“Right,” I hear myself rasping, wondering again if she’s turned on or off by all this.
I mechanically move to walk past her, to get her bag from her car when I feel the lightness of her touch on my arm.
We both make a small sound, mine a low groan, and hers a kind of squeak as we feel the spark between us as part of our bodies finally touch.
“You’re not really a ghost, are you?” she asks, shivering a breath in as I fight not to grab hold of her and pull her to me.
“No, not a ghost,” I remind myself aloud, noting her cocked brow and sly smile as her own eyes move south, registering again the growing bulge in my pants.
I pause a second, enjoying her grip on me a little longer. “Don’t be long. I’m a little on edge,” she confesses, making my lip curl with satisfaction.
“You don’t have to worry anymore,” I assure her, eager to get her bags and secure her car so I can enjoy her company properly.
So I can claim her properly.
First things first, Tiger, make sure she’s comfortable and maybe get to know her a little?
I groan once outside, the noise of the wind and rain canceling out my own arguments with myself.
I want her. I need her. But I have to know that she wants me too.
The picture of her in that outfit again in my mind, her thick form underneath, those stiff nipples just aching to be sucked…
I retrieve her suitcase, laptop, and a smaller bag before shutting off the car’s headlights and locking it. Making sure I pocket the keys.
One way I can keep us both here a little longer.
There’s a sudden noise from inside the house, followed by her scream.
Lois!
In three long strides I’m back inside the house, my whole body tensed and ready for anything. I practically collide with her before I can ask what’s wrong.
The banging sound from the basement, along with a sudden draft of cold air tells me in an instant what startled her.
I drop her bags and rest her laptop on a low table, taking both her elbows in my hands.
“You’re shivering. Get over here by the fire, get warm,” I order her, using the slightest pressure to guide her over to the fireplace, feeling her jump again as the front door slams as the storm kicks up a notch outside.
“It’s an old house,” I tell her. “A lot of noises and creaking, but no ghosts, I promise.”
“How do you really know I’m a reporter?” she asks, catching me off guard a little.
“I know reporters when I see ‘em,” I tell her. “Now get by the fire, warm yourself up, you must be freezing.”
I position her right next to the grate, but I find my hands not wanting to let go of her, the feeling between us is what’s making her shiver, not her fear or any cold.
“What if I was just…” she starts to say, but trails off, and I feel my hands gripping her elbows tighter now, drawing her closer to me as she looks up.
“What if you were what?” I ask her, already knowing the answer because it’s the only question that’s been circling in my own mind since I saw her.
What if I was just a man and you were just a woman who’d finally found each other, even for just a moment?
Her eyes are almost pleading, her breath like mine, heaving until we’re both almost panting. I can feel the strength of her pulse pounding through her body, which is flushed with a heat no fire can give it.
She’s mine. I just have to claim her.
She opens her trembling lips to speak, but I shake my head.
“Just tell me you want this,” is all I can manage, praying, hoping she’ll nod.
God! Praying she’ll say yes. Just a kiss at least, we can work things from there.
Just let me know you want me.
Her chest pressing into me as she yields her body to mine is all it takes. The little stabbing nod and mewing sound she makes are quickly drowned out.
My mouth, open, and hot against hers as we both groan with a relief only lovers could ever share.
In a single moment, every ounce of control, doubt, and concern is gone.
A huge crackle of thunder right over the house shakes every pane and pillar, every timber in the place rattles with violence as a sheet of white light fills the space between our open eyes.
Our lips finally joined, her mouth giving back what mine has to offer.
A piece of me breaks away inside, silent now. Knowing she’s here.
She’s finally here.
I can breathe now.
Chapter Seven
Lois
I only hope I’m doing this right once we both finally take a breath.
His hands on my arms were enough, but his lips on mine, his mouth open as mine replies…
I’m glad his hands are on me, holding me up now as I feel myself melting under his kiss.
I want more though. My body needs more.
The same dream that brought me here, the same dream that holds me to him, reaches for more of his body.
He’s so hard, so strong.
His whole body is so hard, stiff but soft at the same time and my hands want to touch him, everywhere.
“Blake…” I try to tell him something, words I can’t even make in my mind when he’s so close to me like this.
It’s everything I’ve dreamed of and more, much more.
A real man, holding me like I’ve always wanted to be held.
Firm but soft, insistent but yielding. I know he wants me but he’s waiting for me at the same time.
Is there such a thing as love at first sight? Love at first kiss?
“We can go slow… but I don’t think we can stop this now,” he murmurs in my ear, holding me to his lips but I feel my head shaking.
“I don’t wanna go slow… I just…” I try to use my word again, but it’s useless, his body draws mine into him like a giant cloud, making me melt past the sounds of the old house, the storm… the memory of my old life.
A new life is starting now, I just know it.
Like being born again.
Blake is pressing into me, and I feel myself walking backward, trying to imagine a chair under all those white sheets.
