by Kali Wilows
“What happens now, Mark?”
Consuming her with his presence, he cradled her face in his hands. “I want to savor every last second with you.”
She closed her eyes, listening to his words, feeling the heat of his palms on her cheeks. “Kiss me?”
His warm, moist mouth descended into a tender, slow-building, passionate kiss that made her toes curl.
“Oh, God, it is you.” She focused on the sensations, the trail of his finger across her lips, along her neck, and down her chest. The muscles in her body responded to the gentle caresses with familiar intensity.
“I need you to know, I’m okay with this.”
“With what?” She stared at him, no longer lost in his touch.
“I’m okay with you being with him, now, tonight, for as long as you want or need.”
“With him?” She backed away, confused and a little upset he would feel that way.
“Baby, he was willing to give me his body so I could be with you. He’s a good man. It wouldn’t be right for me to stay any longer or to take advantage of the gift he offers. I’ve said and done what was needed.”
“You won’t stay? You won’t be with me once more?” Her lips quivered with her despair.
“As much as I want to, it would be wrong.”
“Why?” Her anger started to surface.
“Because, it won’t help you let go, Savannah. It would give you false hope, leaving you still clinging to my memory. It would be selfish of me to get what I want and leave you grieving for me all over again. No, it’s time.”
“Mark.”
“I love you Savannah Grace Teale. I will always love you. Promise me something?”
With knitted brows and frowning lips, she nodded.
“Promise me you’ll make the most out of this life? You’ll love unconditionally, you’ll laugh often, and you’ll embrace faith to get you through the rough times. You spent three years rejecting hope and trying to prove something you never believed to begin with. Life is too short to waste on regrets about things we can’t change. The past is over and done with. Live in the here and now.”
A calm she hadn’t felt since his death spread through her racing mind. “I promise, Mark. I love you so much.” She choked out the words. “Thank you for all the love you gave me. Thank you for the laughter.” Another welling tear spilled down her cheek.
“I do have one more favor to ask?”
“What?”
“This guy, Cameron, give him a break, okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“All us ghosts have wreaked havoc on his sex life. This body is starving for satisfaction.” He laughed and pointed down at his bulging pants. “As ready as a teenager. I’m not kidding.”
Vannah burst out laughing with a few sobs entrenched. “Okay, baby. I’ll do my best.”
He collected the last tear with his thumb and watched her with tenderness. “It’s time for me to go now.” He pulled her close, and gripped her in a desperate and compelling manner. He claimed her lips one last time, unyielding as she melted.
Savoring every sensation of the exquisite and bitter-sweet bliss of her final moment with the man she thought she would spend the rest of her life with, Vannah cherished the lingering taste of his kiss, the softness of his sweeping tongue, and the last feeling of him holding her face. Lost in his embrace, she gasped when his body jerked and he pulled back.
“Vannah?” Cameron’s body slumped over, out of his control. He felt as though his spine were jelly. Now I know why I’ve never channeled before, and why I’m never doing it again.
“It’s okay.” She eased him back onto the bed and tucked a pillow under his head. From the side of his vision, he caught a quick glimmer of white and then the room grew a little brighter. He drew a deep breath, trying to get the feeling back into his chest and lungs. The fragrance of roses—pervasive all evening—had disappeared.
“He’s gone now.” Vannah lay down beside him, resting her head on his chest as she caressed his stomach in tender swirls with her trembling fingers, a little sniff the only sign of any distress.
What little sensation he had, began tingling at the touch of her finger.
“Thank you, Cameron.”
He tried to sit up, but felt like bricks were strapped to his back and he collapsed back onto the pillow.
“Oh man, my body feels like it weighs a million pounds.” He patted down his shirt and pants, as he inspected himself. He’d blacked out and couldn’t recall anything from the instant he let Mark into his body until this very moment.
“Did he…I mean did we…?” He searched his memory for any inkling of the events that had just unfolded. His mind was a blank page. It frustrated him. His body could have been in ecstasy, but he would never know it.
