Chapter 12 Cait
Cait
We walked back inside, hand in hand, and she closed the balcony doors behind us. She stood before me, dropping her hand from mine and looking away.
“We need to talk,” I said, quietly. Her violet eyes met mine and I switched to sign language. We can talk like this.
I’m sorry, she gestured.
No, no. You have nothing to apologize for. I just want to ask you why? Why did you save me? Why did you kill him?
He mistreated you, she said simply. I watched him and I watched you, too.
You weren’t safe with him. She wasn’t wrong but things just got all the more complicated for this trip.
I had only hoped to scare him in equal measure, but his death didn’t cause me any guilt.
I was free of him finally. He was going to kill you. That’s why you could hear me.
Thank you for everything. How do you know sign? I asked her as I stepped forward to shorten the distance between us.
I watched her hands move, I learned from a human who stayed in the manor.
My brother is deaf, I said back to her. It was a convenient coincidence. How long have you been here?
I’ve been here for as long as I can remember. I’m trapped inside the manor. Trapped? Which meant she wouldn’t be able to come with me.
Can I save you in return?
It’s possible.
Can I return the favor from earlier? I grinned as her eyes lit up. I was naked and heat coursed through my body. It’d be a shame to end the night like this and not wrapped in her cold embrace.
Her fingers moved to the buttons on the collar of her dress and she started to undo them slowly. Her violet eyes never left mine as she shimmied off the dress. It fell to the floor in a puddle and though she was fully corporeal now, the clothing faded out of existence.
“That’s a neat trick,” I said aloud, looking back to her. My eyes roamed over her body. I’d never put a label on my sexuality, but there had to be something out there that would incorporate the supernatural.
I’d like for you to touch me, she said as she walked back toward the edge of the bed. She perched there with her chest out and legs spread.
As you wish.
I walked over and ran my fingers across her high cheekbones and down her throat.
Her chest heaved with an empty gasp and my fingers moved there next, down her sternum first and then across her ample breast. I circled my thumb over her nipple and mimicked the motion with my other hand.
Her head tipped back and deep breaths accompanied a slight moan.
I trailed my hands down her sides and over her hips.
She spread her legs open wider and nodded me onward.
I gently caressed her pussy, circling her clit slowly as I gathered her wetness on my fingers.
I slipped a finger inside her; she was ice cold against my skin but she felt so good.
I added another finger, stretching her and filling her with my warmth.
Her hands clenched the bedsheets and I dropped to my knees.
Keeping my fingers inside her, I licked at her clit.
I’d never done this before, let alone to a ghost, but I’d try my best for her.
I started slowly and her moans increased to a distant wail as I licked at her faster, sucking her into my mouth and enjoying the sweet taste of her pussy.
My fingers moved in a “come here” motion as I lavished her.
Her wails increased and I kept it up until I felt her walls clench around me. She was refreshing and delightful to taste.
You make me warm, her fingers wove as I stared up at her.
She laid back onto the bed and motioned me forward until I hovered over her face. I guess the best part about fucking a banshee was that I didn’t have to worry about suffocating her.
My thighs straddled her head and her hands came around my backside. I sat down fully and her ice-cold tongue slithered into my pussy. She licked and sucked as my hips bucked and I rode her face to my release. It came fast and heavy, my head dropping back with a cry as it was my turn to wail.
“Fuck, don’t stop.” My hand wove into her dark strands of hair and I fucked her mouth harder. I was going to come again at this rate and it felt so fucking good. I felt her hand at my back entrance as she lubed up a finger and slipped it inside my ass. “Fuck!” I yelled, exploding on her tongue.
I dropped to the bed beside her, panting as I watched the soft light glisten off the moisture on her lips.
“That was amazing,” I breathed out. It dawned on me then that we could have a little more fun. “Wait here,” I instructed her as I got off the bed and dug through my bag.
I’d hidden a few toys deeper than Mikey had cared to bother digging up during his earlier childish fit. I had hoped for a moment to myself on this vacation so that I could truly get off. Now that Mikey was out of the picture, there was no better time to use them.
“This is a vibrator,” I said as I climbed onto the bed. “Spread your legs for me.”
What does it do?
“It makes you wail.”
I turned it on and felt the vibrations run through my hand.
I kept it on a low setting and slowly circled her clit with it.
Her chest heaved and she screamed. Her hand wrapped around my wrist, keeping me still and pressed against her.
Bree’s back arched and she writhed and shook beneath me.
I slid two fingers into her wet pussy, playing with her inside and out as I made her come again and again.
The room was filled with echoing cries and I enjoyed each one.
We laid in a mess of our cum breathing heavily entwined in each other’s arms. My leg crossed over hers and I was spent. Bree loved the vibrator and we went round for round making each other come as much as we could take.
I like you, I signed. How can I keep you with me?
Kill him.
Kill who? I asked, sitting up.