Page 58 of Ghostly Touches

“Oh honey, you never have to ask.”

“Good,” she murmurs before tilting her head up and leaning forward.

I bend down, meeting her halfway. When our lips touch, fireworks go off inside of me. My legs shake, and my heart takes flight. Willow’s hands come up, cupping my face. Her soft lips part and I dive my tongue into her mouth. There’s nothing comparable to the heat billowing through my veins. My skin tingles with excitement. The way everything feelsrightas I stand here kissing her… I don’t want to lose this. Ever. It’s better than drugs. Way,waybetter. I’m getting a rush and the high without the horrible side effects. I grip her hips and pull her closer. Her hands slide up my face and then into my hair where she grabs thick strands and tries to pull me closer. My erection grows hard and fast. My fingers dig deeper into her hips as I pull her closer to me still.

Suddenly, Willow pulls away panting. She steps out of my grip and stares up at me with swollen lips and glowing eyes.

“Please, tell me you’re down for sex,” she says, breathless.

I don’t bother answering such a ridiculous comment. Even if our souls weren’t bound together, I’m a man who hasn’t had sex in almost fifty years. If a beautiful woman wants me, who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth? I’m on her in an instant. As I take her lips again with mine, I grab the backs of her thighs. I hoist her up, and as I do, Willow’s legs wrap around my waist. Her hips gyrate over my erection as I walk us over to the bed.

I pull us onto the bed and chuckle when her legs don’t let me go. I press my erection against her, and she groans. I sit up and pull my shirt off before reaching down and removing Willow’s, then her bra. Her breasts tumble out. I freeze as I lose my breath. I stare down at them, silently naming each one before diving forward to press my face between them. Willow’s laughter halts when I take a nipple in my mouth and nip at it. She drops her legs as she arches her back, giving me better access to her breasts.

But I can’t stand the lack of contact.

I pull away and haphazardly pull off my pants, letting my erection spring free. Both of us pause at the sight of it. It appears, just like the tail and horns that remain, my dick hasn’t changed back.

In the dark of the cave where I resided for nearly five decades, I admit, masturbation was a frequent occurrence in the beginning. That was before I lost my mind. But what else was there to do? It has taken some time to figure out the, eh, new package situation, but once I did, I fucked my hand. A lot. Never did I dream that I’d try to stick this thing into a real woman.

The length of my erection is several inches longer than when I was a man, but it’s about twice as thick as a water bottle. It’s textured, just as the rest of my body was with its harder skin. The erection also curves more dramatically than my human dick did. And at the top are six raised bumps near the tip, which leak personal lube.

“Well…” Willow’s voice trails off as she stares at what’s between my legs. “This will be different.”

My eyebrows nearly fly off in surprise.

“You’re good with, ah,this?”

Her eyes drift up to my face as a smile dimples her cheeks once more.

“I’m more thangood, Jonah.”

Oh thank god.

Without another moment of hesitation, I reach down and pull off her leggings. Willow wasn’t lying. She is more than good. The sight of her arousal leaking from her center is nearly my undoing. I lick my lips as my mouth waters. Without any hesitation, I take the plunge. The moment my tongue meets her core my whole body convulses once with pleasure. Holy fuck, my erection grows so hard it’s painful. I swear I’m tonguing the lock box to heaven.

Willow’s cries of pleasure are lost as she wraps her legs around my head. Her hands grab onto my horns. I’m thankful I haven’t lost those as she uses them to ride my face. Through her thick thighs, I think I hear her call my name. Then her body locks up, her legs gripping me tighter before she comes apart.

I almost cum with her. I swear I’m getting a second hand high off her pleasure. Precum beads on the head of my erection, while more lube leaks from the strange, raised bumps just below the tip of my dick. When her legs relax and drop to the bed, I move. I grab her hands and pin them over her head before placing my erection at her entrance.

“Willow, I’m not going to last long,” I say through gritted teeth as I push forward.

“Me neither,” she groans and arches her hips.

I go slow, knowing with my size, it’s going to take some work to make this happen. Now I understand the extra lube I am producing. We both moan as I sink into her warm, wet core.

“Oh, fuck,” Willow hisses.

I freeze, scared I’m hurting her.

“You good?” I can hardly speak. I’ve barely entered her body, and already I’m close to blowing. One of her legs lifts up, wraps around me and tries to pull me further into her.

“Jonah, oh, shit. That lube of yours, it feels… it feels like… like pop rocks are crackling inside of me!” Her exclamation is followed by a squeal of surprise and a deep groan. I can feel her growing wetter. Her body stretches easily, accommodating what I’ve already pushed inside of her.

Pop rocks? What are those? Am I missing something? Willow whimpers before panting, her eyes squeezing shut as she acclimates to the sensations going on inside of her.

“Is that a good thing?”

Ithinkit is, gauging by the look on her face, but honestly, I can’t be sure I trust what I’m seeing because right now, I swear shooting stars are flying across my vision as her body clenches and relaxes around my dick. It’s taking all of my willpower not to just barrel into her.

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