A Ghost Encounter: My Time with Simon "Ghost" Riley

Part Thirty: Moving Forward

"I do," I tell him.

I don't but I'm going to fake it 'till I make it.

"Whatever happens tomorrow we have each other's backs right?"

"Always," Ghost says.

Ghost grabs my hand to provide some comfort.

He's sweet.

"I've gotten word from the boys. Price says they've located two out of three missiles," he informs me.

"Good. That's really good." My face lights up with hope.

"Has Laswell identified who provided American missiles to Al-Qatala?" I ask, hoping we've discovered a lead.

Ghost shakes his head.

Damn.

"But she's working diligently," he says confidently.

"I bet."

A few moments of silence pass between us.

"Should we head off to bed?"

Ghost nods his head and we make our way.

As we lay there in each other's embrace I feel Ghost's hands roaming my body, making their way to my underwear, he slips them in.

He starts rubbing my clit, lighting a fire in my core.

I start clenching his arm and he takes that as a sign and picks up his pace.

Ghost sits up and takes my clothes off. He then removes his too.

My whole body can't help but radiate from even the slightest touch from him.

I sit up too, pushing Ghost down on the bed, and sitting on top of him.

I want to be in control this time.

With every sexual interaction before Ghost, wanted or unwanted, I was never in control, and that always terrified me.

This time I'm doing things my way.

Ghost is surprised by my shift in demeanor, but I can tell he likes it.

Fuck I forgot how big he is...

Welp, here goes nothing.

I lift myself slightly only to sit back down on his cock.

As I slowly go down, Ghost puts both of his hands on my waist, helping ease me in.

I've never been good at hiding my facial expressions and right now my face says I'm in pain.

"It's going to be alright, sweetheart." He kisses my hand, taking my fingers into his mouth.

He's right.

I keep going.

As I sit on top of him I look down and once again notice his scars.

I like that he has scars. I have some too.

I start riding his cock, my juices dripping onto him.

He feels so good inside of me.

He's the best, and biggest, I've ever had.

I wonder if he's had better than me...probably.

Stop it, Breanna. Don't ruin this because you're insecure.

Ghost starts thrusting into me every time I bounce on his dick.

"Hmm," Ghost grunts deeply.

The look on his face is priceless. Looks like he's ready to come but doesn't want to quite yet. Neither do I.

"What's wrong, love?" He pants out.

"Nothing's ," I squeal as I continue riding him.

"It's alright. Come for me," he moans heavily.

And that's exactly what I do. I can't hold it any longer.

Ghost came shortly after that.

"Fucking hell..." He says breathlessly, trying to calm down.

Shit.

Fuck.

He came inside of me...

Shit fuck!

Ghost can see the panic on my face.

"We'll get the morning after. Don't worry," he says a little too nonchalantly for my taste.

Easy for him to say...but I nod my head and try not to worry.

Soon enough we fall asleep and await tomorrow's journey.