Page 162 of Ghost

Without waiting for an answer, I turned back to the stove. It didn’t take long to fry up some bacon and eggs. I set her plate in front of her and sat down beside her. We ate in silence and I hated it. I needed to show her how much she meant to me.

When we were done with dinner, I sent her in to take a shower. I quickly cleaned up the mess, washing the dishes by hand and putting them away. Giving her time to think on her own was risky, but I wanted her to get worked up. I wanted her caught up in her head, thinking about all the ways I might walk away from her.

When the water turned off, I walked back to the bedroom, turning the lights off behind me as I went. I didn’t bother locking the door. No one was out here. The threat to her was gone. And the threat to the MC? Well, a locked door wasn’t going to keep that at bay.

I entered the bedroom. Melissa was sitting at the end of the bed, a towel wrapped around her wet naked body, and my dick immediately took notice. That fucker needed to calm his fucking balls.

“Get into bed. I’m gonna jump in the shower quick,” I said, kissing the top of her head. I hadn’t kissed her since everyone left, and I knew she was wondering why.

Turning on the water, I let it run over my hand until it was warm. Then I shed my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I had more important things to think about. I showered quickly, but took my time before getting out.

I wanted her so fucking bad that my dick was a steel pipe. If I didn’t do something, I would come the second I was inside her. With a little shower gel in my hand, I stroked myself, thinking about the woman waiting for me in bed.

Her wet, naked body. Her full, heavy breasts. Her soft plump lips replacing my hand. The sweet, delicious cream that waited for me between her thighs. Her hot, tight pussy that was made for me. The perfect size to hug my cock when I slid into her. I slammed my hand on the shower wall as I came.

“Travis? Are you ok?”

“Yea” was my strangled reply. “I’ll be right there.”

After rinsing off, I turned off the water and climbed out. I quickly dried off, not bothering to wrap a towel around my waist. My dick was still half hard, but it wouldn’t be for long.

Christ, I was never soft when she was around. I wondered if I ever would be again. I was resigned to living the rest of my life in a semi hard state. Which wasn’t the worst thought in the world. As long as she was there beside me, to help me out.

I climbed into bed, but instead of pulling her against my chest, I crawled on top of her and pressed my lips to hers. Slowly, I let my mouth speak without words. My tongue caressed her lips, encouraging her to open for me.

Held up by my elbows, I let the weight of my pelvis press her into the mattress. My cock was fully hard again and pressed against the juncture of her legs. Her hands roamed over my sides, before grabbing my ass and pulling me closer.

When she lifted her hips and tried to move things along, I growled. This wouldn’t be a hard, fast fuck like it usually was. I wanted to take my time. She wasn’t my greedy little whore tonight.

No, tonight she was my princess, and she deserved to be worshiped.

My lips trailed a path across her cheek. I nibbled her earlobe and the whimper from her lips had me twitching against her leg. My goddamn dick was as greedy as she was.

Continuing my pursuit down the side of her neck, she tilted her head with a moan. Despite her protests at my slow movements, every soft sound that came out of her told me she was loving every minute.

I wanted to lick every inch of her soft, creamy skin. The slight hint of the lotion she rubbed on after her shower fueled my desire. But I was determined to take it slow. Show her how much I loved her.

Pulling her hand from my ass, I kissed her palm as I stared into her eyes. Her breathing sped up as I kissed her wrist. My gaze never wavered from hers as I made my way to the inside of her elbow, then her bicep. Soft, whisper-light kisses all the way up her arm.

My teeth dug into her shoulder, and her eyes closed. A heavy sigh my reward when my tongue soothed the pain I had just inflicted.

“Travis, please.”

“Patience, my princess. Let me worship you the way you deserve.”

Sucking her nipple into my mouth, she cried out, arching her back. Her hand held the back of my head as if she was afraid I would pull away. There wasn’t a chance in hell I would leave her now.

Or ever.

I played with her breasts, switching between sucking her nipples and flicking them with my tongue. I held them both in my hands, feeling the weight and pushing them together. God, I wanted to fuck her tits. But not tonight.

Tonight was about romance.

We would have a lifetime for all the dirty, depraved, kinky shit I wanted to do to her. No, tonight was about her. Melissa needed to feel loved, cherished. I wanted her to know the truth of what I felt for her behind the pleasure I could wring from her body.

Moving further down, I licked her ribcage, and she laughed. Nipping at the bone had her jumping.

“Stop, that tickles.”

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