His tongue traveled between my thighs as his hands found their way under my camisole. Tonight, I gave myself to him without question.
His tongue traveled between my thighs as his hands found their way under my camisole. Tonight, I gave myself to him without question.
He began caressing my breasts and squeezing my hardened nipples, manipulating and igniting an unknown sensation. A fiery need within me was lit instantly as he firmly grabbed my hips, adjusted my body, and slowly began licking my pussy from back to front. His tongue was talented, twisting, and felt velvety soft and wet. I must say I have never met a man that dove in ass first.
He played and worked his way forward, landing on my clit; nursing it softly, lapping up my sweet essence as it leaked out. He began sucking while his tongue played and teased the nub, thoroughly arousing me as I gave in to his touch. Gripping my inner thighs with both hands, spreading me wider open, he put his tongue deep between the crevices of my labia and straight into my ravine.
“You taste delectable,” he softly whispered.
I gasped when he stopped and moaned with pleasure, “Please don’t stop.”
He returned, retaking me into his mouth as his tongue slowly twisted in ways I had never experienced. Just then, he inserted one finger into my ass, using my slick essence to help it glide in smoothly. He was firm but made sure to ease his way, stretching me gently, making it pleasurable.
At that moment, an unbridled animalistic release was unleashed. The combination of his finger in my back hole and his tongue in my pussy; made my body quiver uncontrollably. My thighs were shaking, and my back arched in carnal delight. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face closer between my legs and deeper into me as I let out the most hedonistic moan I have ever heard. My body exploded, intensely climaxing as cum poured out, soaking my inner thighs, his face, and my new sheets. I was in a complete state of multiple orgasms, from deep inside to clit, all happening simultaneously. Tonight, a craving was satiated. It’s been far too long.
“I must end our night here, but I assume you enjoyed my presence. I will be watching over you.”
“What should I call you?” I managed to utter, entirely out of breath, unable to speak. My body was still shaking and convulsing.
“I have so many questions,” I emit softly as he gently kisses me to silence my voice, still tasting myself on his moist lips.
“I will be back every night, Emily. I have been waiting for you to return to me and this house.”
* * * *
I thought last night was a dream, but bite marks were scattered across my inner thighs this morning. I instantly knew my heart and soul now belonged to him. My mysterious ghostly lover, who was tied to this house. My mysterious ghostly lover who, in one night, successfully claimed and marked my body, cementing our love and fate.
“This is just the beginning,” I whisper, lying my head back on the pillow as I watch him disappear, wondering what he meant when he said he had been waiting for me to return to this house and to him.
What I do know is when he left, I felt a bit empty, and my mind was racing. There was evidence that he was here, and my heart was full like it had never been. I couldn’t wait until the next time - he said, “Night after night, he would return,” I repeated to myself as I slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking of nothing else but him.
* * * *
I woke abruptly from my sleep the next morning, forgetting to set my alarm, but the sun was shining through the windows. Luckily, it woke me up just in time. I opened my eyes, and I remembered my dream, definitely putting me a bit on edge. I still was not entirely myself, but flashbacks of my night flooded my mind, and I started thinking about the two people I dreamt about. The woman in my dream felt familiar and connected to me in some way, although I didn’t know her.
In my dream, I was watching two lovers, almost like a romantic story unfolding before my eyes. In my dream, the woman looked similar to me and the man from last night, although he was not a ghost. He was alive and every bit as handsome and delicious as I remember.
The two of them were running by the sea together, hand in hand. They were laughing, and the energy between them was undeniably magic. They were enigmatic and contagious. They were a bottle of joy, and how they looked at one another drew you in.
All of a sudden, they stopped, and I stopped. I was her. It was me who he was with. I was no longer watching, I was the one he was looking at. I was the one he was holding onto, never wanting to let go.
He cupped the side of my face softly and whispered something into my ear. In my dream, I couldn’t make out exactly what he said, but I loved it. I then fell into his body, and he kissed me so passionately I felt myself getting aroused, and he knew it.
He had infiltrated my mind, and with one softly spoken word, one touch, one kiss, I simply melted into his hands that were outstretched, waiting for me to fall, it seemed.
