Page 53 of Ghost
She came undone.Her thrusts stopped and her legs clamped on either side of his thighs as she let him finish her.Her mouth landed on his as her pussy pulsed and squeezed.Wet heat filled his palm and she collapsed against him.
Her face slipped to his shoulder and he rolled forward, lowering her back to lie on the sofa with him on top of her.
His need nearly blinded him.Easing his hand from her panties, he stared down at her.
Mila’s hair fanned out on the cushion.Her eyes were sexy and sated.He placed his fists on either side of her shoulders.
She sank further into the couch and a hesitant smile flitted over her lips.“Come here,” she whispered.She dragged her fingers over the seam of his zipper.Urgency shot through his core.She caught his belt buckle and eased it open.
He didn’t move.Fire kindled in his abdomen.
And dammit, so did hesitation.She’d been through so much.How could he be with anyone who’d suffered like this?He didn’t have what it took to be gentle.To wash away her pain.He couldn’t even deal with his own shit.Yet he needed her more than anything he’d ever needed in his life.
“You’re stopping?”she almost whimpered.
“Hell no.”
He framed her face with his hands.“I want to hear you say this is okay.”
She brushed her fingers from his elbow to his wrist.“It’s more than okay.I want this.I want you.”
Relief surged through him.It was as if chains had been broken.He grasped the waistband of her leggings and pulled her panties down with them.Her cheeks flushed as her lean, toned legs slid free.He wanted to bury is face in every inch of her.To lick, touch, and fuck until neither of them could walk.
He needed all of her on display first.
“Sit up,” he commanded.
Without pause, she shifted.He grabbed the hem of her hoodie, but she was already lifting the sweater over her head.In seconds, she was completely bare.She was lithe and toned, her skin satiny.
“Your turn.”She grabbed his T-shirt.
In one swift movement he had the condom out of his wallet and his shirt, pants, and boxer briefs on the ground.The air wrapped around his cock, and the sight of Mila’s naked body on his couch, wet and waiting, made his heart beat ferociously.He ripped the foil with his teeth but kept the rubber in the packaging.
She circled her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her.Her lips crashed into his.Every inch of her was so soft, so damn womanly, he was already lost.
His hips settled between her legs.He’d only have to adjust slightly and he’d be inside her.
She hiked her pelvis, thrusting forward.“Ghost, now.”
“Mmm.Not yet.”He kissed the softness beneath her ear.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders.He held her waist as he left a trail to her breast.Seizing her nipple in his mouth, he sucked.
“Ohmigod.”She withered as he flitted his tongue over her nub, turning it hard and pebbly.
“Ghost, I can’t take it.I need to come again.”She wiggled her sex closer to his cock.
He slipped down, leaving her nipple and kissing beneath her belly button.“I promise you’ll come.We’ve got nothing but time.”
She let out a frustrated groan.A glance revealed her face tipped back, her mouth slightly parted, her eyes closed.Tension creased her face.
“Mila, look at me.”
She lifted her lashes and blue heat slammed into him.His mouth hovered right above her slick folds.
“Please, Ghost,” she said, panting his name.So much raw need and desperation.
His palms grew damp as he pressed them into the insides of her thighs, forcing her knees up and her legs apart.
