Chapter 84

Sam kissed his way down Evie's throat, pausing to suck at the graceful curve where her neck and shoulder met. He'd discovered in their brief session last night that she was sensitive there, so he lingered, arousing her to the point where her hands dug into his shoulders and her hips bucked against his. When he moved on, a small pink mark remained - he'd marked her, if only for a time. A thrill of possessive pride slithered up his spine, pushing any guilt aside.
"I don't mind," Evie said with a sultry drawl. "I may do the same to you."
Sam chuckled and nipped playfully at her shoulder. "You can do whatever you want, my sexy little ghost. I'll happily wear any mark you want to give me. Though I'll have to watch what I'm thinking - it's kind of weird having a lover who can read my mind."
"So don't think bad things," she teased, grinding her hips against his. For someone with no experience, she sure knew exactly what to do to drive him crazy. "And there won't be any trouble." Besides, it works both ways.
This is crazy. He did like being able to converse while his lips were busy. He trailed them down her throat to the valley between her breasts.
But you like crazy. He could hear the laughter in her thoughts, though it was broken off by an audible gasp when his tongue circled her nipple.
I like you, sweetheart. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue until she moaned. Crazy's just a bonus.
He held her there, switching breasts and driving her higher with fingers and mouth for several long minutes. Ever mindful of tonight's short time limit, he eased her legs apart and kissed his way down to her bellybutton, finally coming to his knees between her splayed legs. He gripped both thighs gently when she instinctively tried to squeeze them together and gazed down at her golden curls, glistening in the flickering light.
"So beautiful." He traced one finger along the crease of her sex. "All pink and pouty and so wet." He coated his fingertip with her juices then rubbed it against her erect clit, holding her labia apart with his other hand.
Evie gripped the sheets with both fists, her breath fast and shallow.
Sam had noticed that before - when she was solid, she breathed and had a heartbeat. It wasn't what he'd expected from a ghost, but he was deeply grateful that she was a fully functioning human, at least for a while. She cried out when he inserted one finger into her exquisitely tight sheath.
Fuck. He nearly came just from the sensation of her snug walls clenching down on his hand. Time to up the ante here. He lowered his head and breathed in the scent of her then licked along the seam of her slit, tasting the rich, creamy flavor of her. He lapped at her pussy while his finger stroked slowly in and out, her hips moving to match his rhythm. He followed her body's cues, increasing his speed when she seemed to need it, and finally moving his tongue up to strum her clit when her breathy gasps turned into broken whimpers.
Her muscles tightened, inside and out, her cunt clamping down on his finger even as her thighs pushed in against his sides. He added another finger, stretching her, and sucked hard on her distended clit. Let go, Evie. Come for me now.
She screamed loudly enough to rattle the walls. Her pussy gripped his digits like a fist, rippling around them and a fresh rush of cream coated his hand and chin. He licked her gently, prolonging her orgasm, until her body eased back against the mattress, sweaty and limp.
Wiping his chin with his forearm, Sam slid up the bed and kissed her hard and deep. He heard her shock when she tasted her own cum on his lips and felt the quiver of the aftershock that shuddered through her.
While they kissed, he slid his hand down to her pussy and began to massage her slowly, bringing her back to the brink of arousal. Then he lowered his head and caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked harder this time while he fucked her with his hand. This time Evie clutched his shoulders when she came, again, screaming out his name.
By now Sam was so hard he could barely breathe.
"Show me what to do," Evie said as she closed her hands around his heavy cock. "It's your turn, Sam." She began to stroke him in the same up-and-down motion he'd used to masturbate the last couple nights.
"You're a quick learner, sweetheart. Just like that." He groaned when she tightened her grip and increased her speed. With one hand on the back of her head, he pulled her face down to his and ravaged her mouth with his lips and tongue.
Between the taste of her, her musky and yet floral scent, and the feeling of her hand on his dick, it didn't take long. He arched his back, giving himself over to the sensations she evoked. Finally, this was more than his own hand and his imagination.
Sam had never been a screamer. But with Evie, he was different. He shouted her name as he came, stream after stream of hot come shooting across his belly and Evie's hand.
She sat up and gave him a smug smile. I did that.
You sure did, sweetie. He watched as she flicked some of his cum off her breast onto her finger and sucked it into her mouth. Her eyes widened at the taste, but she didn't say or even think anything negative. Instead she just reached down and rubbed another patch into the skin of her abdomen.
"You've marked me again, it seems." She giggled, the sound so lighthearted and carefree it filled Sam with pride. He'd pleased her, and not just physically.
"I'd say we're even. I'm pretty sure your nails drew blood on my back." Not that he cared, not even one little bit. Evie was welcome to claw up his skin anytime she felt like it. Sam would wear the wounds with pride. He glanced at the clock, noted that they had almost twenty minutes left. "Would you like to take a shower, or would you rather have something to eat?"
"Just a drink for now. I've worked up a thirst. And - perhaps a quick wash would be a good idea." She smoothed another small spot of semen into her skin then rubbed some more into the skin of Sam's belly. "I like the hair you have on your chest. And here." She traced the line down from his pecs to where it fanned out again above his cock.
Though he'd thought he was drained, his dick stirred again at her gentle touch. "Keep that up and you won't have time for a shower."