~ ©Tegan Matthews, 2023
. . . . To be continued ♥️
He began caressing my breasts and squeezing my hardened nipples, manipulating and igniting an unknown sensation. A fiery need within me was lit instantly as he firmly grabbed my hips, adjusted my body, and slowly began licking my pussy from back to front. His tongue was talented, twisting, and felt velvety soft and wet. I must say I have never met a man that dove in ass first.
He played and worked his way forward, landing on my clit; nursing it softly, lapping up my sweet essence as it leaked out. He began sucking while his tongue played and teased the nub, thoroughly arousing me as I gave in to his touch. Gripping my inner thighs with both hands, spreading me wider open, he put his tongue deep between the crevices of my labia and straight into my ravine.
“You taste delectable,” he softly whispered.
I gasped when he stopped and moaned with pleasure, “Please don’t stop.”
He returned, retaking me into his mouth as his tongue slowly twisted in ways I had never experienced. Just then, he inserted one finger into my ass, using my slick essence to help it glide in smoothly. He was firm but made sure to ease his way, stretching me gently, making it pleasurable.
At that moment, an unbridled animalistic release was unleashed. The combination of his finger in my back hole and his tongue in my pussy; made my body quiver uncontrollably. My thighs were shaking, and my back arched in carnal delight. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face closer between my legs and deeper into me as I let out the most hedonistic moan I have ever heard. My body exploded, intensely climaxing as cum poured out, soaking my inner thighs, his face, and my new sheets. I was in a complete state of multiple orgasms, from deep inside to clit, all happening simultaneously. Tonight, a craving was satiated. It’s been far too long.
“I must end our night here, but I assume you enjoyed my presence. I will be watching over you.”
“What should I call you?” I managed to utter, entirely out of breath, unable to speak. My body was still shaking and convulsing.
“I have so many questions,” I emit softly as he gently kisses me to silence my voice, still tasting myself on his moist lips.
“I will be back every night, Emily. I have been waiting for you to return to me and this house.”
* * * *
I thought last night was a dream, but bite marks were scattered across my inner thighs this morning. I instantly knew my heart and soul now belonged to him. My mysterious ghostly lover, who was tied to this house. My mysterious ghostly lover who, in one night, successfully claimed and marked my body, cementing our love and fate.
“This is just the beginning,” I whisper, lying my head back on the pillow as I watch him disappear, wondering what he meant when he said he had been waiting for me to return to this house and to him.
What I do know is when he left, I felt a bit empty, and my mind was racing. There was evidence that he was here, and my heart was full like it had never been. I couldn’t wait until the next time - he said, “Night after night, he would return,” I repeated to myself as I slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking of nothing else but him.
* * * *
I woke abruptly from my sleep the next morning, forgetting to set my alarm, but the sun was shining through the windows. Luckily, it woke me up just in time. I opened my eyes, and I remembered my dream, definitely putting me a bit on edge. I still was not entirely myself, but flashbacks of my night flooded my mind, and I started thinking about the two people I dreamt about. The woman in my dream felt familiar and connected to me in some way, although I didn’t know her.
In my dream, I was watching two lovers, almost like a romantic story unfolding before my eyes. In my dream, the woman looked similar to me and the man from last night, although he was not a ghost. He was alive and every bit as handsome and delicious as I remember.
The two of them were running by the sea together, hand in hand. They were laughing, and the energy between them was undeniably magic. They were enigmatic and contagious. They were a bottle of joy, and how they looked at one another drew you in.
All of a sudden, they stopped, and I stopped. I was her. It was me who he was with. I was no longer watching, I was the one he was looking at. I was the one he was holding onto, never wanting to let go.
He cupped the side of my face softly and whispered something into my ear. In my dream, I couldn’t make out exactly what he said, but I loved it. I then fell into his body, and he kissed me so passionately I felt myself getting aroused, and he knew it.
He had infiltrated my mind, and with one softly spoken word, one touch, one kiss, I simply melted into his hands that were outstretched, waiting for me to fall, it seemed.
~ ©Tegan Matthews, 2023
. . . . To be continued ♥️
