Ghost's Treasure (25 page)

She broke away from their kiss, setting her sharp little teeth against his shoulder. The light scraping threw gasoline on his already revved-up, burning desire.

"Please…"

Josie's hips bucked, meeting him on a downward stroke, allowing him to sink farther than before. He nuzzled her cheek and sucked in a breath. "Please what?"

She panted against his ear, sinking her fingers into his back. "More. Something more."

He gradually picked up speed, pleased by her sensual responses. Pressing his full length inside, he ground his hips against hers, reveling in the low moan escaping from her throat.

Always cognizant of her expressions, her body's reactions, and searching for any signs of discomfort, Ghost worked on showering her decadent body in pleasure. Although, from the sounds and receptiveness of her body, he felt comfortable they were past any pain issues for the moment.

A tingling at the base of his spine warned of impending climax. He grappled with his self-control, determined for Josie to find the pinnacle first.

Ghost shifted his weight to the side, freeing his right hand to search the small space between their connected bodies. Caressing downward, he quickly discovered the small nubbin that tied in directly to her level of arousal. With great care, he brushed his fingers over the area.

Josie tightened as if someone scorched her with a branding iron.

He looked up to find her head thrown back into the pillow as she dug her nails in for a lifesaving purchase. She rode the rack of ecstasy but hadn't toppled over. Again he rubbed all around her clit before using his forefinger to sweep over the area. Once. Twice.

Her body tensed all the more.

His cock twitched at the decreased work area, which allowed the walls of her feminine channel to snugly wrap, caress, and suck on his full erection with desperate vengeance.

"Just let go, Josie."

She shook her head, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. "I can't…"

Confusion and fretfulness flickered in her eyes. Again he recalled just how innocent she was. "Look at me," he softly ordered. When her green eyes met his, he very gently plucked at her clit. "Just let go. Let the pleasure take you. I'll be right here with you." Leaning in, he kissed her lips. "Take what you need from me."

Again he plumped the area, heard her gasp. Feeling the last of his control slipping, he lightly pinched once more.

Josie held on tight as perfectly timed contractions rippled through her channel, stroking his engorged cock until he joined her in rapture.

Sucking in great gulps of air, he forced himself to lift from Josie, relieving her of his weight, easily twice as much as hers. Holding himself up by his forearms, he ran the tip of his tongue up the column of her throat, then placed his lips over hers in a quick peck.

Her eyelids opened, revealing twinkling green irises. The mirror to her soul. Where he once recoiled from her gaze due to the stabbing pain they caused, he now found himself drawn in, oddly pacified by her look of amazement and happiness.

"Wow."

Pride washed over him with the enthusiasm carried in the single word. Combined with her sated expression, Josie appeared to be a woman well loved and delighted with her first taste of true passion.

Realizing he had to be getting heavy despite his position, he wrapped his arms around her body and rolled, effectively switching their positions until she straddled his hips while he reclined. The graceful maneuver didn't even dislodge his still half hard manhood from her depths.

She blinked down at him with a warm and teasing smile. "When can we do that again?"

"Aren't you sore?"

Josie shook her head. "Nope. Are you?"

His lips twitched. "No."

"So how long?" She arched an eyebrow and experimentally rocked her hips. "I've read about this refractory time where a man can't perform again for a while. How long does that last?"

"Not long if you keep wiggling like that." Setting his back teeth, he bracketed her hips, then eased her forward until he vacated her depths.

She sucked in a breath but remained mute.

He rolled them once more until she reclined supine. "I'll be right back." Climbing from the bed, he headed to the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet, and ran the material under warm water. Removing the condom, he discarded the used rubber in the trash, and then quickly washed himself. Clean, he rinsed the cloth, squeezed the extra moisture out, then returned to the bedroom.

Josie had shifted to her side and propped her chin up with an elbow planted in the mattress. Her gaze raked him from head to toe as a look of longing covered her face. Her pink tongue flicked over her lips, adding to the sultry vision she presented in full nakedness. A beautiful goddess on earth, just as pretty inside as out. His cock took notice, too, immediately returning to rock hardness, eager for another round.

