“You’re wrong,” he says with a lop-sided grin.
“Oh no, mister, I assure you. I signed the golden parchment at the pearly gates. Your hands are mine—”
“No, I have no doubt I am your sense of touch,” he says with the grin falling from his scarred features. “What I love most, I refuse to share. Now that I have you back, Alette, I’m never letting you go. I love you more than my miracle-working hands. It’s a boon to know you are confined to Haunted Health, because I imprisoned myself in here years ago. We will never be separated. I’ll be your hands, and you’ll be my heart…if you’ll have me.”
“Nothing will make me happier,” I say with a squeal as he twirls me around again.
Our kisses deepen as the gravity of what we’ve promised to one another hits us. I pour the love and devotion that brought me back from the dead into the passion between us. My purpose is to restore his faith in himself and the miracles surrounding him. The world would lose too many wonderful souls without his life-saving interventions for the heavens to ignore his lonely cries. It’s my pleasure and honor to be the light who helps him find the way. It was a no-brainer to sign away my eternity for a chance to be his guardian angel.
That doesn’t mean my behavior must be angelic. As my hands glide down his waist to cup his ass, I’m reminded that my purpose is to show him love, compassion, and connectionby any means I see fit,and that the pleasures of the flesh are asbeautifully ordained as sweet vows of chastity. Thank goodness for his control over my corporal form, so I can grind against the erection tenting his suit pants.
“I love how you look in a suit,” I say between feverish kisses. “But a funeral suit doesn’t fit this occasion quite like a birthday suit. I’ve been reborn today.”
With a wave of my hand, I bend the light around me, and my dress disappears. He growls against my lips and stoops down to grip my thighs. I part my legs as he lifts me from the ground to wrap them around his waist. My hands slip under his jacket, but I lack the strength to push it off his shoulders. He wiggles and struggles until it falls to the floor. I can open the buttons of his shirt, but his belt is too heavy.
“Don’t give up,” he says as he pants for breath. “We’ll figure this out.”
“I’m not worried when your brilliant mind is motivated,” I say with a laugh. “This problem is easy for someone like you.”
“Someone likeus, because we aren’t like everyone else, nor would I want to be,” he says, marching back to his desk with determined strides. I bounce to the left to sit astride his hip as he reaches with his right hand for the wall. He matches his elbow to a bend in the waterfall painting hanging at face height.
The wall shakes, then glides open to reveal a secret room.
“We’re monsters, you and I, so we have mystery and magic at our disposal,” he says with a laugh.
“I love it when you laugh. You sound so young and carefree,” I say as he dumps me onto a twin-sized bed. “Do you live here?”
“Yes, future Mrs. Stein,” he says, removing his belt and kicking off his pants. “This is our humble abode. I sold myapartment years ago when I quit returning to the human realm. Well, I still visit my folks for Saturday night dinner…but they will have to feed us here.”
“But I don’t eat!”
“That won’t stop my mother once she falls in love with you.”
“But I’m a ghost!”
“That’s a detail I must investigate,” he says with a growl.
I sink into the mattress as he pounces on me as if I still have my old body. I’m covered in kisses from my jaw to my cleavage. Squeezing my thighs, I test my ability to hold him, and I’m delighted when I can. I know exactly what I’m squeezing next. His breath stutters as I grip his shaft tightly. I pump him a few times to feel him plump to full mast.
“Be careful, or this won’t last as long as you want, my ghostly wench.”
“I don’t want it to last,” I reply, arching my back as he draws on my nipple. “I want you to explode with passion and desire for me. Don’t hold back, Frank. I want all of you—the monster and the man.”
“How did I get so lucky?” He rests his chin between my breasts to look up at me.
“Sacrifice,” I reply with a shrug. “The heavens watch you closely. You wouldn’t believe the crowd cheering you on from the great beyond. A huge spirit team aids you with gut feelings and miracles. You aren’t alone.”
“No, not anymore,” he says, nuzzling my breasts. “I have you. I love you, Alette.”
“I love you, Frank.” My brain is scrambled as he begins to pleasure my breasts with long draws and tiny flicks of his tongue.
I squirm as he pleasures me to the edge of reason before sliding down my ghostly body. My legs are thrown over his shoulders as he feasts between my thighs. I alternate locking my muscles around his head and forcing myself as wide as I can stretch. Then he does it. I don’t know what it is because I’m blinded by pleasure.
“Do that again!”
“This?” He traces his tongue along the left side of my clit, pressing it against my labia. He then repeats the same motion on the right, but it isn’t the same.
“Yes, yes, yes! On the left side! No, my left side!”
