Page 17 of Chasing Ghosts
“You didn’t want Tray and Roxie knowing about…it.” Her words falter, and she waves her hands around to keep from saying the word.
This time I sit us both up with her still being in my lap, my cock nestled between us. “No, I didn’t want Tray seeing your little ass in that nightgown that was see-through last night.”
“Oh my God! You…you could see…?”
I nod slowly.
“Oh my God. I’m…I’m so sorry.”
“Why are you sorry, sweetheart?” I take her face in my hands and force her to look at me. “You didn’t do it on purpose. We both got caught out in the rain and had to make a run for it. Not to mention it was me who should be sorry.”
“You?”
“We woke up, and I had my hands on your ass, baby. It seems no matter what we’re doing, my hands are forever finding your little curves.”
Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, and her eyes widen as my words sink in. She opens and closes her mouth a few times before she settles on what to finally say. When she does, it’s my turn to turn red.
“Is it always so big?” She slaps her hand over her mouth. “Oh, shit, don’t answer that. I don’t know…I, uh, need to…”
She stands before I can stop her this time. And quickly learns her mistake. Standing in front of me puts her pussy right in front of my face, and when I reach out to stop her, it sends her teetering. I end up with my face in her pussy. And once there…
Chapter Thirteen
Cori
Oh my God! He’s…his face…
Is he…? Smelling me?
I try to pull away, but his hands clamp down harder on the backs of my thighs, and a growl comes from him. “Just give me a second, sweetheart. Just give me a second and don’t move.”
“O…okay.”
He takes a deep breath, and I instinctively try to back away, only to fall back in place. He mumbles something, but I don’t catch what it is because the way his words vibrate through me has me turning embarrassingly wet close to where his face is nestled. The thought of just the thin nightgown being the only thing between him and the part of me no one has ever seen before has a shiver run through me.
“Mac?” He groans. “Are…um, is everything alright? Are you okay?”
When he looks at me, his eyes look…hungry.
“You smell fucking good!”
Holy cow!
He runs his nose along the bottom of my tummy before moving his hands up to my hips. My nightdress bunches up, and I try to sidestep to make the material fall in place. The length of my gown isn’t very long, and if it bunches up any further…
When I look down, I realize his eyes aren’t on my face anymore. He’s looking at the place that will be revealed if he keeps moving his hand.
“I bet you taste amazing.”
“Oh my God!” The shock that pours through me has my mouth falling open as I stand stunned. Is he talking about what I think he’s talking about?
Our eyes meet, and the look he gives me is very similar to the one he gave me when he discovered I could see and hear…things.
“Interesting.”
“What? What’s interesting?” I wish I could control my breathing a little better, and I didn’t sound like a wheezy bird squeaking and squawking every time I opened my mouth.
His eyes fall to where my thighs are wet and tense, throbbing with some veiled urgency I don’t understand and have never felt before. One of his hands leaves my hips so he can trail his fingertips up the back of my knee and feather them around the sides. Everywhere he touches creates a fire, and has my body growing tighter and tighter. He finally cups my thigh and runs his hand further up until it is just barely beneath the edge of my gown.