Sitting down beside her, he nudged her back. Reaching down, he held the washcloth above her femininity and waited. When she didn't splay her legs, he studied her face for a long moment, noting the bright blush indicating her embarrassment.

"Open your legs, Josie."

"I can do it. Just give me a minute to go to the bathroom…" She bit her bottom lip and made to move away.

He rested one hand on her thigh and shook his head. "Let me." Holding her gaze for a long moment, he quietly sighed in relief when she relented. He commenced washing her folds with thorough, yet tender motions. "Sex is messy. First times especially. It's natural and to be expected. Nothing to be embarrassed about." Ghost spoke matter-of-factly as he cleansed the area until no further crimson stains remained on her inner thighs.

Josie turned her head to avoid watching him. He understood her vulnerability and sensitivity right on the heels of her first experience with sex. She'd get used to his body and the natural happenings during intercourse. He'd see to it.

"Was your first time messy?"

The corners of his mouth hitched up at the odd question. Leave it to her to delve into such a subject. "Pretty much, yeah."

"Gonna tell me about it?" She focused once more on his face, a twinkling of mischief sparking in her eyes.

He wiped once more, a deeper brush that parted her folds and cleansed the last of the blood from her body. Folding the cloth in half, he shot her a droll stare. "You really want to discuss my first time right now?"

She chewed her bottom lip but didn't fool him in the least. The imp actually considered his question.

He stood up, returned the cloth to the sink, then strode back to the bed, still shaking his head at her rampant curiosity.

Sliding in beside her, he pulled her in to his embrace, spooned up against her back, and kissed her nape. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Her whisper carried easily in the silent bedroom. He could almost see the hamster wheel whirling in her mind.

"Sore?"

"No."

Cupping one of her breasts in his palm, he teased the nipple, earning a sexy gasp for his effort. Her curvy rear rubbed against his already stiff member. "You asked me a couple of questions. Which one do you want answered?" He didn't have the heart to shut down her curiosity completely, not after her unexpected gift. Yet he knew of better things to do than to jaunt down memory lane.

Twisting, she looked up at him in anticipation. "How long until we can do it again?"

"Right now, baby. We can do it again right now."

Her mouth fell open before a wry smile turned up her lips and added a glow to her beauty. "Can I be on top this time?"

He grinned at the spark of desire in her eyes. A rarity for him, but he couldn't hold back after seeing the building excitement and anticipation written clearly on her face.

"Whatever you want. I'm all yours."

Like a kid on Christmas morning, Josie's bubbly eagerness overflowed as she flipped over, pushed him hard to his back. Making a beeline for the bedside table, she pulled out a foil wrapper, then crawled back over to climb on like she would a thoroughbred stallion right before the Kentucky Derby.

Once she caught her balance, she looked down, tore open the package, and held the round object up for inspection. "I might need some help. I've never put a condom on before."

"A day of firsts." He leaned back into the plush padding and enjoyed the view. Wrapping his fingers around the base of his erection, he enjoyed the sway of her breasts as she leaned over long enough to perfect her balance. "Center the rubber over my tip." When she complied, he bit back a groan. Her hands simply felt way too good on his aroused flesh. "Then roll down."

Josie's brows furrowed as she concentrated on the task. "It's kind of tight." Persistently, she wrapped her fingers around the material and shoved slowly downward.

His hips bucked. "It's supposed to be." The words gritted out between his clenched teeth. Who knew simply sliding on a condom could be so damn stimulating?

"Maybe so, but you might consider going up a size," she commented as she finished unrolling the object.

"It's an extra-large condom."

Her eyes met his. "Oh." Then dropped to the proof of his high arousal. "Oh my."

His lips twitched at her words even as his ego swelled. His long dormant sense of humor eased out of hibernation. So far, sex proved a refreshing experience for him. Josie made it that way. Her innocent caresses, the awe, amazement, and pleasure painted on her expressive face. The glimmer of excitement in her green eyes when she discovered something new. She introduced fun and true appreciation into a once almost methodical, jaded act for him.

