Ghostly Touch

~ One ~
Dream Lover
     
                  She closed her eyes as he caressed her body and his fingers lightly touched her skin, causing a tremor to run through her. A sigh escaped her lips as his tongue followed the trail his fingers made across her abdomen. The warmth of his touch, the warmth of his tongue, and his heated breath on her skin sent a ball of fire floating through her body, settling low inside of her. She could feel the weight of his body as he moved across hers and flicked one puckered nipple with the tip of his tongue just before he sucked it deeply into his mouth. Her back arched to meet him and her hands moved over his shoulders to his head, urging him to suckle her tit with even more force.
                  He moved to her other breast, leaving a wet trail between them, and suckled that nipple just as rigorously. He worked her other breast with one hand, while the other one moved down her leg, then back up to her abdomen. He squeezed the soft flesh, kneading it in his palm, and then moved his hand between her legs. She parted her thighs as his fingers found their way to her clit and rubbed it gently in a tight circle. The little nub hardened beneath his touch and her hips rocked rhythmically against his hand.
                  She could feel his hard, swollen cock pressed against her thigh and her pussy grew even wetter as she thought of him entering her. She moaned as his lips moved up her neck to her ear, and he sucked the lobe into his mouth. Her hips rocked faster against his hand as he inserted two fingers inside of her.
    “Yes, ” she whispered.
                  “Tell me what you want,” he said against her ear. “Tell me.”
                  “You,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.”
                  He drew a line with his tongue down her body until his face was between her legs. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, and then flattened his tongue against her and rubbed until she was begged.
                  “Make me come,” she cried hoarsely. “I need your cock in me. Fuck me, please, just fuck me!”
                  On his knees in the middle of the bed, he grabbed both of her legs and threw them over his shoulder, as he slammed his cock into her in one savage motion. He crossed his muscular arms across her thighs and held her tightly against him, as his hips thrust back and forth. His cock slammed into her over and over, and each time he heard her cry out.
                  She massaged her tits with both hands and pinched the nipples hard between her fingers and thumbs. His large cock pummeled her so hard, she thought he might tear her perineum. But she was too far-gone to care. The only thing she could do was feel his energy zinging through her bloodstream as her body coming to life beneath him. Her skin felt electrified and every raw nerve ending became attuned only to the man holding her. He pummeled her pussy, invaded her body and caused such sweet torment, she thought she’d die if he didn’t give her the only thing she really needed at that moment.
                  “Yes,” she breathed, “fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! Make me come. Now, yes, oh yes, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna...cooommmeee!”
                  He watched her face, every twist of her mouth, every move of her hands. She squeezed her tits, then moved one hand over her stomach to her pussy and began rubbing her clit in a violent motion as he continued to slam into her. He’d never felt such a violent force before, such an animalistic instinct to take, to capture, and to own. He felt her pussy contract around his cock as she screamed out, and he rammed into her again. Once, twice, and then he held as his balls tightened against his body. With his head thrown back, his eyes shut tightly, he sank his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs as a guttural sound escaped his chest, and he shot his hot load into her.             
    He stood at the foot of the bed and watched her sleeping soundly, a slight smile caused her lips to curve and he smiled too. Would she remember him in the morning? He wondered. But he wondered that each time he left her and still had no answer. He took a step backward, his solid form fading quickly u ntil he was a white mist barely even visible, and then he was nothing at all.
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    Zula Price sat