“We said good-bye. Nothing happened.”
“You didn’t—we—didn’t?” He stammered. A hint of relief began to set in.
“You gave me a gift, Cameron.” Vannah propped herself up on her right elbow and looked down into his eyes with the warmth of her brown gaze consuming him.
“What was that?” The stunning creature seemed to glow as she smiled at him.
“I’m feeling at peace for the first time since Mark’s death. Because of what you did for me—us tonight, I know now that I can move on, guilt-free.” Smiling, she traced her fingers across his lips.
“Vannah, What are you doing?” A blissful feeling washed over him with her slightest touch, but Cameron knew she just let go of the love of her life. After three years of mourning, should he even consider pursuing his desires?
“Okay, I lied, something did happen.”
“What?” He checked his clothing again. His heart started to pound—he still couldn’t remember anything. “You mean we did have—I mean, you had sex?”
“No, I let him go, and I promised to move on and make the most out of life.”
“You did, huh?” The feeling of control began to come back a little at a time, first through his fingers, then his toes, feet and hands…. A sense of relief brought a smile to his face as he watched her.
“Yeah, I did,” she purred. “He asked a personal favor, too.”
“What’s that?” Cameron brushed a soft wisp of curly flaxen hair from her face.
“He asked me to cut you some slack, you know, because of all the ghosts messing up your dates and all.”
Cameron smirked, shaking his head, and dropped it back onto the pillow. “Wow, so now what?” Giving a grin, he got her non-verbal response.
She smiled and trailed her finger along his jaw, down his throat, and to his tightened chest. A deep throbbing sensation took over his chest and shoulders with a brief shudder.
“What’s so funny?” Gaining control of his arms, he raised his hand and brushed his fingers along her exposed shoulders and arms, admiring her milky smooth skin.
“I’m not so sure the ghost did you such a big favor.” She gave her words a low, sultry tone.
“Why not?”
“Let’s just say, I have three years of suppressed sexuality to catch up on. You’re in for a bumpy ride, sweetheart.”
Vannah leaned over and lowered her lips to his, brushing them with a tease. Cameron inched up to meet her and she pulled back a little with a sassy smirk.
“How heavy does your body feel now?” She glanced down below his waist.
“Uh—”
“Don’t worry, I can work with it.” She giggled and descended upon his welcoming lips.
Vannah delved the tip of her tongue into the depths of his mouth, sweeping inside with tenderness. Cameron’s palms cradled her warm face, pulling her closer to him. The delectable sweetness of her lips was intoxicating.
A jolt of elation shot through him as she eased herself up, sliding one leg over his torso and climbed on top of his rock hard bulge. Kissing with fervor, she moved her hips in a circular motion, rubbing against the clothing that separated them, feeling the warmth of her wetness on his hardness pushing up to
her.
Grabbing his hands from her face, she guided them down to her voluptuous breasts, kneading and cupping them. She gripped the edge of her plunging neckline and pulled it down, allowing her rounded, perfect breasts to spill out for his worship. Cameron’s fingers caught her erect peaks and pressed and twirled them into a maddening hardness.
“Oh you are so hot,” he groaned, squeezing her fleshy mounds with growing intensity.
“Cameron?”
“Yeah.” He welcomed her soft little kisses, seeking more with his lips.
“Tell me what you want?” She hummed into his ear then blazed a trail of famished kisses along his throat, finding her way back to his eager mouth.
“Oh—I want to get inside you.”
“Tell me more.” She hummed, sucking and licking his chin with gentle swirls.
“I wanna feel your tightness around me.”
“Oh yes.” She sat up and lifted her arms. Cameron sat with her in his lap and tugged the fragile zipper down the back of her dress. He inched the garment up her thighs, past her curvy hips, and pulled it over her head and off her arms, tossing it onto the bed.
“Oh, this is nice.” He caressed the black lace that clung to her athletic, firm body.
