Chapter 82

Sam felt Evie's disappointed wail as much as he heard it in his mind.
"Aww, sweetie, don't cry. I'm right here, and we'll pick up tomorrow where we left off."
But it felt so good, she told him. I ache, Sam. I didn't even know I could when I'm ethereal. But I hurt between my legs. It feels so empty.
"I know. I hurt too, believe me." He settled back on the bed and absently rubbed his thick erection with one hand while he licked the fingers of his other. Was he tasting her? "Tomorrow's another day. And yes, I'm licking your cream from my fingers. You taste like heaven. One night I'm going to lick your sweet pussy until you come, screaming my name. Tonight, we'll just have to take care of ourselves, won't we?"
Evie didn't want to, but she needed that release she'd found the night before. She reached down between her legs and was stunned to find she was still clad in only her undergarments.
"I assumed so since your dress is still over on that chair," Sam said with a chuckle. "So you get to walk around in your undies all night and all day. You'll be primed and ready for me when you solidify tomorrow, won't you?" He shoved down his trousers and reached for his cock, which stood erect and flushed dark with his arousal. "Are you touching yourself, Evie? Fingering your wet pussy lips or playing with your clit?"
Yes. She rubbed her finger against her swollen clitoris but kept her gaze on Sam as his long fingers curled around his penis and stroked. Another pearly droplet emerged from the tiny slit at the tip, and Evie longed to lean over and lick it from him.
Sam groaned. "Remember that tomorrow. Right now, just tell me what you're doing to yourself."
Sliding a finger into my...pussy. The sex words were still odd to say, or even think, though doing so made her tingle. She loved hearing them from Sam's lips, so she assumed he felt the same.
"Is it wet? Tight?" He gripped himself harder and increased the speed of his strokes. "I'll bet you're so snug it will feel like heaven when I'm inside you."
You're so large - even compared to my fingers. She flicked her nub with her thumb while working her finger in and out of her cunt. But yes, my drawers are soaked and my breasts ache for your mouth.
"Oh honey, I can't wait to taste them some more. And more of that thick cream you make when I touch you. Your responsive body is such a turn-on."
Evie pinched hard on her nipple as she thrust a second finger into her core. Sam! Yes!
"Oh Evie." She opened her eyes just in time to see his semen jet out over his belly and chest. "See what you do to me, you little witch?"
Evie was too overwhelmed to even speak mentally. She lay there, her body twitching, even though it shouldn't be able to. She rested her head on Sam's chest and swore she could almost feel his warmth.
"Are you lying on me, Evie? It feels like you are." He placed his hand right where her shoulder rested and she could have sworn she felt him toying with her hair. "I think the psychic link between us is getting stronger. I can almost feel you, even after you've faded."
I'm here, Sam. I - I can feel you too, at least a little. She wondered if he knew how amazing that was.
Everything about you is amazing, beautiful one. He didn't speak aloud, but she heard him just as clearly. "Now, how about joining me in the shower?"
The next day, Evie talked to Sam while he painted the downstairs bathroom and hall. She told him stories of the previous occupants of the house and laughed over Ghengis' antics. They sang together, some of the songs she'd learned over the years, everything from ragtime to rock and roll. Through it all, anticipation simmered between them.
Forty-five minutes tonight.
Evie found herself becoming more and more anxious as the day wore on. What would he do tonight? All he'd said was they weren't going all the way, not with less than an hour. Then he grinned and admitted he did have something special planned, something he was sure she would enjoy.
Before she could probe his thoughts any further, he'd left her to go to the grocery store. In a typically thoughtful gesture, Sam had left the television on while he was gone, this time setting her up to watch a lively romantic comedy. Evie enjoyed the movie, though it was difficult to concentrate. All she could think of was Sam.
He was doing so much for her.She wanted to give him something in return. But what? There was so little she could do while ethereal. And while she was solid - all they did was touch. She racked her brain, trying to think of an appropriate gift. Ghengis, the floppy-eared pup, whined in his crate, so Evie walked over to sit beside him, reaching through the wire to scratch his velvety fur.
He seemed to sense her, and he settled, rubbing against the place where her hand would be.
She began to hum, making up a little tune, something she'd often done for her brother's children while she lived. Soon she added words, about a playful black dog and the adventures he would have. Ghengis licked at her hand, almost as if he heard.
How she'd missed singing - for some reason, it had never occurred to her as a ghost, other than humming along when one of the residents of the house had played a record or the radio. During her lifetime, music had been one of her greatest joys. Her fingers itched to play her mother's piano one more time. Too bad Sam didn't have one - although he did have a small electronic keyboard that connected to his computer.
And then she smiled. She knew exactly what lasting gift she could leave Sam.
It would be a memory he could keep, and he would know that in her heart, she would always be with him.