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"I believe in us, Rayze. We'll figure this out, somehow." I offered him a smile, a small gesture of reassurance in the face of our uncertain future.
As I left the club and stepped out into the cool night air, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The conversation with Rayze had opened up a world of possibilities, but also a myriad of challenges. How do you navigate a relationship with a ghost? How do you find a way to be together when one of you isn't even part of the physical world?
Walking home, the streets were quiet, the city asleep. But I was wide awake, my thoughts on Rayze and the strange, beautiful connection we shared. It was a connection that defied logic, that transcended the boundaries of life and death.
Climbing into bed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the morning. Calling Aunt Maeve, discussing our situation, it was a step towards something. Towards making the impossible possible.
I woke up to the unmistakable sensation of being watched. It wasn't threatening, more like a warm, familiar presence. Opening my eyes, I could sense Rayze in the room, invisible but undeniably there.
“Good morning, lover,” I said jokingly.
"How'd you know I was here?" Rayze's voice echoed in my head, tinged with surprise.
"I'm a witch, remember? A medium," I replied, sitting up in bed and stretching. "I can see and feel you even when others can't. And yeah, it's a little creepy to watch someone sleep." I couldn't help but smile teasingly, letting him know I wasn't actually upset.
Rayze's presence felt stronger, closer. "Is it creepy if I do... this?" he asked, a playful tone in his ghostly voice.
Suddenly, I felt a cold sensation, like a gentle breeze, but more intimate. It was Rayze, merging with me again, his presence enveloping my senses. I shivered as he began to explore my body, his touch ghostly yet somehow tangible.
It was strange and exhilarating, feeling his hands on me, yet not really hands, more like whispers of air tracing my skin. I could feel his desire mirroring my own, a shared arousal that was as confusing as it was intense.
"Fuck, Rayze," I gasped, the sensation overwhelming. "This is... I don't even know what this is."
"It's us, Rowan," he whispered into my mind. "It's all we can have right now."
His touch became more insistent, exploring, teasing. I was lost in the sensation, a mix of cold and warmth, reality and something beyond. My body responded to his ghostly caresses, arousal building in a way I had never experienced before.
It was like being touched by the wind, by a shadow. Every nerve in my body was alive, attuned to Rayze's presence. It was both surreal and incredibly intimate, sharing this moment, this connection that defied the boundaries of the physical world.
As the pleasure built, I found myself moving with him, our movements synchronized in a dance of desire and longing. It was a dance of the impossible, a connection between a living being and a ghost, yet it felt more real than anything I'd ever known.
"Rayze," I breathed out, my voice a mix of desire and wonder. "I never knew it could be like this."
"Neither did I," he replied, his voice a soft caress in my mind. "But you’re mine, and I’m going to make you feel so fucking good."
My hands moved over each other, one hand tracing my face while the other slid down my body. I shuddered at his touch, knowing it would only lead to greater pleasure. There was no turning back from this; there was only pleasure and release, and whatever came next.
His hand reached my cock, the warm chill on my naked skin sending ripples through me. I moaned, arching my hips towards his hand. He began to stroke me, and the tension inside me built quickly.
"Oh fuck," I cried out, my eyes closing involuntarily. "Yes, right there, Daddy..."
Oh, he liked that.
“Call me that again.”
“Yes, Daddy…”
My entire body quaked with each passing stroke, the sensation exquisite. Every nerve felt like it was lit on fire, amplified by Rayze's presence. His fingers moved in a slow rhythm, thrusting my hardness towards his touch, milking every ounce of pleasure from my body.
I began to shudder as another orgasm built deep within me, growing and strengthening with each thrust. I struggled to hold onto consciousness, my body rocked by powerful waves of lust. The orgasm swept over me, wracking my body, pushing every other thought from my mind. I arched my back as I convulsed beneath Rayze's expert strokes, grasping blindly for anything that might offer relief.
"Daddy," I screamed, "I'm coming! Fuck!"
The orgasm consumed me, gripping me tighter and tighter. Waves of heat spread through my body, each wave worse than the last.
Rayze didn't stop stroking me, instead increasing his pace, moving faster and harder. It was almost painful, yet I was powerless to fight it. I screamed louder, calling out for relief.
Then it ended. The pleasure left my body in an instant, along with Rayze, leaving me trembling and exhausted.
