Chapter 73 Cecilia
Cecilia
Her finger slides into me, curling expertly, hitting that spot deep inside me that Banjo could never find. I’m a mumbling, whimpering mess by the time she’s working a second finger into me. I watch with rapt attention as she spreads me open, making sure to reach my bundle of nerves with her tongue.
She pulls her lips away from my swollen, sensitive clit to say, “You’re snowed in with me, Little Bird.
What are you going to do now that this pussy is mine?
” She purrs into my pussy; I think she knows how quick it’ll have me melting for her.
It’s like my body is connected to hers on a deeper level.
And it is… she’s in my mind, knows my every thought, and somehow she’s turned that into a turn-on of mine, and I had no clue I had it in me.
“It’s yours—have it, keep it, as long as you make me come.
” My response seems to please her because she’s sucking my clit back into her mouth and doesn’t let go.
I’m squirming under her as she assaults my overly sensitive bundle of nerves with her talented tongue.
Despite her tongue doing everything I need, she doesn’t stop there.
She keeps her fingers at my entrance while stretching me to the max, adding another finger, forcing my body to the top of the cliff.
My arms and legs are starting to feel weightless, and that’s when I know I’m right on the edge of having a mind-blowing orgasm.
I know she can hear my thoughts, but the only thing repeating in my head is hoping that she doesn’t stop before I actually come.
“Let go, Eliza. Shatter for me, Little Bird,” she purrs, and I shatter for her quicker than I’ve ever come for anyone, just from her words.
I come back down to Earth from one of the best orgasms I’ve ever experienced while she continues kissing and worshiping my body.
I’m immediately met with her eyes, waiting to meet mine, and normally, I would be self-conscious, but I can’t find it in me after the appreciation she just showed my body.
“What about you?” I question her. Watching her fall apart is the thing I need more than my next breath. “I want to see you—taste you. I need you.” I don’t need her telling me no or that she’s fine to wait. Instead, I flip her to her back and straddle her waist like she just did to mine.
“Can I?” I ask with my hands on the hem of her dress that’s ridden up to hang around her stomach. My eyes need to be on all of her.
The glint in her eyes is enough to make my greedy pussy flutter. “You can do whatever you please with me. I do want that cunt on my face while you’re enjoying mine, though.”
Yep, it’s fluttering alright.
Pulling her dress from her body, I’m met with her perfect tits in my face. “The pretty, deadly ghost of the house has the best tits I’ve ever seen,” I coo while pulling her taut nipple between my lips.
The care of this woman—this ghost of a woman—is more than I’ve ever experienced from anyone else, and I’ve only known her for a little over twenty-four hours.
The chill from the busted window couldn’t even cool what’s happening between us. The snow has been falling nonstop, and Cecilia hasn’t stopped licking and fucking me since Banjo fell from the window.
I still can’t wrap my head around all of this. How easy it was to get rid of him—finally. After way too much time being under his thumb, dealing with his hateful words, and most of all his standards I would’ve never met.
I’m free now.
“Can I stay here with you?” The thought runs through my head before I have the chance to stop them, and the wicked gleam on Eliza’s face is enough to show me she has no desire to kick me out of her room anytime soon.
“You’re never leaving me, Little Bird.”
“No, like, really stay with you? How can we keep doing this, forever?”
“Little Bird, you don’t want to be stuck here with me. You’ll leave, visit me if you wish. But this place, it’s not one meant for someone as bright as you.” Sadness overtakes my heart, and I know she feels it by the way she brings my body closer to hers.
“This is how it has to be, Eliza. You and I, we weren’t meant to find each other. I’ll forever be thankful that we did, but we just weren’t meant to. I’m…” She trails off.
“I’m bound to this house. At least for now.”
“Then I’ll keep staying here, with you. I can bring you more men, you can feed the machine with them, and we can keep doing this.”
“You want to help me feed the machine and then what? We fuck in their blood?” Wetness begins pooling between my legs again, somehow.
“Yes,” I say on an exhale.
“Oh my pretty little fucked up bird. Does that turn you on? The thought of fucking a ghost in a vile man’s blood?” Her hand cups my pussy while she speaks, not daring to push her finger into my slit just yet.
“Yes, Cecilia.” My words make her groan and she finally gives me what I want. The tip of her pointer finger circles my clit as her lips clash with mine once more.
I’m greedy for her, I know, but I don’t want to ever stop showing this woman how she’s freed me tonight. In more ways than just from Banjo, but somehow the ghostly woman who’s soul is tied to this place has freed mine.
I flip so that she sits at my waist, her bare pussy grinding against my pubic bone. It doesn’t take much to pull her body up mine, until her clit is rubbing against my hardened nipple. Cecilia rubs her pussy over my tit over and over, before she’s fully fucking my chest.
“Does that feel good, baby? Take what you need from your human. Use me, my pretty, deadly ghost.”
I know she can hear me, so I chant to her, over and over.
“I’ll free you too.”
Cecilia finds her release, slickening my chest with her arousal before bringing her sopping cunt to my mouth for me to clean, and it’s nowhere near a chore. I could taste her every day and it would still never be enough. She cries out while I lick her sensitive bud.
“I won’t stop, until we’re both free.” I think with my lips suctioned to her clit.