Page 28 of Ghoul Kisses

“Do you want me to?” He nibbles on my earlobe, and my body responds immediately.

“I wouldn’t mind,” I say, in a flirty voice.

“I have something else planned. Go lie down.” I obey.

“Grab the book and read.”

“Why?”

“You’re beautiful when you’re relaxed and thinking.”

Grabbing the book, I begin to read the first few pages, but my mind drifts to Eric. I peer at him. He perches on the barstool with a brush in his left hand. He looks intense as he strokes the brush on the canvas.

“Continue to read,” he orders. I divert my attention back to the book. My eyes wander to his hard biceps, and I imagine how big his shaft is and the sounds I would make with him inside me. Dirty thoughts of him touching me, playing with my nipples, and him caressing me fill my mind. I’m supposed to be protecting my heart, but I’m confused because I don’t know what I want.

“Sarah?” Eric interrupts my thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“Look.” I study the painting. He used the right color for my eyes. He painted my facial expression when I read, and the way my hair falls over my shoulders. In the picture, I look peaceful and content.

“Wow, this is awesome.” Eric hangs the picture on the wall above the dresser to dry. I lie back on the bed, propping my head on a satin pillow. Eric’s red eyes glow.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I lie. The mattress dips as he lies next to me. He strokes my stomach. My sex aches with desire.

“You’re lying,” he smirks.

“I’m not lying.”

“You are; you smell like lavender.”

“Meaning?”

“You’re aroused. What are you thinking about?”

“Sex,” I say blushing.

“Go into detail.” My nipples are so hard they could cut through my cotton shirt. I don’t respond.

“Don’t be shy, I won’t bite.” Eric’s voice is deep.

“You touching me.” He traces his fingers on the button of my jeans.

“What you want me to do to you?” My panties become wet at his words.

When I don’t answer, Eric presses his lips to mine, and I kiss him back. He unbuttons my pants.

“Eric, please. We can’t,” I say between kisses.

“We can’t do what?”

“This,” I say. He taps his index finger on my lips.

“Shut your brain off, you think too much: just feel.”

Eric tilts my chin with his fingers and presses his soft lips to mine. Our lips part, and he slides his tongue in my mouth. The kiss is tender with love and desire. He pulls his shirt over his head; his chest is hard and his abs are chiseled. My body screams for him to fuck me. He pulls my shirt over my head, removing my pink lace bra. He sucks on my aching nipples making his way down to my stomach. Yanking my jeans off, he rips my pink panties. I gasp as he slides two fingers inside me.

“You’re so tight down there,” he whispers.

Eric unzips his pants and pulls them down exposing his boxers, his erection springs free and my mouth waters at the sight. He is freakishly huge. How the hell is he going to stick that in me? He lies on top of me, holding his own weight as he nibbles on my earlobe and eases inside me. I let out a cry.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently.

“I’m fine,” He is not all the way inside of me. How the hell can I handle this? He slides an inch into me, and I cry out again. Pain and pleasure ripple through me as he thrusts deeper. Our breaths labor, and I focus on the feel of him. Eric picks up speed, finding his rhythm. I moan even louder as I scratch his back. I pin my legs around him begging for more. Eric worships me, claiming me with his touch. Pleasure rushes through me as I orgasm, and my legs tremble uncontrollably. Eric continues to chase his own orgasm, and he collapses on top of me. He pulls out of me and flips me on my stomach.

“I’m not finished with you,” he whispers. His breath tickles my ear, and my body burns with desire.

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