Page 35 of Baking With A Ghost

"John, it's okay. I'm going to sleep heaps for the next few days, but nothing we do is going to harm me or send me back. Being with you in every way is the reason I'm here. I want… " He kisses my jaw with his soft lips and whispers in my ear, "I want to be yours in every way. I want you to know every inch of me because I trust you."

"I'd never hurt you, Si, never."

"Then make me feel alive."

I swallow hard and walk him backwards to the bedroom. As much as I want to reenact that scene in my bay window, Simon deserves respect and care. He needs to feel loved and feel safe, and above all, feel like he's the centre of my world. Because he's all that and so much more.

When his legs hit the mattress, my hands find the string on his pants and deftly untie the bow. Being so much slimmer than me, it takes nothing for the pants to slip off his slender hips and slide down his legs before pooling at his feet.

Raking my eyes down his body, I kiss him hard on the mouth before I drop to my knees. "You're so beautiful."

Not a blemish or freckle anywhere on his smooth alabaster skin. He's not bulked with muscle, but he's not all skin and bones. He's lean and his body has the muscle definition of a person who's used to doing demanding physical labour. Formed biceps and quads stand out and his stomach is flat but soft. He sighs, letting his head drop back when I run my hands up the front of his legs, curling them around to cup his ass.

Running my nose along the side of his groin, I stop with my lips hovering at the tip of his very sizable cock. With a flick of my tongue, I taste the small drop glistening on the tip.

"John…" His hands squeeze my hair tight as he bucks his hips into me and I do what I've wanted to since the very first time he gave me pleasure and I wished he was real. I take as much of him into my mouth as I can and gag when he presses forward, but I like it. My eyes water as I work to take more of him, but it's not as easy as I hoped. I'm going to need a lot of practice to swallow him like I want to. But that's a practice session I'll gladly never skip.

I release his cock with a pop and find him staring down at me, his dark lashes kissing his skin and I need to stand back up. I want to be next to him when he comes, not on my knees. Not this time.

He's panting and a strawberry flush has painted his creamy skin. He's really the most beautiful creature I've ever had the pleasure to be with. I've never waxed poetic about any man as much as I have Simon. But he really does come from another world. Sure, it's still my world, but a different time and he arrived by a way so out of the realm of explainable, I have to take a moment to appreciate this beautiful gift.

"Lay down on the bed, Si."

He scoots up to the middle of the bed and I quickly remove my t-shirt and lounge pants before sliding next to him. I wrap his leg over mine and press my hips into his. He gasps when our dicks slide together and he ruts closer to me, a deep moan leaving his lips and his fingers scratching into my hips. What a vision he is, using me for his pleasure. Wanton and breathless chasing a desperate orgasm.

"There's so many things I want to do with you, it's hard to decide where to start." Kissing his neck, his hands roam my back, leaving trails of fire behind. "I want to start with feeling your mouth on mine when I make you come."

"Oh… " His breath hitches when I close a fist around both of us and slide slowly against him. "John, that feels so good."

It sure does. Although this is something I've done countless times before, with Simon, this is next level pleasure. If a quick frot ends in fireworks, what the hell will it be like when we truly spend time enjoying each other's bodies?

He scrambles to push himself closer to me, handfuls of my hair in his strong fist. Clamping his leg down for leverage, he pushes his cock into my hand harder. I squeeze us tighter and he gasps, increasing the pace.

Between hungry kisses I whisper, "You're so beautiful, Simon. So perfect. We were meant to be like this."

His frantic kisses on my lips tell the same story.

"John…" He pulls his lips from mine, resting nose to nose. "I'm so close. It feels so good, I don't want it to end."

"Don't worry, we'll do it anytime you want, Si. This is just the beginning."

With a breathy moan, Simon tenses as he comes between us, thrusting into my hand as he coats my hand and stomach. I smash my mouth to his as he moans my name and I'm glad I made the choice to be beside him and not on my knees for this. My own orgasm crashes into me and I pull him closer.

"Fuck, Simon…" I add to our sticky mess with a groan. "God… that was epic."

We both lay panting, completely spent, and I couldn't give a flying fuck about the mess we just made. This is what I get to have for the rest of my life. This whole crazy ghost thing is easy to forget when he's laying here next to me. Warm and real. Flushed and sexy as hell.

"If that doesn't make you feel alive, I'll have to find some booster cables."

I run a finger through our mess and paint it across his lips. His pink tongue darts out, licking off the treat with wide eyes.

"I've never done that before."

I pull my head away to look at him, a thought only now crossing my mind.

"You've done, uh, things though, right? Like your boyfriend, you were together like this?"

If Simon tells me he's a virgin and I didn't try to make it special for him, I'm going to hate myself. I would have known this about a potential partner by now, but I've been so swept up in our connection and meeting, and having him here now, I just didn't think of asking.

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