Ghost Lover 

She stirred in her sleep, the light satin of the sheet still too much for her skin.  The night poured into her bedroom through the open window, sultry….dark.  A moan escaped her lips as though she dreamed the dreams of the sensual woman. 

He couldn’t take his eyes from her, his insubstantial form vibrating with lust. 

She stirred again, her arm coming up to cover her eyes.  He caught the glimpse of a perfect dark nipple as the sheet slipped from her form. Her breast lay softly on her chest in curved and simple loveliness.  He gazed at it and imagined his lips encircling it, sucking gently.  She arched slightly, as if responding in her sleep and moaned again.  

Amazed, he sought to prove the impossible thought he just had.  

He concentrated on the creamy skin at her throat.  He could taste her scent, the saltiness of her skin; his teeth grating lightly on her earlobe.  

She moved her head, her hand brushing her ear as though brushing aside a fly.  

He groaned in response.  He had never had the opportunity to find out about this talent before.  A specter for a long long time, he now realized the spirit link applied to thoughts.  

She groaned again and her eyes slowly opened, her mind foggy from sleep tried to take in the image beside her bed.  The man, eyes fixed on her, drew closer.  She closed her eyes, afraid, understanding that what she saw was a ghost.  She tried to swallow and could not. 

The woman got out of bed, eyes cast down, not wanting to see, her bare feet padding along the carpet to the bathroom.  She grabbed the glass from the sink and ran some cool water into it, gulping the liquid as though her life depended on it, her eyes avoiding the mirror. 

Finally, her thirst slaked, she raised her eyes to her reflection, shutting them quickly in secret shame. 

The spirit gazed at her, captured by her form.  Her skin seemed to glow in the faint light from the bathroom as she made her way back to her bed.  She settled in, the sheet resting lightly on her naked hips.  He felt himself drawn to her body, his thoughts focused on how her skin tasted as his tongue circled her nipple and traced across her shoulder, lightly, her resting form suddenly stiffening as she realized it was happening again.  

He drew a surge of energy and his thoughts pulled the sheet slowly down her body; her eyes that began with fear, now showed only the half-lidded gaze of lust.  

She felt her legs drawn open, pressure on her inner thighs causing her breath to catch in her throat, her body shivering as the touch kissed the skin of her breasts.  She knew at that moment that she no longer had control, her body was now her master.  

She felt his touch as completely as any mortal man. The whispered strokes across her belly drew lower on a slow course to her ecstasy.  A moan escaped her lips, her eyes glazed with her experience, her legs widening still further, as the phantom’s energy kissed her body in a way no human being ever had.  

Her body filled with his spectral touch, pushing deep, entering her in every way, stroking her, urging her body, teasing it.  

Her mind swam in disbelief, but her body responded with complete abandon.  The phantom pushed deep into her body, filling her with his essence….his being.  She gasped as she felt her body rush to orgasm, she cried out, not wanting this sweet, sensual assault to end.  Wave upon wave of indescribable passion swept through her. 

In the next moment, all stimulation stopped.  The phantom touch ceased, her quiet cry echoing in the shadows of her bedroom.  All was still. 

With a tortured moan, she pushed her hand down between her thighs, releasing herself from the final delicious torture of her lust.  Her body coated in sweat, she reached a climax so overwhelming that none in the past had ever compared.

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