Chapter 25 Jasmine #2
I answered him with a whimper as my head fell back against the wall again.
No one had ever touched that part of me before. Honestly, I never had a passion to, either. But when he rimmed that digit of his around my tight, puckered hole, there was an unfamiliar need that built up within me.
“Yes,” I practically moaned out.
“There’s a good little firefly for me,” he mumbled against my dripping wet pussy.
He sank a finger into my ass up to the first knuckle, and I saw stars.
I rocked against him, hearing him slurp me up as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me.
I felt something building. Something big.
Something great. It shoved every thought out of my mind just to make room for itself, and for a while, the rest of the world didn’t exist.
“Ghost. Ghost. Ghost. Ghost.”
“That’s it, chant my name,” he growled as he crooked his fingers.
The schlepping sounds coming from between my legs rose me to a pinnacle I’d never been able to reach.
Gone was the world. Gone were my insecurities.
And in its place was an orgasm so powerful that I was honestly scared of it.
I held back as much as I could. Tampered it down to something a little more familiar.
But when he latched his lips onto my clit and sucked, his tongue lashing quickly against its swollen tip, I flew over the edge.
“Oh my God!” I cried out.
He growled as he scooped up my other leg, tossing it over his shoulder.
The only thing holding me up was his body as he pressed me against the shower wall, my body unraveling for him.
I shook with fury. I moaned out a sound that sounded more alien than human.
My hands buried themselves into his hair as he continued his steady rhythm, my juices spraying out against him like his own personal shower.
Never in my life had I orgasmed that hard before.
But when I collapsed against the shower wall, he kept going.
“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait—”
“No,” he growled. “You’ve got one more in there. I know you do. I want it.”
He sounded like a beast. “So sensitive. Ghost. Please.”
His lips popped away from my pussy before he sank another finger inside of me. He was everywhere. Invading everything. And it was too much.
Not enough.
Too much.
Not enough.
I didn’t know anymore.
All I knew was that I never wanted to stop feeling like this.
“That’s it, my little firefly,” he growled as he slurped down my arousal, “give me my breakfast.”
Electricity roared through my body and blood pounded through my ears.
All I knew was him. All I felt was him. And when his tongue sent me soaring over the edge for yet another orgasm, I heard him drinking me down.
Gush after gush pumped out of me, drenching his face while I rode him off into the sunset.
Sunrise.
Sun…something.
Until the world spun around me at a million miles an hour on its own axis.
“Oh, Gee,” I whispered desperately.
I collapsed.
“Whoooa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said as he finagled my legs off his shoulders and caught me in his arms just as he stood. “I gotcha. I gotcha. You’re good.”
My body shivered with the aftershocks of the orgasms he gave me. I wanted to say something. Anything. Thank him. Praise him. I wanted to tell him to give me a minute and I’d go right back down on him. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel him come apart like that. I wanted more of his growls.
More of his sounds.
More of his… everything.
“Ghost,” I whimpered out in a hoarse voice.
Fuck, how loud was I?
“Sssshhh,” he cooed softly as he carried my dripping wet body out of the bathroom. “Let’s just focus on getting you dried off.”
He perched me on the edge of his bed long enough to dry me off from head to toe. He took his time, squeezing out my hair. Running the towel over my back. Getting into all of the nooks and crannies that my body had, just to make sure I was dried off and comfortable.
He tucked me back in without bothering to offer clothes.
I didn’t care, though.
I heard clothes shuffling around and peeked over to see him getting changed. It felt wrong to watch him, so I averted my eyes. But when I heard him heading toward the bedroom door instead of back to me, I whimpered out softly.
“You can’t lay down with me?”
I hated how pathetic my voice sounded.
“There’s a meeting soon,” he said as I heard his door open, “I have to attend it.”
“Actually,” Ranger said as he came soaring by the room, “you’re exempt from this church meeting. Cap wants you to take care of her. I’ll fill you in once we’re done.”
For a while, the only thing that was heard were Ranger’s cadenced footfalls as he gravitated away from us. He walked with a slight limp. Or maybe a slight swagger? I wasn’t sure which one it was. But when I heard the door click closed, I whimpered as I looked over, expecting to see an empty room.
Instead, however, I found Ghost already making his way back toward me.
“Well in that case,” he said as he crawled into bed and hauled his arm around me.
I giggled as he pulled me close, so I wiggled back against him a bit. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
His breath tickled the shell of my ear. “Thanks for staying.”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, unless it was expected of me. I hope you know that, firefly.”
And as I laid there, wrapping up in his tight embrace, I realized something.
For the first time in my life, I genuinely felt safe.