Charmed Spirits by Carrie Ann Ryan

those ridges on his abs that begged for her tongue. She leaned
forward and kissed the place right above his heart. It beat strong, alive,
reminding her that he was here and not a true ghost.
    He
brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and tilted her head up. She looked into
his blue eyes and sighed. He kissed her again, this time unclasping her bra
when he did so. Her breasts fell, heavy, needy. He groaned and rolled both
nipples with his fingers. Her pussy clenched at his attention, and she scooted
to the edge of the table so she could get closer.
    “Greedy.”
    “Shut
up and fuck me.”
    He
chuckled deeply. “Anything you want, baby.”
    He
sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down. She closed her eyes and held back
a scream. God, she’d almost come on the spot, and he hadn’t even touched her
more than a few kisses here and there.
    He
traced a hand down her stomach and cupped her core. “You’re wet, aren’t you?”
he said once he pulled back, his thumb riding the ridge of her jeans, rasping against
her clit.
    “Yes,
damn it, yes. Please, Matt.”
    “Oh,
I like it when you beg.”
    “I
hate you.”
    “I
know; that’s why this is fun.”
    “Please,
Matt.”
    “There
you go with the begging again.” He unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper
but didn’t touch her. “I think I should go slower.”
    “I
think if you do, I’ll have to take care of things myself.”
    He groaned.
“You know, you’ll have to make yourself come for me one day. But right now, I
want a taste.”
    She
smiled and lifted her hips as he took off her jeans and panties in one fluid
motion. “Have at it.”
    He
didn’t say anything, his gaze on her shaved pussy.
    “Matt?”
She tried to close her legs, feeling self-conscious.
    He
gripped her knees and spread her. “Don’t move. I’m memorizing to make sure I
won’t forget.”
    “Matt…”
They were going too slow for her; she needed him. Now. She slid a hand down her
stomach and flicked her clit.
    “Fuck,
Jordan.”
    He
knelt between her legs and licked where she touched, her hips bucking toward
his face. He moved her hand so he could get better access, and she shook. He
traced her folds with his tongue, his fingers following the path, dipping into
her core, and then teasing her clit. Her body felt heavy, needy, and she leaned
back on one elbow and used her other hand to play with her nipple.
    “Yeah,
play with yourself, baby; that’s fucking hot.”
    She
smiled and closed her eyes, the sensations too much for her.
    “No,
keep your eyes open. Watch while I eat you.”
    She
opened them and stared at his dark hair between her pale legs. He sucked,
licked, probed, and she rocked. His fingernail scraped against her clit, and
she stiffened then came against his face, his name on her lips as she fell onto
the table.
    She
tried to catch her breath, her body warm and tingly, and her magic radiating
from her with pleasure. The little balls of light flickered in tiny fireworks
and warmth spread through her. Matt gripped her hips again, and she stared at
him. He’d stripped down, his cock hard, thick, and pressed against her pussy.
    “Ready,
baby?”
    She
nodded, unable to speak. He shifted forward, the tip of his cock sliding
between her folds. Fuck, he was big. Bigger than any of the other men she’d
dated, yet perfect for her. She watched as he slowly slid into her one inch at
a time, her pussy clenching around him as he did so.
    When
he’d buried himself to the hilt, she moaned. She felt too full, too…everything.
She felt like she was on fire, yet shivered. His fingers dug into her hips as
he seemed to fight for control.
    “Are
you okay, baby? Am I hurting you?”
    She
shook her head, unable to speak.
    “We’ll
go slow, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
    She
shook her head again. “No, make it fast. You won’t hurt me. I trust you.”
    He groaned
and pulled back, her core contracting as he moved. He smiled then rammed into
her, his balls slapping against her. She