Close up she could appreciate even more the slant of his jaw and the shape of his mouth. His lips were full and soft-looking. About the only soft thing about him. His heart hammered under her palm as her hand rose up his ribs. Nice to know he was growing as aroused as she was. He put his arms around her and drew her in tighter until there was not even a hairsbreadth between them. She felt the other hardness then. His erection pressed against the soft flesh of her belly. She wanted to open her legs more than she’d wanted anything for a long time.
She tilted her face up and he understood she needed more of those wonderful kisses. He obliged immediately and this time his mouth ravaged hers, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth, licking, probing. His thighs pressed against her legs.
Warm hard hands slipped under her thin top and wandered up her back then around to her breasts. Since she wore nothing under the cotton suit, she got the immediate benefit of the probing fingers that circled around her nipples. He seized each bud between thumb and forefinger. Immediately her thighs were bathed with a fresh gush of creamy moisture.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t move and hung like a doll in his arms. The pressure from his thighs pushed her back until she met the resistance of her rumpled cot. They fell onto the bed and she squirmed around until she lay completely underneath him.
She pushed on his shoulders until he released her bruised mouth. “Let me get my clothes off.”
“Best idea yet.” He rolled off her and onto his feet.
She sat up and pulled her top over her head. The cooler air on her superheated skin felt wonderful. He had already shucked his jacket and shirt by the time she stood to slip her pants down. She kicked them off and watched as he undid the buttons of his fly, his suspenders hanging around his hips. His chest was every bit as gorgeous as she’d imagined. Donald Duck in the wall socket was still doing a good job and Pierce’s skin gleamed, muscles rippling in the faint glow. A wedge of dark hair spread across his chest and down until it disappeared into his pants. His nipples were brown and flat, nestled in a swathe of silky hair. She absolutely knew it would be silk beneath her fingers.
Six-pack abs is what they called them but Jane had never seen them in real life before except on cover models. Maybe more men had them a century ago, or there was something about being a ghost that produced a body to die for, excuse the pun.
She dragged her eyes away from the wavelets in his chest and watched in fascination as he discarded his trousers. He wore long cotton underwear like short long johns but it was far from comic. The thin fabric clung to every line and hollow of his hips and thighs and cupped the delicious mound at the base of his belly. She was almost sorry when he pulled the underwear down. Almost, because what he then revealed was worth waiting for. A line of dark hair inched down his abdomen and finished in a neat nest around his penis and balls. His cock was thick and looked incredibly long as it stood away from his body, hard and proud.
She stretched out her hand toward him. “Oh my God!”
He grinned at her, a shit-eating grin like Jack Nicholson in his younger days. “Like it?”
“So far I love it. What are you going to do with it?” Was this Jane Chartraine talking? Plain Jane who lived at home and kept her vibrator hidden behind some boxes on the top shelf of her closet where her mother would never find it? Where had she ever learned to say things like that?
His gaze swept her from head to toe and she knew he liked what he saw. “I’m going to invite you to lie down again and spread those lovely legs. Then I’m going to kiss you and lick you all over.” She closed her eyes as uncontrollable tremors rippled through her. Imagining it was driving her half crazy. Doing it would send her over the edge.
“Open your eyes.” She obeyed. He touched his cock and it jumped a little. “Then I’m going to push this right inside you as hard and as far as it will go. Does that sound good?”
“It sounds too good to be true.”
“It will be true, never fear. So are you going to lie down for me?”
Jane settled on her back and kept her eyes on him as he came nearer. He paused by the side of the cot. “Touch me,” he said. She put out one hand and ran her fingers along the velvety shaft. It was his turn to close his eyes and let out a long sigh.
“The pleasures of the flesh,” he murmured. “There’s nothing else like it.”
“Come to me,” she whispered and spread her legs wide.
He lowered himself on the cot gently, as if anxious not to be too rough in his need, and crouched between her thighs. “I want to taste you.”
“Yes.” She bent her knees to give him access to her most intimate parts.
His tongue edged between her pussy lips and he wrapped his arms around her knees. The tip of his tongue licked and teased her clit in a way her own fingers never had. She was so wet she thought her insides must be melting. Her hands rested on his hair and she held him there while his clever tongue thrust deeper inside her.
She felt his teeth nip at the loose flesh of her clit while he tongued the nub once again. She cried out half in agony, half in delirious joy.
At the sound, he lifted his head. “Too soon,” he murmured.
He slid along her body and took her nipple between his lips. As he drew it into his mouth he edged his cock between her legs. Slowly he nudged her legs even wider open and his long hard shaft began to fill her.
She cried out again and he withdrew a fraction.
“No,” she moaned. “Stay there!”
He raised his head to look at her, watch her. She felt his soft breath on her cheek.
“Put your arms around me.”
After a moment’s hesitation she raised her arms to rest on his shoulders. His skin was warm and silky under her caress. Immediately his hands found her breasts and his mouth claimed hers. With a murmur of acquiescence in her throat, she allowed him his way.