“I’m glad you like it.” He suckled along her throat and down across her exposed flesh. “Now, take it off, Cameron.” She guided one of his hands down the length of her body to the heat between her legs. Her breath quickened as his fingers unhooked the teddy, revealing her moist, inviting mound.
Cameron eased the sheer material up, over her head, tossing it to the other side of the bed and wrapped his arms around the small of her back, pulling her closer to his mouth as his lips traveled across her warm flesh.
Running the tips of her nails over the planes of his back, Vannah grabbed the bottom of his shirt, inched it up over his head, and watched him with a smirk as she held it to the side and dropped it.
“Feeling better now?” She trailed her fingers along his arms, his shoulders, and down his chest and abdomen, sizing up his body. She wiggled her hips, pushing down as she ground her pelvis against his engorged cock.
“I think I’m recovering nicely, thanks.” Traveling lips skimmed her chest, sought out her jutted nipples. His questing tongue swirled around her rosy peaks while he grasped her tight ass with kneading fingers.
“Any chance you’re feeling a little adventurous?” he asked, lifting his mouth from her flesh. She entangled her fingers in his hair, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.
“Adventurous? What did you have in mind?” She glided her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against his hardness.
Cameron eased Vannah up. They stood facing one another beside the bed as he freed himself from the restriction of his pants and grabbed her by the waist, pressing against her. He reveled in the sensation of her hardened nipples brushing against his bare chest. He pulled her knee up against his hip. Vannah huffed with excitement, when he rubbed his stiffness against her trembling thigh. He eased her shoe off and released her leg, grabbing the other and doing the same.
He grabbed her by the wrist, plastering another rushed round of kisses over her mouth and neck then whisked her toward the patio door.
“What?” She gasped as he slid the glass entrance open. He swept her up into his arms and kissed her again strolling across the threshold.
***
The warm summer air grazed against her tingling flesh as it brought with it, the exquisite nocturnal sounds of frogs and crickets singing filling the night air. Vannah drew back and watched the bright light of the harvest moon surrounded by glowing stars throughout the sky. The sound of rushing water grew loud as he moved across the massive rooftop patio toward an extravagant gazebo with an intriguing column of steam rising toward the sky. The rooftop was ablaze with candlelight and brought a luxurious serenity to her pulsating body.
“Oh, this is heaven,” she moaned as he eased her feet first into the heated, bubbling water and she grasped his neck tighter, kissing deeper and harder with each breath. His lips didn’t leave hers as he stepped over the edge, lowered himself into the hot tub, and guided her on top of him. He rubbed the tip of his steely hard on across her clit and she tried to lower herself onto him, but he held her hips up, just teasing her with the head. Vannah leaned back, examining his taunting smile.
“So it’s like that is it?” she challenged with laughter.
“No, it’s like this.” He tangled her damp hair around his fingers and steered her to his lips while his other hand eased between her thighs, massaging the outer folds of her throbbing flesh. She felt her way down the length of his stomach seeking out his well-endowed offering and stroked him with slippery ease.
“Oh you’re gonna get it.”
“I’m counting on it.” She bit his lower lip, then slid her tongue into his mouth and retreated again.
Cameron’s gaze shot ripples of eager anticipation through her body. A jittery breath slipped out of her mouth when he yanked her hips closer to him and brought her down onto the head of his cock. Vannah grabbed his shaft and positioned it, easing her swollen folds open. Her heart was pounding and her breathing shaky as she descended, feeling the tip glide into her tightness. He tugged her down hard, filling her and impaling her. The heat of the jetting water felt cool against her skin in comparison to the pulsing blood coursing through her veins. Her face grew hot as she panted with sheer exhilaration.
“Oh, God, you’re so tight.”
The muscles in her thighs tensed as she moved up and down, reveling in her ultra-sensitive head-to-toe-shimmers of delight. Cameron gripped the crook of her hips while his fingertips dug into her flesh, pulling her onto him repeatedly, wild and driving. With each slamming thrust, water splashed out around them onto the ground and the waves rocked violently, propelled by their frantic motion.
