Part 18 (1/2)

Quickly the ghost covered her lips with his and swallowed the sound. His tongue slid in to stroke hers, and Bess's brain turned to mush. She returned the kiss without thinking; his kisses felt so familiar, so right.

”That's my Bess,” he whispered against her lips. Her skin was soft and fragrant with the perfume of lavender soap and aroused female. ”Never could resist my kisses.”

Bess moaned as his mouth slid down her throat, nibbling and licking his way to the captured breast in his palm. G.o.ddess, his mouth felt so d.a.m.n good, she just couldn't find it in her to resist him. His wet mouth slid over her nipple. His tongue swirled and licked, then sucked it completely into his mouth. His teeth raked her sensitive flesh lightly and her breath caught. He suckled and nipped, savoring her like a starving man.

”Oh my G.o.d,” Bess moaned and arched into his mouth. ”What the h.e.l.l are you doing? I thought I sent you back.” Waves of pleasure surged from her nipples down into her damp cleft. His mouth thoroughly feasting on her full breast, she felt a surprisingly solid hand slide down her ribcage, and across her soft belly.

”I came back to finish what we started.” His palm covered her shaven mound and explored her. A finger slid into her wet flesh, then tapped at her sensitive c.l.i.t, making her hips buck in eagerness.

”What?” Bess couldn't think through her need. She hadn't felt this frantic and hungry for any man in ages. He slid his finger in deep and stroked her from within. He pressed and tapped a sensitive spot buried within her, and she found herself suddenly on the very edge of a powerful climax. Her thighs tried to open wide under his legs.

”Oh G.o.d, Bess. I can feel you wet and ready for me, my girl.” He said with a panting breath. ”I confess I can't wait, it's been too long.” His hand left her saturated depths and the bed shook as he struggled to unb.u.t.ton his breeches one-handed. He sighed as his painful erection slid from its entrapment. In a swift move, he released her captured wrists, then covered her with the full weight of his body. Bess's naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressed into the silk of his s.h.i.+rt. He drove his buckskin-covered knees between her thighs, spreading her wide.

Hard flesh pressed against Bess's softness. Mindless in her pa.s.sion, Bess gripped his shoulders and arched her hips to brush her damp hungry opening against his eager hardness. She felt the blunt head of him press inward. His hips bucked, and he surged gradually into her. His moans were loud in her ear as he pumped slowly, deeper and deeper stretching her tender flesh to accommodate his girth and length. Her hips rose hungrily to meet his and he pulled away to surge hard back into her to the hilt.

”I've haven't had a f.u.c.k in so d.a.m.n long, Bess...” he moaned. ”I'd forgotten that it could be this d.a.m.n good.” He panted as he thrust himself into her moist depths; his pace and strength increasing as his excitement took over.

Bess felt his c.o.c.k pressing and stimulating that sensitive inner spot his fingers had discovered deep within, and she was shoved with each thrust closer and closer to the edge. Her lips parted and she moaned, thinking of nothing but her urgency to reach that pinnacle. She lifted her hips, matching rhythm with his and bolts of pleasure rocked her body as she was pounded closer to climax.

”That's my girl, that's my girl,” the ghost panted into Bess's ear. ”Let it go, take your pleasure, f.u.c.k me darling, f.u.c.k me hard,” he whispered in encouragement. His hands slid down and under to cup the firm muscles of her a.s.s, raising her to meet his hard thrusts.

Bess's hips lifted hard against him over and over in increasing speed and power. Her hands slid from his shoulders, and her fingers dug into the hardness of his doeskin-clad b.u.t.tocks to press him deeper into her. The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh was loud in the room.

”Come on, come on. I'm almost there myself...”

Suddenly she froze. A searing bolt of pleasure howled through her in a waterfall of tremors. Her mouth opened to scream, and he again swiftly covered her lips with his own.

He hammered hard into her slick, trembling flesh, then felt the inner tightening of his b.a.l.l.s. He was almost there, just a bit more. He thrust as deep as he could go, howling his own triumph into her mouth as he arched his back and poured himself into her. He moaned long and hard as he pumped his seed deep into her, and was milked dry by her sucking inner walls. With a soft sigh, he fell atop her and they both collapsed, exhausted, onto the blankets. Aimory leaned over her and kissed her, gently but thoroughly.