Never had she met a man who concentrated on a woman with such intensity, as if everything else on earth had ceased to exist. True, he claimed not to have made love to a woman for decades, but there was something more than raw hunger in him. She had supposed she would embark on a purely physical encounter but as she allowed herself to float away she felt a tremor of unease—a peculiar combination of apprehension and pleasure at being the focus of such fierce attention. Instinct told her this was a man who could not only make her want to be naked with him but could also strip her mind bare, could discover everything worth knowing about her, every private fold of flesh and thought.
Part of her wanted to hold back, to save something of herself, but she couldn’t do it. And he was just as wild, his mouth hungry on hers, eager on her body, his hands trembling as they moved over her. He murmured her name and his voice was rough and urgent, adding to the power of his caress.
She was drowning, letting herself go, knowing she was lost. The possibility of any protective emotional distance was an illusion. Whether she liked it or not, life meant emotional involvement and involvement meant taking risks.
Her head told her this was one big risk.
He entered her a little more and the wave began to build again deep inside her. Until he withdrew again.
Her cries were almost continuous now, deep moans torn from her throat as she tossed her head from side to side, begging and pleading with him for release.
At last, he took pity on her and the tip of his cock came to rest tight up against the wall of her womb. If she had thought the rest was unbearable, this was sweet torture. He pressed against the sensitive spot deep inside her and she came with a final cry and a rush of moisture.
Within seconds she felt his body convulse and his cock thrust even harder as he was racked by his own release.
After, when he lay inert in her cot and she heard his regular breathing she slipped from his side. It was as if she had opened a door to a dark, mysterious cave and stepped inside. There she had been shaken by what she had encountered.
She stood by the window, lifted the curtain and gazed out in the dar
kness, looking at her reflection. Emotions were universal and timeless and her emotions had rioted out of control. Were still making her heart pound and her skin tingle. In the window glass she watched herself run the tip of her tongue over her bruised and swollen lips. Emotions could trump reason over and over again. One of the strongest emotions was love. The truth of that could not be denied.
Why was the word “love” floating on the edge of her consciousness?
She returned to the bedside and looked down at Pierce as he slept. She was a grown woman with free choice. She could leave, she could find somewhere else to sleep or she could stay. She slipped into the bed and nestled against him. He murmured something and wrapped his arms around her. She sighed. She might pretend to herself that she still had a choice but in her heart she knew it was made.
They slept curled in each other’s arms until her watch beeped at five in the morning.
“Oh God!” She flung an arm over her eyes. “It can’t be time.”
Pierce nuzzled her neck. “Time for what? Are you ready again?”
His cock stirred against her thigh.
“I have to film.”
She pushed the covers from her naked body. “What the hell did I do with my clothes?”
“Stay naked,” he whispered. “Who’s to see you but me? And I love you naked.”
He was right. The night was warm. There was no reason to wear a stitch of clothing.
“Only if you do the same. Sauce for the goose, you know.”
“Only too happy to oblige.”
He sat on the edge of the cot. “But you have to tell me what this is all about. Why you’re here and why you’re doing this filming, as you call it.”
She explained to him while she located the video recorder.
“So my little cousin has decided to sell at last?”
“That’s what I understand.”
He followed her into the dark hallway and she switched on the light over the camera.
“And he wants to show that the house isn’t haunted,” he said.
“That’s right. Well I guess there’s one less ghost now.”
“Oh my stepmother won’t be back. She has nothing to draw her here now that I seem to be in the land of the living once more.”
He padded behind her. When she stopped to take pictures he rested his hand on her bare ass and stroked up and down. She felt her heart start to race again and knew she would be ready for him as soon as they returned to the bed. Or even before that.
Upstairs he stopped her with a hand on her arm outside the turret room. “This was my favorite room,” he said. “I used to sit here and read or write letters and look out over the fields to the ocean.”
She opened the door. “I’m afraid there aren’t too many fields left now but the water is still there.”
The room no longer had any drapes at the windows and moonlight flooded in, outlining a desk and chair in silver. Bookshelves lined the walls and the light glinted on gold lettering on the spines of dozens of books.
“My library! Most of it’s still here.” Pierce looked around him in delight.
He turned her around as she finished filming and placed his hands on her hips. “I want you again.”
“I know.” She put her hand around his cock and gently stroked up and down. His hands slid down the cheeks of her ass and cupped the globes. His fingers crept inward and wriggled into her cleft. He stroked the skin behind her vagina. The touch might have been an electric shock. She gasped and stiffened. He probed further, one set of fingers caressing the puckered hole, the other creeping to her pussy and her wet opening.
“Let’s do it on the desk.”
She was incapable of coherent speech but managed to nod.
He turned her and led her up to the desk. “Kneel on it.” Hands on her hips again, he lifted her onto the hard surface. She inhaled scents of leather and tobacco. She sank to her knees and rested her weight on her forearms.
