“I’m not gonna ask again,” he growls, kicking off his boots.
“I thought I told you not to think,” I taunt, reaching for the clasp on my dress pants.
With lightning-quick speed, Ghost is on me, stopping my movements. “You know this is my favorite part,” he says as he slowly, almost reverently, drags my pants and panties over my hips and down my legs.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I don’t know what his favorite part is anymore, but I’m not about to stop the delicious sensations his touch is evoking. Sensations that I haven’t felt in too damn long.
My body is on fire, burning from the inside out, and he hasn’t even touched?—
“Ooooh,” I moan on a breath when he dips his head between my legs, nuzzling my center with his nose.
“You smell so fucking good,” he growls, the vibration from his words amplifying my pleasure.
With his focus below my waist, I make quick work of taking off my shirt and bra. After throwing them to the floor, I shove my fingers through his hair. I’m torn between holding him to me so I can enjoy the way his tongue teases my clit and pulling him away so I can have his cock instead.
I’m so close to coming, and I realize, almost too late, that I want him to come with me. So, I pull.
“Top nightstand drawer,” I say, my tone breathless, before he can move up my body.
“Huh?”
“Condom.”
Hurt flashes in his eyes, but he leans back and yanks the drawer open. After tearing open the foil packet with his teeth, he reaches between us to slide it over his hard shaft, but my hand stops him.
“You know this is my favorite part,” I say, mimicking his earlier words.
I settle the rubber over his head and ease it down slowly. Ghost squeezes his eyes shut, and when the tips of my fingers touch his balls, he throws his head back.
“Not gonna last long, Em,” he snarls, but there’s no anger in his tone. “You know what this does to me.”
I do. I remember what every one of my touches does to him. I remember it with stark clarity.
Deciding not to torture him, because let’s face it, it’s torture for me too, I line him up with my pussy. He doesn’t hesitate as he thrusts… hard.
I cry out when he reaches the deepest part of me, the part that only he’s ever been able to reach. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I dig my heels into his ass, doing my best to hold him as close as possible.
Ghost lifts himself up, bracing on his hands which are placed on either side of my head, and stares at me as he picks up hispace. I arch my back, silently begging him to pleasure me in other ways, and, like me, he remembers.
He latches onto a nipple, dragging it between his teeth, and the slight bit of stinging pain only ratchets up my desire.
“Fuck me,” I plead. “Please fuck me harder.”
There was a time that request freaked him out because, according to his younger self, he never wanted to hurt me. He has no such reservations now.
“Fuck you harder?” he grunts as he moves to the other nipple.
“Yes!” I shout. “God, yes!”
Abandoning my nipple, he slows his thrusts while he grabs my arms and stretches them above my head. He holds both wrists in one hand while the other he uses to hold himself upright. And then he moves faster, pistons in and out of me harder.
My hips buck, and I match his pace. I struggle against his hold, but I’m no match for his strength. No matter. Touching him with my hands would only lead to emotion entering the equation, and we can’t have that.
With each thrust, he rolls his hips, giving me friction where I need it most.
“Come for me, Em,” he demands roughly. “Come on my cock and drain me dry.”
His harsh words are like a match lighting the tip of a fuse attached to a bomb. Fire sizzles from one nerve ending to the next, and I explode around his dick. Two more thrusts, and he detonates around me, swelling as he pumps me full.
