Page 23 of Gift for My Ghost

“Then why did you expect her to be angry?”

“I don’t know. I suppose I’m used to people being angry when they find out I haven’t told them something.”

He sat down next to her and reached for her hand, relieved when he was able to grasp it in his.

“Life hasn’t been very kind to you, sweetheart. But hopefully that’s changed now.”

“I think it has.” She gave him a shy smile. “Can I kiss you?”

“Anytime,” he said so fervently that she laughed.

She hesitated, then moved over to sit on his lap. They both gave a sigh of relief as his body remained solid and she settled down against him. Despite her question, she didn’t do anything for a moment except put her head on his shoulder, her hand tracing a lazy pattern across his chest.

“Can you take your shirt off?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never tried.”

He concentrated for a moment, and then her hand was resting against his bare skin.

“That’s convenient,” she said breathlessly, but she didn’t stop exploring him.

The feel of her small fingers against his skin had the inevitable effect on his body and her eyes widened as his cock flexed beneath her ass.

“Oh!”

“Do you want to move?”

She wiggled experimentally and he bit back a groan before she gave him a mischievous smile and deliberately slid a hand down his chest towards the waistband of his jeans. He caught her fingers, bringing them back up to his chest.

“Let me touch you first,” he murmured.

She bit her lip, then nodded and leaned her head against his chest. He stroked one hand lightly over her back as he kissed the top of her head, then bent down to kiss her mouth. She opened to him immediately and as his tongue explored her mouth, he cupped her breast, careful to keep his movements slow and gentle. Even so, he felt the shiver of response that raced downher spine. He broke away from the kiss, watching her face as he undid her vest and the buttons on her shirt. Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t protest.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, running his finger down her neck to the gentle swell of her breasts over the top of her bra. She shivered again, her eyes fixed on his face and the longing in them made him catch his breath.

He undid the clasp on her bra to reveal her small, perfect breasts, her nipples already tight pink peaks.

“Beautiful,” he murmured again and bent down to take one nipple into his mouth.

She made a soft, startled sound, but when he started to pull away, she put her hand on his head, holding him in place. He smiled and tugged a little harder on the tempting peak. She arched against him, pressing closer to his mouth. He continued to suck and lick while his thumb circled her other nipple. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips and her fingers tightened in his hair.

He took her other breast in his mouth and her breathing increased. She was rubbing her ass against his cock now and he had to force himself not to thrust against her, afraid of scaring her. But her need was mounting, her body growing flushed, her movements restless. He slowly slid his hand beneath her skirt, the fabric loose enough that it was easy to reach between her legs. The thin fabric covering her cleft was already damp and she cried out again as he gently cupped the damp silk.

“Too much, sweetheart?”

“N-no.” She didn’t sound as certain as he would have liked and he started to pull away but she immediately protested. “No, don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised. “Not unless you tell me to stop.”

He moved his fingers lightly over the thin silk again, and she parted her legs to allow him more access. When he finally eased beneath the damp fabric and touched her directly, she was hot, wet, and swollen, and he groaned at his own long-denied need.

“May I put a finger in you, Jessica?” he whispered. She didn’t respond and he lifted his head to look at her, to find her eyes half-closed. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink.

He kissed the corner of her mouth as his thumb found her clit, massaging it gently as he slowly slid one finger inside her. Her body clamped down on it, so snug and tight that he could barely move. The thought of that tight grip around his cock made him groan and she opened her eyes.

“Is something wrong?”

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