“Come here,” she said, arching one index finger and drawing him near. “I’ve never kissed a ghost before.”
He started to whisk his sheet off again, revealing bare knees and a glimmer of creamy white thigh before she stopped him and said, “Leave the sheet on… for now.”
“Yes ma’am,” he gasped, the thigh and calves disappeared as the sheet bunched out gracefully around the swelling bulge midway down his body.
The sheet was crisp and clean against her barely parted lips—the sensation oddly intoxicating as she gently peppered his hidden smile with her kisses. It was like having a wall between them, but one that she could control.
Reed’s lips were cool to the touch, or maybe it was just the sheet that so gently covered them. His hands reached out from beneath the folds of soft white cotton and gently grabbed her corseted waist. They were big and oddly strong for an accountant, nearly circling her midsection as he dragged her toward him.
Gasping, she parted her mouth as he eagerly pressed his tongue toward her; they laughed to find the sheet so constricting, but she still wouldn’t let him take it off. Not yet, anyway.
“I’m not sure how… sanitary this is,” he grunted through his now wet sheet as she pressed her hands against his chest to move away from him.
“Nice try,” she gasped, the sizzle finally reaching the wet spot between her legs and igniting a spark that let her know there was no turning back now. “But it’s my treat, so we play by my rules, right?”
The ghost before her nodded as she led him to the couch. He sat heavily on the middle cushion, the sheet rising up and gathering at his waist. Tracy sat on the coffee table in front of him, the dark wood hard against her mostly bare ass, the sensation heavenly as she lifted the sheet gently to reveal his bare knees.
She touched them only to hear the swift intake of breath; the sound was so jarring, so sincere, and so naked it made her buck wildly against the table, her moist panties connecting with the corner where she sat. She winced with bittersweet pleasure as her hands crept gently up his thigh.
Her palms were moist with anxiety as she gently kneaded his muscles, hearing him moan in sweet reply. Like a real ghost, the sheet rose steadily on his lap until she thought it might levitate all the way to the ceiling.
