Ghost want lower near hr love body

Ghost want lower near hr love body

The ghost’s hands slid lower.

He left her breasts with one last slow squeeze, thumbs brushing over the fresh hickeys near her nipples, then dragged his palms down her stomach. The silk sheet still covered her from the hips down. His transparent fingers stopped just above the fabric, resting on the soft skin of her lower belly, right over her pubic area.

Mira’s breath hitched.

He pressed down gently through the thin silk, palm covering the warm mound beneath. He didn’t rub hard. He simply held her there, feeling the heat of her, then began to move his hand in slow, firm circles. The silk whispered under his touch. Every pass made the fabric drag lightly over her most sensitive skin.

A soft, shaky sound left Mira’s throat.

“Ahh… nnh…”

Her hips twitched once, a small involuntary lift, before she forced herself still. Her fingers curled into the bedsheet.

The ghost’s other hand moved to her thigh.

He stroked the outer side of her left thigh first — long, slow passes from her knee all the way up to the edge of the silk. Her skin looked almost glowing in the dim moonlight, warm and smooth under his cool fingers. He squeezed the soft flesh gently, then trailed his fingertips back down to her knee, circling the bone, brushing the sensitive skin just above it.

Mira’s legs shifted restlessly.

“Mmmh… haah…”

A quiet moan slipped out of her when he switched to the other thigh, giving it the same careful attention. His large hand roamed up and down the glowing outer curve, never crossing to the inner side, only exploring the outer thigh and the round of her knee. Sometimes he gripped a little firmer, thumb pressing into the soft muscle, as if enjoying how her body yielded under him.

At the same time his palm never left her pubic area. He kept rubbing slow circles through the silk, pressing just enough for her to feel every movement. The fabric had grown slightly damp beneath his hand.

Mira’s head tipped back against the pillow. Her lips stayed parted.

“Ahh… mmh… ngh…”

Small, breathless sounds kept escaping her every time his hand pressed a little deeper or his fingers squeezed her thigh. Her chest rose and fell faster. The hickeys on her neck and near her nipples stood out darker against her flushed skin.

The ghost leaned down and placed another open-mouthed kiss on the side of her neck, right over the mark he had already left, while both hands continued their work — one steadily circling between her hips, the other roaming the warm outer length of her thighs and knees.

He was patient.

Thorough.

And clearly nowhere near finished.