Josie licked her lips and rubbed her fingers over the poofed out tip of the condom in avid curiosity, then ran them the length of his now covered erection.

He couldn't hold back a grin.

When her hand butted into his, he nodded. Stuffing a pillow under his head and back, Ghost used one hand on her hip as a guide, the other grasped his full cock and lined up their bodies.

"Come here."

She inched closer, her legs spread wide as she straddled his body. The position opened her folds, allowing him easy access to her honey pot along with an exquisite view of pink flesh glistening with sultry dew. His mouth went dry as his libido reached an all-time high.

She had the right idea, just needed a bit of fine tuning. "Slide down."

Almost cautiously, she lowered her body, biting her lip and stopping about halfway down. "You feel bigger this way."

He felt her tight heat welcome him with a snug hug, clenching and shifting with each movement of her pelvis. With steely determination, he clamped down on his raging libido and tightened the reins of his control. More than likely she was already tender, but the newness of the activity and her enjoyment made her push the small issue aside. He'd pull out and walk away now before letting his needs run free into a hard, fast session. Yet at the same time, wild horses couldn't drag him away from her beautiful and giving body, not when she so clearly wanted him again.

"Slow and easy, baby."

Guiding her movements, he only allowed her to rise a few inches before tightening his grasp and pulling her back down. After a couple of strokes, she caught onto the lazy rhythm.

Ghost kept one hand on her hip and slid his other to the place where their bodies met. He explored her inner thigh, trailed his fingers higher, then brushed the tips across her hard clit.

Josie gasped and lowered with more power.

"Right there?" He knew the sensitive spot held the key to her orgasm and played the area like a priceless violin, strumming back and forth, gently, letting her catch fire and begin to burn.

"Yesssss." She would have increased the pace, but his grip limited her depth and speed.

Each movement caused her tight channel to rub against his aching tool, squeezing and molding as heat engulfed him. The heady sensation tested his control greatly. Sucking in a breath, he focused on Josie, urged her higher and closer to the pinnacle she sought.

With tenderness, he plucked at the taut nubbin, watched Josie's face contort. She slammed back on his body and ground against him.

Recognizing she sat on the very edge, Ghost pressed his thumb against her clit and rotated. One more caress, then another circle before her body tautened. A few seconds later, she threw her head back with an inarticulate cry as her body clenched below in rhythmic ripples, each one sucking at his erection, the tight milking motions plummeting him over the edge with her while pulling every drop of semen from his tightly drawn up balls.

By the time he caught his breath, Josie lay across his chest, their bodies still joined in a way as old as time. He pushed the hair out of her face and placed a butterfly kiss to her forehead.

The words lodged in his throat. As much as he wanted to say how much her virginity meant to him, how much she meant to him, he couldn't force them past his lips. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzled her cheek, and soaked in the realization that he cared for Josie more than he had cared for anyone in a long time.

Chapter 40

He slept like a log, unusual for him. Would have slept longer except gentle fingers kept brushing across his most sensitive areas. Lying mostly on his stomach, he felt Josie caress his rear, then slide down between his splayed legs. Cracking one eyelid open, he spied her staring at his body as if transfixed with inquisitiveness. Even as he watched, she cupped his scrotum and ever so lightly rolled the balls between her fingers.

"Fascinating." She repeated the motion, then glanced up. "Do you like that?"

He moaned low, thoroughly enjoying her open curiosity this morning. He'd been with several women before, but none made him feel like a living Adonis with a look, or caressed him like a priceless treasure.

And none of them had ever been enthralled with his balls before. Leave it to Josie.

"Hmm. I think you like it." She released her discovery only to trace the area with the tips of her fingers. "Definitely interesting."

His cock went granite hard in an instant. Between her tender petting, the look of admiration on her face, and her delicious naked body right next to his, he hit full fledged arousal in record time. Flipping over, he sidled closer to her sitting position. Reaching out, he molded her breast, tweaking a raspberry nipple into tautness.