He stood behind her and continued to rain featherlike caresses on her ass, in her cleft around and down and in and through, spreading the moisture between the cheeks. His hands moved to her dangling breasts and he worked them, alternately cupping and pulling them.
He eased one finger into her moistened anus, making her exclaim and lift her head. “It’s okay,” he soothed. “You’re too tight and I don’t want to hurt you. We’ll get you ready for that another time.”
She was beyond caring what he did to her. She was vaguely aware of the hard, cold desk pressing into her elbows and knees but all her feelings, physical and emotional, were concentrated between her legs.
“Are you ready for me now?”
She murmured in reply. She might have said Yes or Please.
She felt him spread the cheeks of her ass with two hands and then his cock was in her cleft. He rubbed the tip up and down and she knew how wonderful it would feel when he made her ready to take it there. She was not afraid of him. She had known him for a matter of hours yet she trusted him. He would not hurt her or do anything she didn’t want.
“How does that feel?” he murmured, moving closer so his cock was held tight in her crack, leaving his hands free. He used them to touch her throbbing breasts again.
Jane whimpered and sucked in her lower lip.
“Why don’t you tell me what you want, Jane? Talk to me.”
She panted her response. “Oh God, Pierce. I want this to go on forever but I want to come. I need to come right now.”
I need to come right now. Had she really said that? Had she begged a man she’d only just met to fuck her stupid? No question she’d left her quiet, sane world outside that massive front door of the Newland house. Her body quivered with her need for release. She didn’t care how he did it to her—here on the table doggy style, or maybe he would throw her onto her back and ram himself into her… She’d welcome him any way he chose.
“That sounds like an order.” She heard his throaty laugh, felt his cock still pressing insistently against her ass. His voice was rough against her neck. She would lay odds he wanted it as much as she did.
His hands left her breasts and inched their way to the pulsating spot between her legs. “I could make you come like this.” His fingers brushed her clit and she bucked against him. His hand moved away, burning against the skin of her thighs. Heat swept through her in a wave. She might melt on the spot, her body a puddle of molten lava. She moaned. “Touch me there again.”
His fingers found the spot once more and probed amongst her wet folds, almost sending her over the edge. But she held on, knowing there could be more. More of these sensations she’d never before experienced and might never again.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered in her ear. “Do you like my fingers there?”
She pushed against him in response, the cheeks of her behind rammed tight against his abdomen, and still with that huge, throbbing cock securely anchored against her. She could feel it, feel its weight, its fire…
He returned one hand to her breast, fondling and tweaking, sending shards of heat directly to her clit where his thumb stroked her with a feather touch. It was true what she had told him. She wanted it to go on forever, because no man had touched her for so long. And no man had ever touched her like this.
At the same time she wanted to come. Her whole body ached for release. Her head hung down and she watched his hand move between her thighs. She had no thoughts. She barely had any conscious desires. Her whole being was concentrated in the spot between her legs where Pierce slipped two fingers inside her.
She cried out, a long wail of yearning. “You’ll make me come.”
“Isn’t that the idea?”
He pulled his fingers out of her and tilted her hips toward him and upward, holding her while he guided his cock into her expectant vagina. She felt the tremors already, knew she was close to the fireworks display. She felt every delicious fraction of him slide into her, spreading her wide. Because of the angle, he filled her completely.
When h
e was sheathed deep inside her he paused. “God, that feels good.” Then he began to move with rhythmic strokes.
The fingers of one hand returned to wriggle between her pussy lips and the other hand held her nipple. Strong waves of pleasure began to build like a second heartbeat deep in her abdomen. As he held her tight she bucked and moaned against him. She could wait no longer.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” she cried. She threw her head back and arched against him with the force of her orgasm and felt the hot surge of his cum at the same time as the wave in her abdomen crested and broke. It seemed to last forever and yet was over far too soon.
As she sucked in breath she heard Pierce breathing deeply above her. “Fantastic. Absolutely, bloody fantastic.” He moved his cock inside her and she shivered.
She had to agree with him. Never had she had an orgasm like that. Even with her vibrator it had never come close. This man had known even better than she did how to touch her, how to pleasure her. It was as if he’d known her body in every intimate detail for years rather than hours.
Chapter Four
When had it begun to feel natural to walk around naked in an abandoned Victorian mansion, in the dark, hand in hand with a materialized ghost?
Jane had no idea. Twelve hours ago she had arrived with bravado, scoffed at the stories of hauntings and fantasized about men who would ravish her as soon as look at her.
Apparently she had abandoned the first and heartily accepted the second.
After the mind-blowing sex, Pierce held her and kissed her and led her back to her cozy little room where they snuggled into the narrow cot.
They lay like spoons and Pierce cupped her breast with the hand that lay over her waist. She could feel his cock and balls nestled against her bottom.
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