What's better than one set of hands? Two! Jenna is about to go on the sexual adventure of a lifetime.
Jenna Monterey has inherited a plantation home that has seen better days. When she hires a restoration crew, she didn’t expect to be drawn to their lead team member. But there’s just something about Jake that makes Jenna weak in the knees. She starts to have erotic dreams about Jake and someone named Matt, a man she’s never met before, dreams that leave her trembling with desire. Does she really just need to get laid? Are they an omen of what’s to come?
NOTE: This is a previously published work under the title Yuletide Spirits. This is a new expanded version.
“Do you want me, sweet Jenna?” he asked as his clothing disappeared.
“Yes, oh yes,” she panted.
Her panties slid down her legs and fell to the floor. Ghostly hands spread her legs, opening her pussy to his questing tongue. Matthew stroked her clit with his tongue, drawing one moan after another from her. He licked, teased, and nipped the hard nub, making her hotter and wetter. She writhed beneath him, her hips grinding against his face. Even in sleep, she knew what she wanted and went after it. He thrilled at the taste and feel of her, she was so soft and sweetly curved. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her tighter against his mouth, his tongue lashing her clit. He felt her thighs tremble and her body tensed, and then she was coming, coating his tongue and lips with her essence. He licked and teased her sensitive flesh until she settled back onto the bed, her breathing evening out. When he couldn’t stand it another moment, he kissed his way up her body until his cock rested against her pussy.
“Is this what you want, Jenna?” he asked softly.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Make love to me.”
Oh how easy that would be, but Matthew knew he couldn’t allow himself to love her. Relieving decades of sexual frustration was one thing, but handing over his heart wouldn’t happen. He’d made that mistake once and look where it had landed him – haunting his own home for centuries. Never again.
With one long thrust, he entered her, her velvet channel encasing him in silky wet heat. Her hips lifted in reckless abandon as she greedily took every inch he gave her. He sank into her, balls deep, reveling in the sensations crashing over him like the wild sea breaks upon the sand. His back arched as he ground himself against her before withdrawing and plunging back into her warmth. He rocked against her – thrust and retreat – and moaned in appreciation. She felt so tight, so damn wonderful.
He pushed her nightgown down over her breasts, freeing them. They weren’t overly big, but just big enough. Pert with rose-tipped nipples, they were perfection in his eyes. Matthew swirled his tongue around one of the dusky tips, feeling it come to a hard point before sucking it into his mouth. He drew on the hardened bug long and hard and watched as she thrashed her head from side to side. Her pussy tightened on his cock and he growled his approval.
Matthew gripped her thighs and pushed her legs up, allowing him to delve deeper into her with each rhythmic push. He felt a pulsating need engulf him, a tingling in his lower back and balls, and he knew he was close. No way would he finish before her, though. Reaching between their bodies, he stroked her clit in small frantic circles, needing her to come – right now! His thrusts increased, his hips slapping against her as he pounded into her pussy. Then he felt it, the rippling of her inner walls around his cock. Her breasts thrust into the air as if seeking attention and she cried out. As her climax coated his hard shaft, he allowed his own release to claim him, tipping him over the edge. Plunging into her hard and faster, it took only a moment before he came deep inside of her, taking her with him for the ride. Her pussy convulsed around his cock making the experience even more enjoyable.
When he was done, he withdrew, kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, “I’ll be seeing you soon.”