A touch that ran down my back had me spinning, but there was no one there.
The next one ran down my neck and between my breasts. I shot my hand out to feel for what was causing it but was met with vacant air.
“Lucian!”
A soft chuckle off to my side had me turning again.
“This isn’t funny,” I said through gritted teeth. “Where did you go?”
A strong grip lifted me by the hips and tossed me on the bed. I tried to scramble off, but I was pushed back, my slides went flying, and my pants were jerked off.
“Lucian!” I demanded, heart pounding. When there was no reply, I shouted, “Ghost!”
“Shhh,” I heard whispered as heated breath hit my panties and the feel of his hands slid up my thighs. Teeth bit my clit through the satin, and I couldn’t help but suck in a startled breath.
“What the hell is going on?” I demanded.
“I’m going to take you to heaven,” Lucian’s disembodied voice said before kisses rained over my panties and thighs.
It was the most bizarre experience of my life. I knew his touch, the rate and sound of his breathing, the weight of his body on mine, but I couldn’t see him. It should’ve terrified me, but it was almost like being blindfolded. I never knew what the next move would be, and the anticipation was powerful.
“Holy shit,” I whispered when my panties slowly slid down my legs, seemingly under their own power. The heat of his tongue pressing to my slit was startling and damn near made me orgasm immediately.
My leg was thrown over what I could feel as a fabric-covered shoulder, but looked like it was suspended in midair. Then he went to town on my unsuspecting pussy, and my back arched from the bed. I reached up and grabbed the headboard as my eyes slammed shut.
He licked and sucked until I was writhing on the linens. “Oh my God. Holy hell. I’m going to come. Lucian, I’m going to come!”
A soft groan came from where my pussy throbbed and gushed my release. As I lay languid and mindless, I heard a soft rustling before the bed depressed. Then the tickle of his touch raised my shirt and tugged the cups of my bra to expose my breasts. The bed shifted on either side of me, and hot wetness surrounded my nipples one at a time. He flicked the metal of the piercings, and I moaned.
“Lift your legs and hold the back of your knees,” he whispered. The air from his breath hit the dampness of my nipples, causing them to pucker tightly.
Unable to think straight, I did as he said.
The heat of his silky-smooth cock prodded at my dripping core before it slowly slid inside, and I gasped. “Oh shit!”
Suddenly he was everywhere. Touching, licking, stroking my sensitive skin. Invisible teeth bit at me teasingly. The silky strands of his hair and his beard tickled over my flesh with each movement. All the while, that magical cock of his stroked my pussy like a goddamn piston.
It was too much and yet not enough. I was overwhelmed with sensation from things I couldn’t see or expect. Before I knew it, another orgasm was barreling down on me, and as it got closer, my body seemed to be preparing for the explosion.
“Lucian!” I cried out as utter bliss slammed me into outer space. I was floating and pulsing as stars burst around me. His name was a litany on my lips. Through it all, he never stopped.
When my body began to tremble from the aftershocks, my eyes slowly fluttered open, and staring down at me was a blue-eyed, dark blond god of a man. He was my first love and more than I could possibly comprehend.
“I love you,” I murmured and immediately regretted it when he stopped the movement of his hips and stared at me. His expression was unreadable, and I was afraid I’d messed up. Maybe we weren’t there yet. A lot of time had passed. We had grown into different people.
“I never stopped loving you,” he admitted, and I wanted to cry. I dropped my legs and wrapped them around his waist.
Fingers curled around biceps, I raised myself to steal a kiss. He began to move again, and I hissed, “Yes!”
“I want you to come again. I want to feel your silky wet pussy tighten and pulse around my cock,” he said in a gritty tone against my lips.
His dirty words made my soul weep with need, and I lifted my hips to meet his next thrust. “Oh God, Lucian. Don’t you dare stop,” I demanded, and he sped up with a wicked grin lighting his face.
Powerful and deep, each stroke drove me closer to what I craved. As my core began to squeeze him, his length seemed to swell until it was too much. My third climax was no less intense than the other two—possibly more so, because with an animalistic grunt, his hot release filled me, and his body shuddered before he dropped to his elbows and buried his face in my neck.
“Fucking hell, that was incredible,” he said through ragged breaths, then peppered kisses on my sweat-slick skin.
“Who areyoutelling?” I replied in kind.