argue, he rocked himself up into me. I reached back, placed my hands on his thighs, as he thrust in rapid movements. Each one moving faster. Filling me deeper. Becoming harder.
I gritted my teeth. Pleasure making my focus over anything else impossible. My muscles tightened. The pressure within mixed with a sensation I had no control over. The hard thrusts he delivered had my back arching. My breath all but lost. I screamed for him to hear what he did to me. For him to see how wild he made me. For him to know that no one but him could bring forth such desire.
He increased his force and a loud shout from my mouth sounded before my voice cut off. The swell of pleasure overtook my mind. Skin slapping against skin. Hardness driving me to sweet satisfaction. And with a roar of release from him, I followed right behind, and succumbed to my own euphoria.
Not until a cold breeze swept along my stomach, did I return from the lingering effects of my release. I was reminded that I wasn’t straddling him, but in fact laying on my back.
I opened my eyes and blinked. The fantasy now faded from my mind. It took some time to get used it, but Kipp and I were quite good at ghost sex. He’d talk. I’d imagine. We’d both get off.
It still seemed odd he could masturbate as a ghost, but he could and I always reaped the rewards. So who was I to question it?
I raised my head, glanced at Kipp who knelt between my thighs. His sedated expression, hooded eyes, and damn delicious smile greeted me. I drew in a long breath, dropped down on the pillow, and allowed myself the right to recover.
Once my breathing returned to a normal pace, and my heart no longer pounded, I jumped off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
I bee-lined it for the bathroom to wash my hands. Kipp might not need to wash up after since as a ghost he could masturbate, but never had any of the mess, I wasn’t a ghost. Once I dried them in the hand towel, I returned to him in a jiffy.
I soared onto the bed and it bounced beneath me. Of course Kipp stayed perfectly still since in all actuality he floated on the bed, not really touching it. I lay on my side, facing him, and he trailed his icy finger along my thigh. A shiver eased my heated, spent flesh.
I snuggled into the pillow. His warm gaze stared deeply. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine, yet only a cold breeze brushed across my mouth instead of pressure. Not that I minded.
Sex might be full of fantasies, and I never had the chance to know how he felt in the flesh, but we managed just fine. Sex with Kipp was always good. Ghost or not.
“Now that we’ve got our minds focused again.” He winked. “We have some things to discuss.”
“Must you always ruin every romantic moment?” I huffed. More than once he’d take a moment that could be sweet and end it in split second.