Something he can lay me on.
His low, assuring sounds let me know he has me, and the situation well in hand, and in a moment, I’m laid back on a rich and thick feeling leather couch.
Blake’s huge hands toss the heavy cotton draping over it to one side, giving us both a smooth and sumptuous arena to keep exploring each other in.
“I’m all wet,” I hear myself saying softly.
“I know,” he replies, and I feel the release of my skirt, tearing under his firm grip as I lift my legs to wrap around his shoulders. His whole body working perfectly to position mine on the couch so he can pleasure me.
A few hours ago I would have doubted everything, but with Blake’s firm hands on my body, they tell me what I’ve been longing to hear my whole life.
He’s here, he’s real and he wants me.
All my self-doubt, all my hang-ups just seem to evaporate under him. He’s like the heat my wetness needs turning it to steam.
Evaporating.
There’s something, like feeling at home with Blake, the manly ‘ghost’ I’ve just met and fallen for in an instant.
Something about this big old house, his huge frame shielding mine from the storm, like the house itself.
Solid, strong, and protective.
I shudder as his hands run up the inside of my thighs, pressing them gently but firmly further apart as I sense my own essence rising up and filling the air.
He inhales deeply, lowering his face over my mound just enough so his days’ old stubble scratches at my smooth skin, making me shiver all over again.
“Just perfect,” he growls to himself, taking his time to let me know he likes what he sees as much as he can’t wait to help himself to what I have.
I hear myself whimpering. Writhing under his strong hands.
A n
eedful sound now, I can feel my whole body quivering in anticipation, longing for his mouth on me now, a stronger need than having his mouth on mine just moments ago.
Without knowing how or even caring that I’m completely naked now, Blake pulls away from me long enough to pull his own shirt off in one smooth motion.
The singular sight of his huge, tanned, and muscular frame as it flexes its way back towards me is enough to make me reach for him, gripping at his rock hard neck and shoulders as I press him urgently down onto me.
We both moan as soon as his lips touch me. His deep groans echoing through me, right up inside me, while his expert hands and then tongue along with his mouth begin to penetrate me.
Awaken me.
“Tell me this is mine. Tell me you want to give this to me,” he says slowly, lifting his mouth from me just long enough to ask, to command.
My head is pumping so fast, and I feel something inside me about to burst. I can’t even get the words out, only another sound that matches the thrusting of my hips as I bury myself in his face again in answer.
His low sounds, grunts, and groans tell me he’s satisfied, that he’s found his prize and needs only to claim it properly.
I’ve never felt anything like this in my whole life.
It’s almost scary how good I feel, how powerful the effect Blake has on my body and my feelings, all from touching me down there like this.
My mind swims with the idea again, that maybe he really is a ghost, that none of this could possibly be real. But as soon as I feel the heat rising up inside me, working its way down to his mouth, I know it’s real.
His hands’ sense as much as the rest of him, and they move to cup my ass, lifting it as though I weigh nothing as he kneads and squeezes my cheeks in time with his increased frenzy as he works my clit and twitching hole with his hot, smooth tongue.
“It’s yours,” I gasp, gripping his thick hair with both hands. “I’m yours,” I whine, feeling my whole body stiffen as he murmurs with a pleasing sound, taking more of me into his mouth than before, drinking from me as I shudder with the first climax I’m to have at his command.
Chapter Eight
Blake
Team appointed lawyers always told us in no uncertain terms to be specific when it came to our own terms of contract.
I learned a lot from them, and once Lois tells me she’s mine, I vow to hold her to that.
In the best possible way.
Its music to my ears to hear her tell me she wants to giver herself to me, all of her.
But I have to admit, I’m kinda lost in the magical moment of her finally coming in my mouth.
I realize I could literally drink from Lois all day, all night if need be, telling myself that’s the best way to weather any storm.
But she’s trying to tell me something.
I’m so lost in trying to pleasure her some more, get her to her next happy place, that I almost miss her trying to tell me before she literally tugs at my hair.
I move up to her sweet face, kissing her with a devilish grin on mine as I savor her taste mixed in her mouth as it blends with mine.
My own hardness is beyond comprehension now. My own needs are nothing though, nothing compared to the sweetness of her.
I want nothing more than to bury myself balls deep inside her, but I know now we have nothing but time. And she is mine now after all, almost…
“What is it?” I ask her, suddenly feeling her tension, her frustrated look registering with me and followed by her eyes looking past me.
Not something I’m a fan of.
She sighs, looking up and then away again.
“I’m a virgin, okay! I’ve never done, anything, nothing like this!” she exclaims.
I feel my own brow cock, and my member stiffens by an even further degree if that’s at all possible.
Shaking my head a little, I notice her pulling away slowly and moving her hands from me, but I take them gently in mine.
Kissing them, and then her.
