Page 16 of Ghostly Touches

But how can Inotattempt to chase the utterly magnificent orgasms that had me strung out for hours after Kwil left? I shift my legs a little and lean forward. Oh, yes… It’s not quite the same, but it will do. I don’t know how Kwil managed to make his dick vibrate, but who am I to question such a fabulous gift?

With the Ghosts’ clothes tumbling beneath me, and my guests busy either patrolling the property for some strange reason, or exploring the naked body in my guestroom, I’m left alone to do as I please for a bit. Since I purged the property, and the town, of all the lingering spirits, for once I don’t even have an audience to watch while I get some me-time in. I shift my position again, needing more. Briefly, the vibration of the dryer hits me just right, and I let out a soft groan. Unfortunately, I bounce around a bit and lose that position. Biting my bottom lip, I wiggle my hips in search of the relief I need. I have a sinking suspicion that without the silky cloak brushing up against my skin, or the biting grip around my hips, I won’t find what I’m looking for. But damn it if I don’t try.

Closing my eyes, I tilt my head upwards picturing my Mystery Man’s mouth between my legs, his vibrating dick plunging into me.

“Oh, Kwil…”

“Watching you think about me while you ride that dryer, and hearing you call out my name, it’s the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

Kwil’s voice startles me so hard that I tumble off the machine.

Thankfully, I don’t make a complete fool of myself, managing to land on my feet rather than my face.

When I straighten, my eyes search the large, dark basement. This house used to be a funeral home before it was transformed into a residential building. They used to keep the bodies down here, wheeling them through the back entrance of the basement with ease. The large space is perfect for an arrangement of coffins to sit and wait for a viewing. Now, it’s dark and empty except for the light above the washer and dryer.

“Why’d you stop?” His voice drifts from the darkest corner of the room. “Things were just getting good.”

A smile stretches across my face.

“How’d you get down here, Mystery Man?”

There’s a short pause before he answers, “Does it matter?”

“No, I just want to hear your sexy voice.” With a boldness I don’t think I'd have with anyone else, I shimmy off my pants. Once I’ve kicked them to the side, I hop back onto the shaking dryer. Spreading my legs wide so he has a view from wherever he is, I use one arm to prop behind me and lean back while the other hand goes between my legs.

“Tell me.” Kwil’s voice sounds closer as my fingers part my folds, and I stroke just along the insides of them. “What did you enjoy the most about our time together?”

Are we really doing this? Excitement causes my heart to race. Heat blossoms in my cheeks and between my legs. I shiver as my arousal coats my clit and travels down between my butt cheeks. My fingers, plus the shaking of the machine beneath me, make for a great pairing.

“I don’t have a favorite moment.”

My breathing becomes shaky as my eyes strain to see through the dark basement. Where could he be? His voice seems like it could be coming from anywhere.

“Then let me share mine.”

Still, I can’t seem to pinpoint exactly where he lurks in the darkness.

“Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?” His smile is apparent in his voice. As I plunge my fingers into my core, he says, “The fact that you were waiting for me, you spicy Little Minx.”

I groan as I insert a third finger.

“You liked that?” I ask him. “Do you like knowing I ached for your touch? That I’d hoped you’d come sniffing around…”

I choke off on a moan as I hit the spot that I so desperately love inside myself.

“Yes.”

The word bounces around the basement.

“What else?” I need to know. His words are weaving a spell around me, making me lose myself in the darkness.

“Then, seeing how eager you were for me. So desperate for me that you started touching yourself at the very sight of me.” His voice sounds strained, but no closer than the last time.

“It was a dream come true, Mystery Man.”

My smile falters as my inner walls quiver and my pleasure spikes. I slow down, wanting to drag this out for as long as I can. I scoot back on the dryer, bringing my legs up and propping them up so that I’m spread wider for Kwil. Can he see what he’s doing to me?

“Tasting that nectar between your legs. It is a dessert meant for the gods.”

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