Page 30 of Gift for My Ghost


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Her body started to soften, leaning into his touch as he kept up the slow soothing strokes.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just enjoy the moment. Let me love you.”

He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her again, drinking in her taste as he carefully explored her slender body, seeking out the places that made her shudder. When he finally parted her legs and touched the delicate pink of her folds, she shivered.

“Is this all right, sweetheart?”

“It’s perfect,” she whispered.

The scent of her arousal grew as he stroked her swollen flesh, his thumb circling her clit as she arched against him. Her wet heat was intoxicating and he couldn’t resist moving lower, probing atthe tight clench of her entrance. He carefully slid one finger into her but when he tried to add a second, her body tensed and she shook her head.

“It won’t fit,” she said frantically.

He pulled back immediately and brought his hand to her face, stroking gently along her cheek until her muscles relaxed again. Only then did he move his mouth to one of her taut, pink nipples. She gasped as he licked the sensitive bud, then sucked it into his mouth. Her fingers slid into his hair, holding his mouth to her breast as he licked and sucked, returning his hand to her leg and gradually working his way back up to her thighs.

He kept up the soothing strokes until she relaxed against him, then he carefully returned his finger to the tight, swollen flesh of her pretty cunt. His finger slid in easily and her hips rose eagerly to his touch. This time, when he tried to add a second finger, her body yielded, stretching to allow him to enter her and he groaned. If it felt this good to have his fingers inside her, what would it be like when it was his cock? But he wouldn’t rush her.

He increased the pressure on her clit, and her hips arched again, meeting each stroke of his fingers. When he felt the first ripple of her climax, he carefully added a third finger. A shocked gasp left her lips, but she immediately tightened her grip on him, her small breasts quivering as he continued to work her, demanding her climax. Her breath was coming in frantic pants as she writhed against him, so wet that her arousal coated his hand. When she finally came, she cried out and he felt the waves of her orgasm pulse against his fingers.

“Leo!” she cried, her head falling back, her entire body lost to the pleasure washing over her.

He kept his hand in place, continuing to stroke her until her shudders finally slowed, and then he gently withdrew. The sight of his wet hand, the evidence of her pleasure, had his cock jerking and he couldn’t help imagining how it would feel to be buried in that hot, tight little cunt. He took a calming breath, focusing on the moment and the woman in his arms.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?”

“I’m wonderful,” she murmured, her eyes still hazy and unfocused. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

“I’m glad I could please you.”

“You do,” she said, then frowned. “Wait. What about you? I should… should I reciprocate?”

“Only if you want to.”

Her cheeks flushed, but her eyes dropped to his erection and she nodded. He stretched out next to her and she sat up to study him, her eyes wide with interest.

“It’s a lot larger than I remember,” she said thoughtfully, reaching out a hand to touch his length. Her fingers were cool against his heated skin as she stroked him tentatively. It felt so much better than he remembered, but then, he hadn’t touched another in so many years that all of the memories were dimmed by the reality of her soft hands on his body. He let out a strangled moan and her gaze flew to his face, her eyes anxious. “Does that hurt?”

“No, it feels amazing. Don’t stop.”

She didn’t, her touch growing more assured, but he wanted more. He wanted her.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He drew her towards him, bringing her hand to his chest. “You can touch me anywhere. I’m all yours.”

Her eyes brightened as the implications of his offer sank in and she explored him with a gentle but eager curiosity that had him on the edge of exploding.

“Enough,” he said, pulling her hands away. “It’s time. If that’s still what you want?”

She hesitated and he steeled himself to let her go, but then she gave a determined little nod. He gently rolled her onto her back and settled over her. She tensed, and then relaxed, her small, soft body a perfect contrast to his. A perfect match.

“I’m going to take this as slow as I can,” he assured her, and he did, entering her in slow, shallow thrusts despite his urge to bury himself to the hilt.

His body was trembling, his need straining the limits of his control. She was too tight, but the pleasure on her face told him that he was causing her no pain. He continued to work himself in and out of the snug sheath, feeling her stretch and flower open for him. She was hot and slick and so tight he thought his head was going to explode.

“Are you ready for more, my love?”

She nodded eagerly and he let his weight sink down, pressing her into the blanket. He couldn’t hold off much longer. He tried to hold his thrusts to a shallow, gentle rhythm, but his hips were already pumping harder, faster. He tried to pull back and her eyes met his, wide and dazed with desire, and something inside him snapped.

He drove into her, his cock stretching her and filling her completely. Her body tensed, but then her hips rose to meet him, her delicate nails digging into his back. She was so small beneath him, so perfect.Mine, he thought fiercely.Mine to love and protect. Forever.

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