“Ghost. Ghost. Ghost. Ghost.”
I rolled my hips to the timing of his name falling from my lips. The anxiety and hopelessness in my brain sizzled out whenI felt one of his fingers at my entrance. Wetness bloomed for him in between my thighs as he inserted a finger and crooked it.
I knew what he was trying to do.
“Oh God,” I choked out.
“Theeeere it is,” he growled.
He suckled on my clit and massaged that weak spot inside of me that I swore only my dildo could find. Somehow he managed to get us turned around, and my head had the ability to fall back against the shower wall. I rocked against him, his tongue leaving trails of heat all over my pussy.
I felt something extending back toward my asshole.
“Ghost?” I asked breathlessly. “I-I-I-I?—”
“Sssshhh,” he hushed against my pussy as his finger dipped in between my ass cheeks. “Just trust me.”
I answered him with a whimper as my head fell back against the wall again.
No one had ever touched that part of me before. Honestly, I never had a passion to, either. But when he rimmed that digit of his around my tight, puckered hole, there was an unfamiliar need that built up within me.
“Yes,” I practically moaned out.
“There’s a good little firefly for me,” he mumbled against my dripping wet pussy.
He sank a finger into my ass up to the first knuckle, and I saw stars. I rocked against him, hearing him slurp me up as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me. I felt something building. Something big. Something great. It shoved every thought out of my mind just to make room for itself, and for a while, the rest of the world didn’t exist.
“Ghost. Ghost. Ghost. Ghost.”
“That’s it, chant my name,” he growled as he crooked his fingers.
The schlepping sounds coming from between my legs rose me to a pinnacle I’d never been able to reach. Gone was the world. Gone were my insecurities. And in its place was an orgasm so powerful that I was honestly scared of it. I held back as much as I could. Tampered it down to something a little more familiar.
But when he latched his lips onto my clit and sucked, his tongue lashing quickly against its swollen tip, I flew over the edge.
“Oh my God!” I cried out.
He growled as he scooped up my other leg, tossing it over his shoulder. The only thing holding me up was his body as he pressed me against the shower wall, my body unraveling for him. I shook with fury. I moaned out a sound that sounded more alien than human. My hands buried themselves into his hair as he continued his steady rhythm, my juices spraying out against him like his own personal shower.
Never in my life had I orgasmed that hard before.
But when I collapsed against the shower wall, he kept going.
“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait—”
“No,” he growled. “You’ve got one more in there. I know you do. I want it.”
He sounded like a beast. “So sensitive. Ghost. Please.”
His lips popped away from my pussy before he sank another finger inside of me. He was everywhere. Invading everything. And it was too much.
Not enough.
Too much.
Not enough.
I didn’t know anymore.