A growing ripple of spasms erupted in her core as his thick cock chafed against her rigid inner wall. The repeated gyrating against her G-spot brought more intensity with every thrust, her muscles tightened, she clenched her mound around his thrusting cock, tensing and releasing.
“I’m almost, don’t stop, don’t stop—”she pushed down harder and faster onto him.
“That’s it, Vannah, come for me.” He slammed into her as he slipped a hand between her legs with skill and precision and massaged her hardened nub, while his other arm wrapped around her waist, still guiding the forceful rhythm of her movement onto him. The blissful sensation magnified with every flick of his finger and every ram.
“Come for me. Vannah.”
“Yes, yes, I’m—uh—I’m—oh God,” she shrieked. The rippling spasms exploded into a volcanic wave of shuddering ecstasy. Her body jerked with delight and her muscles stiffened, then released as waves of splendor rushed through her core, and spread over her quivering body.
“Ah yeah, I can feel you coming.” His triumphant voice rang out, his breathing jagged in her ear as he laid his head back, swiveling his hips against her pulsing pussy.
Her throbbing clit sent more spasms as he gripped her swollen mound. Vannah eased up and off of his rock hard cock and guided him to stand facing her with his dark purple head swaying in front of her panting lips.
“I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Oh yeah, suck my cock,” he groaned, as she wrapped her shaking hand around his shaft and took his thick tip between her lips. A deep, masculine groan built in the bottom of his throat and roared out. She took him deep into her mouth and devoured him with desperation. She slid his pulsating hardness in and out of her mouth, caressing and cupping his balls while she sucked wildly.
“Oh you’re fuckin’ amazing.” The strength of his hands gripping her head excited her as he thrust into her mouth. Her fingers found their way past his balls and massaged that elusive magic place between his cock and his ass, pressing into his flesh.
“Holy shit Vannah, that feels so good.”
She worked the spot with her finger, still kneading
his sack. Elated at the sound of his jagged breathing, she took the length of his cock deep into her throat and glided back and forth, huffing between strokes and sucking with insistence.
“Uh—Vannah—I’m ready to come.” He gasped pulling her head closer. “Uh yeah—uh yeah—here it comes—oh fuck—”
She eagerly welcomed the warm, salty fluid as it spewed into her throat. Cameron’s body stiffened in release.
“Uh—uh—” Vannah felt his body shudder. Cameron gripped her hair, pulling her off his cock. She stood up facing him.
His smoldering, insatiable stare sent a spasm through her core. She didn’t resist when he yanked her to his mouth, and kissed her hard and deep, gasping between kisses.
“You’re amazing.” He braced himself, dropping back into the hot tub seat.
Vannah sat down onto his lap again, kissing his neck and his cheeks then trailing her way back to his panting lips.
“So, how’s that for three years of catching up?”
“Oh, Cameron.” She shook her head.
“What?” He gave a worried stare.
“I told you, three years of repressed sexuality. Honey, I’m just getting started; I said you were in for a bumpy ride.” She giggled, reaching down and stroking his semi-hardness again.
“Wow, what a woman.” He grinned. “How about a cool shower? We don’t want to get a fever, do we?”
“Maybe a little room service, dipping chocolate—we’ve got all night.” Vannah traced her tongue along the outside of his lips in a sultry manner.
“Let’s go.” Cameron jumped to his feet.
“As ready as a teenager.” She laughed, eying his hard on.
“What?”
“Nothing Adonis, but do me a favor?” She stood up and cradled his handsome face.
“What’s that, madam?—uh—I mean miss?” Cameron gave a sly smirk at her challenging stare.
“Uh huh.” She smiled. “Will you be sure to blow out all these candles? Please?” She glanced around at the dozens of flickering flames. She might have been over the past, but she wouldn’t forget its lessons as she forged into her future.