“I couldn’t have asked for better news,” I tell her, smiling. “That just means you’ll be mine and mine alone. I’ll be your first and you’ll be mine, all mine!” I tell her again triumphantly.
“You don’t mind?” she asks. “I mean, a guy like you, you could have any girl you want… with some experience… some mileage,” she adds, and I can’t help but laugh gently, reassuring her with another kiss that I truly don’t mind at all.
Far from it.
The howling wind and rain against the house, followed by another bark of deafening thunder brings us both back to the moment, to our surroundings.
“Do you wish we were someplace else?” I ask her, thinking maybe this isn’t the most romantic place for her first time.
She shakes her head quickly, and I feel her body gripping mine again.
Relieved.
“Oh no. You’re not going anywhere, mister.” She informs me, and I feel a new warmth rush from my chest all the way down to my groin.
“I just wanted to be upfront, in case you were expecting some sex goddess, that’s all.”
“You really are just perfect,” I tell her again, and I kiss her deeply, tasting her again and wanting her again.
I have to get my pants off if only to stop from crying out as my aching hardness strains against them.
I watch Lois’s eyes grow wider as I strip fully in front of her before resuming my position between her open legs, her breath gone again.
I hear her swear something under her breath and flush bright red, she looks shocked and I wonder for a minute if it’s too much too soon.
Until I feel her hands working their way down my abs, reaching for my length, her cool thumb tracing the bead of precome as her fingers grip me, slowly starting to push her hand back and forth.
I want to tell her the first thing that comes to my mind, the first thing that leaps into my brain…
But like so much of today, it feels like too much too soon.
Maybe.
The fire cracks and then pops, making us both jump as we realize the sudden silence in the whole house.
It’s still raining out, but the wind has died down and I could guess the storm has passed for now.
“Who’s acting shy now?” she half-teases me, catching me torn between wanting to fill her up with my seed and just wanting to watch her like this. To hold her by the firelight, listening to her talk about anything.
“Not shy.” I correct her. “Just wanted to make sure you’re okay… with all this. I don’t want to rush you. I only just met you really. But-” I add, the glowing look in my eyes telling her, along with the hot length in her hands, just how badly I really do need to be inside her.
I can see a little hesitation in her eyes, past the bravado.
I see myself, stepping up to the plate at a televised game. All eyes on me, but I have to play it cool.
“We can just talk,” I tell her, waiting for her to nod after some thinking until I reach for a blanket.
I slide myself up next to her, welcoming her soft sigh of satisfaction as she wraps herself around me, under the blanket.
I’m mindful of her body so close to mine and make a point of flexing my member against her every now and then, just so she doesn’t forget it.
I like it because it makes her purr, and then finally laugh as she reaches for it again.
“I could sit like this forever,” she muses, and I have to agree.
“But?” I eventually ask, sensing she wants to say more.
“I just want to know the real Blake Barnes,” she says, making me swallow a dry gulp.
Realizing she knows more about me than I could ever know about her.
Making me almost panic before she nuzzles in closer, reminding me of her true intentions.
“Not for any story, just because I want to know,” she says, and I smile, kissing her hard on the lips as I feel another weight lift from me somewhere deep inside.
If I can tell anyone, I can tell Lois.
Chapter Nine
Lois
I’ve never been with anyone, let alone a real man.
A man like Blake Barnes?
In my dreams.
It’s too easy to tell myself something is wrong when I know everything is just oh so right.
He wants to claim me properly, sure. But he’s also a perfect gentleman.
Having him make me feel something I’ve never felt before, and then follow it up with just snuggling?
I think I have died and gone to heaven.
But I don’t want to talk about him, not for a story. Story be damned, for now.
The thought of Barbara, the poky little newspaper office, it all seems so far away right now, now that I’ve found Blake.
“So who is Blake Barnes?” I ask him. Looking at his face so our eyes meet, letting him know by pressing myself back against his constant hardness and poking my tongue out, that I don’t expect the usual stuff either.
I wanna get to know my man now. And I want him to get to know me too.
“Hungry?” he asks suddenly, looking almost undecided as he leans over and fishes for something out of sight. Changing the subject.
But I know what I want.
“What happened?” I ask, skipping a million steps, but really meaning, ‘what happened to make you want to disappear?’
“Why pretend to be a ghost… to die?” I finally ask, kicking myself for breaking the rules I just made for myself, but I guess I just can’t help it.
Feeling his chin nuzzle against my neck, then my head as he pulls me closer to him, I get the feeling he’s okay with me asking.
But I promise myself not to ask too many questions from now on.
Whatever I think I know about Blake Barnes, I tell myself to let him tell me the truth from now on.
“I took a fall for someone else on the team, years ago,” he says firmly. I can feel his eyes moving to the fire as he remembers.
“A star pitcher, I’d just signed on for a new multi-million dollar deal, out celebrating. I don’t even drink.”
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