”Now-sleep!” he commanded. Within moments, Bess was asleep. ”Nice to know that little spell still works too.” Sighing, he carefully rose from her bed and collected his clothes.

”You were definitely worth the wait, my love,” he whispered to Bess. He watched her sleep as he dressed. ”Tomorrow is another day, and our adventures together have only just begun,” he whispered to the sleeping witch.

”I've got a man's body again, hot d.a.m.n,” he whispered, jubilant. ”Now that I know that the Alchemist's spells still work, I can rejoin the living world and find out what happened to my dead body.”

He eyed the window he had entered with grave doubts. ”Guess I'll have to take the stars,” he muttered. The door unlocked with a tiny click, then swung open a few inches. With the softest of breaths, he slipped out the door. The candles winked out leaving the room doused in dim starlight that was fading quickly with the coming dawn.

* Visitation *

Bess stood on the steps of the Merryweather Bed and Breakfast and waved good-bye to her cousin Alex as the car crunched out of the small gravel drive. Breakfast had been a quiet affair, and for that, Bess was truly thankful. Both Grimoires were safely hidden in the oversized handbag on her shoulder.

”Peace and quiet at last!” she announced to the empty parking lot. Sighing happily, she took a deep breath of the balmy air. The late morning sun was just beginning to get uncomfortably warm.

”Well the world has certainly changed since my day,” announced a familiar voice from just behind her.

Snapping around, eyes wide in shock, Bess came face to face with the highwayman from last night. His wide grin and green eyes were only inches from her nose.

”Good morning, Bess, my sweet.”

”What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?” she squeaked. Bess leaped two steps off the porch in sheer surprise, then took a hard look at him. He appeared to have taken a shower somewhere, and gotten a change of clothes. He was dressed in snug jeans and a short-sleeved T-s.h.i.+rt in forest green.

”Well, since you're here and I'm here, are you ready to help me find my missing body?” he grinned.

”I thought you were a...”

”A wet dream?”

”A ghost,” she snapped in annoyance.

”Maybe I'm both?” he suggested with a leer.

”Maybe you're a pain in the a.s.s?” she countered sweetly.

”Bess, I'm shocked!” Aimory said dramatically. ”I had no idea you might be into that sort of thing,” he purred with a lascivious grin. ”There is always tonight!”

”What sort of thing? Oh! You pervert!”

”Quite possibly, but what has that got to do with last night?” The highwayman smiled as he stepped closer and lunged. His hands closed on her arms and he pulled her to him.

”You...” she began and was cut off as his lips captured hers.

”Yes, me. And I'm not letting you out of my sight 'till my property is recovered and interred.” He wrapped strong arms around her struggling body to keep her still.

”I have no intention.”

”Ah, but I have every intention of making you moan and pant and.”

”I'll have your a.s.s arrested for a.s.sault.”

”What?” he growled. ”After a short while, I'll fade back into being a ghost and slide right through any jail I'm locked in. You can't stop me and I'll come back to have you.”

”I can stop you.”

”You can't.” His lips caressed her throat and Bess's breath caught as wanton s.h.i.+vers blazed down her body, hardening her nipples and dampening her panties. ”Besides, you don't really want to.”

”Why are you doing this to me?” she whimpered softly. She was powerless to control her l.u.s.t.

”I need you to stay flesh, witch.” He pulled her around the corner of the inn and behind some trees. With tender brute force, he backed her up against the wall of the building. ”I can smell how much your body wants mine,” he whispered.

Bess roused herself and shoved at the ghost's immobile shoulder. ”I don't believe you,” she growled.

”What can't you believe?” he asked as he nuzzled her throat. ”That you were thoroughly f.u.c.ked last night by a ghost, or that you enjoyed being thoroughly f.u.c.ked by a ghost?” He was smiling. ”Or that your body is looking forward to being f.u.c.ked again by a ghost?”

”Oh!” she struggled unsuccessfully against the weight of his body pressing against hers.

”You were definitely worth the wait, Bess my girl.” He pressed his hips against hers, letting her feel his hard length. ”See how much I need you, feel how much I want you?”