Sex with a Ghost 1&2

Few minutes after, Peter appeared from the bathroom, ready for bed, stripped down to just boxers, water still dripping down his dark hair and hairless broad chest. His stomach lined with abs of steel. Muscles rippled across every part of his body; with strong arms, bold thighs and calves.

The only thing preventing her from seeing how big and scary he was down there were the pink boxers he had on. With just her eyes, she wants to take it down but pink is her favourite colour. What a coincidence?

Her mouth hangs open in surprise; she was unable to will her eyes to blink. He was like one of those white sculptures in Paris, chiselled in total and amazing perfection.

"I think someone likes my boxers," Peter said in a teasing tone between charming smiles.

She shook her head in a child-like manner "No, it's more about what is lying beneath!"

"Who thought you would be this nasty?" he said striking a post like those male models on the cover of a pure pleasure magazine - with one hand at the back of his head while the other slowing drawing down the boxers from one angle.

She didn't care if her eyes dried out like sand in the desert; there is no way she is going to blink and miss any of this. She remained in bed, stupefied, staring with passion and loss. Heaven would give anything right now including her salvation to have him inside of her, to have his lips on her nipples and hands firmly cupping her buttocks, squeezing it as hard as it goes.

Making judicious use of time, Peter kept dragging it down slowly, grinding slowly along, knowing full well the effect it was having on his victim. When the boxer finally came down, it did simultaneously with her jaws. The cock still gentle-looking was the perfect shape, big enough to drive her crazy and still allow her to walk back home.

Without thinking, in the most seductive of tones and mimicking John Legend, she said: "I need all of you…!"

"Then come get it," he said without taking his eyes off her. He knows right now, he is the one with the cassava and the knife.

Tardily, still, on her red panties and bra, she came down from the king-sized bed and knelt before him like someone about to take Holy Communion. She took the now raging and warm cock in her hand and just looked at it for a few seconds, studying it. She stroked it a few times cautiously and brought her face up close. She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes shining bright like a diamond in the sky.

She closed the distance between the rod and her perfect lips. Her lips closed, she moved her mouth side to side, rubbing his dick on her lips like wet lips. She stroked it a few more times with all seriousness and gave the very tip a gentle kiss. Opened her mouth and took it in. She bobbed at the tip for a few strokes before popping it back out, leaving a faint smear of pink lipstick on it.

With the very tip of her mouth, she sucked on it like a nursing baby from a baby bottle. Her tongue darting up and down across the opening in the tip, coupled with the sucking action, the massage of the shaft and her sheer beauty; it was mind-blowing for Peter who stood like C. Ronaldo, just enjoying the pleasure ride. His hands went reflexively to her head but didn't push her down on it. Instead, he just stroked her beautiful hair; running his fingers through it.

She inhaled deeply and took more of him in her mouth as far as she could go. Heaven had her tongue dancing the sensitive spot at the base of the head in an effort to expedite his orgasm but Peter quickly pulled his machine gun from her mouth, preventing the fireworks from going off on her face. Done firing, he helped her on her feet and they locked lips in a really deep kiss, with him lightly biting her lower lip.

"That was good right?" she asked.

"If you think that was good, wait until you feel this". He said and pushed her back on the bed.

She landed on her back and spread her legs wide open. Peter leaving his boxers behind moved in over her. Slowly, he pulled the bra cup from over her tits, exposing them to his naked eyes. Her tits were so firm that even gravity couldn't pull them down; her nipples stood hard and proud. He looked straight into her eyes and her entire body was writhing in anticipation of his touch.

Heaven ran her hands over his chest, while he watched her squirm with passion. Pretending to move in for a kiss, her mouth opened, ready to return it. But he changed cause and landed on her left nipple, latching onto it. She inhaled sharply and exhaled with the combination of a hiss and groan. The moment his mouth landed on her nipple, her hand was at the back of his head, she pulled him in tighter. Using her free hand to place his on her other breast; he began tweaking the other nipple. Her upper body calmed down a bit, but her hips picked up the slack; increasing in rocking up and down in circles. She wrapped her legs around his ass in an effort to pull him more into her. Her strength took him by surprise and he was using a lot of effort to hold back.