Loving a Ghost
Backstory: the husband of MC recently passed away. This is her experience in the dead of night, with the ghost of his memory.
Her eyes fluttered open in the dark, still heavy with sleep. She inhaled deeply, releasing the breath in a long sigh. It had been such a good dream... she smiled as it came back to her, and her hand moved slowly down her body to her most intimate region. It was good she slept naked - this was no time for clothes.
Her breath quickened and a soft moan escaped her parted lips. She started suddenly when she felt his lips on her neck, her eyes flashing open, but they drifted shut again as a smile crossed her features. “Mmmmm,” she said, turning her head to give him better access.
After a moment he stroked her face, turning her head to face him. He moved his hand downward as their lips met, caressing and massaging her breast before sliding it over her stomach and ever lower... she moaned against his mouth when his hand replaced hers, moving her now-free hand to clutch at him and deepen the kiss.
It wasn’t long before her hips were rising to meet the strokes of his fingers, and she moaned again when he broke the kiss and moved his head down to her breast. Her fingers snaked through his hair and her breathing hitched, lost in the sensations her lover was providing. “Oh... don’t stop.” He smiled, her nippled pressed gently between his teeth, and obliged her command.
How long they were there was lost on her; time ceased to exist. The intensity of their actions was all that mattered, and intensity increased to something beyond words as her climax took her. “Ooohhh YES!” she shouted, her hips raising one last time as her body began to shudder almost violently.
It was several moments before her breathing slowed. Once it did, she opened her eyes to look and smile upon her lover.
Her gaze was met with nothing but darkness.
Her brow furrowed, confused. Then reality crashed over her.
Her breathing hitched again, this time for a completely different reason. She stared up through the darkness at the ceiling, willing the tears not to come, but it was a battle she knew she’d never win. Pain gripped her heart like a vice, and she let out a cry that sounded almost inhuman. “Nooo,” she cried, rolling to her side. Burying her face into her pillow, she screamed the word again. The next scream was nothing more or less than raw grief demanding form.
Clutching the pillow to her face with both arms, she curled into the fetal position and let her sobs come.
Her eyes fluttered open in the dark, still heavy with sleep. She inhaled deeply, releasing the breath in a long sigh. It had been such a good dream... she smiled as it came back to her, and her hand moved slowly down her body to her most intimate region. It was good she slept naked - this was no time for clothes.
Her breath quickened and a soft moan escaped her parted lips. She started suddenly when she felt his lips on her neck, her eyes flashing open, but they drifted shut again as a smile crossed her features. “Mmmmm,” she said, turning her head to give him better access.
After a moment he stroked her face, turning her head to face him. He moved his hand downward as their lips met, caressing and massaging her breast before sliding it over her stomach and ever lower... she moaned against his mouth when his hand replaced hers, moving her now-free hand to clutch at him and deepen the kiss.
It wasn’t long before her hips were rising to meet the strokes of his fingers, and she moaned again when he broke the kiss and moved his head down to her breast. Her fingers snaked through his hair and her breathing hitched, lost in the sensations her lover was providing. “Oh... don’t stop.” He smiled, her nippled pressed gently between his teeth, and obliged her command.
How long they were there was lost on her; time ceased to exist. The intensity of their actions was all that mattered, and intensity increased to something beyond words as her climax took her. “Ooohhh YES!” she shouted, her hips raising one last time as her body began to shudder almost violently.
It was several moments before her breathing slowed. Once it did, she opened her eyes to look and smile upon her lover.
Her gaze was met with nothing but darkness.
Her brow furrowed, confused. Then reality crashed over her.
Her breathing hitched again, this time for a completely different reason. She stared up through the darkness at the ceiling, willing the tears not to come, but it was a battle she knew she’d never win. Pain gripped her heart like a vice, and she let out a cry that sounded almost inhuman. “Nooo,” she cried, rolling to her side. Burying her face into her pillow, she screamed the word again. The next scream was nothing more or less than raw grief demanding form.
Clutching the pillow to her face with both arms, she curled into the fetal position and let her sobs come.
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