My hot breath on her lower stomach raises goosebumps along her soft, smooth body. I gently spread her legs wider, and Miranda whimpers as more of her skin hits the cold metal of the table. Running my finger through her wet folds, I graze the hard nub throbbing for my touch before I slide two fingers effortlessly into her slick opening, curling them forward as I pump in and out. She whimpers as I continue circling her clit with my thumb over and over until she's arching off the table, trying to get the friction she desperately needs.

"Oh my god, fuck me.Please."

"No." I smile at her before leaning forward to suck her nipple into my mouth. I graze the hard tip with my teeth. She jerks and moans with the alternation of pain and pleasure. "This is supposed to be a punishment, remember?"

Miranda gets to her elbows in protest as I add another finger. Her hazel eyes lock with mine as she lets out a short, surprised breath. My thumb circles her clit, my fingers pumping in and out with a steadily increasing pace. Panting in sharp, hard bursts, her face quickly screws up in ecstasy. Moaning like a horny ghost,myghost, she gives in to the pleasure as her tight, wet opening convulses around my fingers.

How many nights have I pictured Miranda Collins in this position, her beautiful face flashing with desire and longing as I make her come again and again?

I remove my hand, locking eyes with her as I lick my fingers one by one and shrug. "I was hungry. Can you blame me?"

I'm rewarded with a husky laugh, and she reaches through her bare legs to rub my obvious erection through my underwear, straining toward her like it can sense its true home. "We should do something about this," she says with mock seriousness.

"What do you suggest?" I ask, pushing my hips toward her as she works her hand up and down the outline of my hard cock.

Miranda bites her lip and shoves me back as she sits up and slides off the table. On her tiptoes, her hot mouth is on mine, and I groan at the contact. Her soft, plush lips open, and her tongue tangles with mine. She groans, tasting herself on my tongue as she lowers the rest of my clothes to the floor. She squeals in surprise as I lift her onto the table again, pulling her close to the edge and pushing her onto her back.

"Miranda." I gaze down at her body. "My sexy, Miranda."

Her round breasts are a perfect handful, with small, dark pink nipples begging for my tongue. Curvy hips flare and taper to her smooth legs, creating a heart shape from her waist. Running my hand up her soft, milky white skin, I watch goosebumps erupt over her arms and legs.

"Don't move," I command as I grab my pants and fish out the condom I bought on my way over here. Because sometimes dreams do come true.

I roll the condom down my length, pumping my hard cock with my hand as I gaze at my beautiful ghost, all laid out for me. Her dark blonde hair, licked with various shades of pink, splays out around her as she kneads her breasts under my heated gaze. But I'm not ready yet.

"One more taste."

Lowering myself to the floor, I bury my face between her legs, lapping at her juices like a starving man. And I have been starving. Nobody else can compare to Miranda. It’s not just her incredible body that has me losing all control, but her essence. She's creative and fun. Sassy and sexy. Intelligent and funny.

Miranda's desperate pleas to fuck her are quickly drowned out by her steady pants of pleasure as I circle her sensitive clit with my tongue again and again until she pushes down, trying to ride my face. I pull back from my work, holding her up with a hand under each of her thighs so she doesn't fall off the table, and she whimpers from the lack of contact on her clit.

Standing, I slide her fully onto the table and grip her ankles, placing one on each of my shoulders. I stare into her eyes, desperate to note every moment that brings her pleasure so I can repeat it next time.

"Oh, Cole. Please,please," she begs, reaching for my hard length.

"Okay, baby. You've waited long enough." Gazing down at her, I notch myself at her entrance, entering her in one slow, long thrust.

Her moan is a mixture of relief and pleasure, her eyes closing from the sensation as I bury myself to the hilt. Her walls clutch at my cock, pulling me home. I want to rut into her like a man possessed. I manage to control myself, moving slowly as she acclimates. I swirl and thrust, watching her face intently for signs of what she likes. Shifting her legs higher, I move her closer to the end of the table, and the new angle is exactly what she needs.

"Oh, yes, yes, fuck! Cole!" Miranda screams as I increase my pace, circling my cock to graze her clit with each pulse.

I look down to where we’re joined. Her cream leaks out, and my climax builds as she writhes in front of me. I have her pinned to me by her legs, completely at my mercy, yet I’m a slave to this goddess, winding her higher and higher.

"God, you're sexy," I whisper.

Her hazel eyes shoot to mine. The gold flecks light up like stars as she smiles up at me. "I'msexy?" she grinds out tightly, bouncing on my cock with each deep thrust, her perfect tits shaking with the movement as I watch like a man entranced. "You are so fucking good at this!"

Her moans turn into wails as she kneads her breasts, pinching her dark red nipples hard enough that her pussy throbs around my cock in response.

My climax threatens to barrel down on me, but I want her to come first. I place one arm over her thighs, locking her in place against me, and reach down to bury my thumb between her folds. I continue to thrust into her, my pace becoming more erratic with each breath as I circle her clit. That's all it takes. Within seconds, she clamps down on me, wailing with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, Miranda. Oh, fuck, baby!"Marry me!

I manage to keep the last as an inside thought. I rut into her, desperately trying to prolong her orgasm as long as possible while not blacking out from the intensity of my release. Her walls continue to spasm around my cock as we both come down.

"Oh, little ghost. I've waited for you for a long time."

Chapter 5