Page 25 of Chasing Ghosts
“Are you all achy?”
She lets out a soft whimper, and it’s all the answer I need.
“Can I help you?”
“How?”
“I could touch you and use my fingers to make it better. Or I could do more. I could use my mouth.”
“Oh! I…”
She’s not ready for me to eat her little pussy just yet, even if the thought of doing it has my cock pulsing.
“Can I touch you?”
Her eyes widen and her cheeks turn pink, “You want to…you want to touch me?”
“Yeah, I want to touch you. I want to touch you real damn bad, baby. Can I?”
If she needs me to beg, I will.
“I…should we…what…,” she closes her mouth and rolls her lips inward before nodding for me.
I want to jump right in, but I also don’t want her to regret anything. If she needs more time, I can give her that.
“You sure, sweetheart.”
“Yes.”
I don’t waste time or make her ask for it. I lean forward and take her lips. I spend time teaching her how to kiss, how to play with each other with our tongues. When she’s good and truly breathless, I gently lay my hand on her stomach and let her get used to my touch. Her skin jerks under my fingers, but she doesn’t pull her mouth from mine.
I focus there instead of the spots she’s still covering or the spot she probably thinks I will go for. Just this small touch tells me so much about Cori. She’s soft - the softest thing I have ever touched - and yet, there’s a strength to her I don’t think even she realizes is there. Her capacity to laugh and offer herself so openly despite what she’s witnessed and dealt with here is a testament to that strength. She’s ticklish as she lets out a giggle that surprises even her when I hit the right spot. And so sexy, it’s damned near breathtaking. Another thing she doesn’t realize.
Once she relaxes into my touch, I take the heat in our kiss down a little and start exploring her body with light caresses. I trail kisses down her neck and across her shoulder until I come back and take her mouth again as my hand continues to trail down the dips and curves of her body before breaking the kiss and running my hands up to cup the swells of her breasts. I slowly and gently push her hands away so mine can replace hers.
“Wh..what are you doing? I thought…”
“That I would be a neanderthal and just, what? Grab you? That’s not going to be a very good experience for you, now is it?”
She looks at me and slowly shakes her head, uncertainly.
“I want you to enjoy yourself. I want you to want to do it again. With me. To come back to me because you realize I can make you feel so good that nothing else will ever live up to me.”
“Why?”
I could lie to her. I could pretend it is what it isn’t, but, in the end, I give her the truth, “Because I want you.”
This time, when I bend my head, it’s to take her hard little nipple in my mouth like I did before we both woke up. She cries out and arches into my mouth, giving me more of her. Her hands, which moments ago were so busy keeping her covered, now flutter around before landing on my shoulders. Her fingers skate up to sink into my hair as I take long pulls and use my teeth to cause the barest hint of pain mixed with pleasure.
“Oh my God! Mac! Oh my God!”
I would worry about shocking her or even scaring her, but much to my surprise, she likes it. Her nails sink into my scalp, giving me that pain/pleasure back. The moan that slips from her lips has me growing harder than I was when I woke up with her sweet nipple in my mouth the first time.
“Mac!”
I worried that she wouldn’t like my kind of love. That I would have to hold back at first, wait to really show her what I like. I should have known she was made for me. I should have walked off that stage the first night and taken her home with me.
My hand drifts down and feathers over her stomach before dipping even lower. I skate the tips of my fingers over her bare mound until I find her soft lips…and how wet my little innocent is. She gasps as I explore the outside of her little pussy. I want to know every part of her, want to be able to map her body and understand it better than my own.
