Ethan
Ethan stirred, shifting slightly on the couch as something faint pulled at the edges of his consciousness. He wasn't fully awake, not yet. His body felt heavy, weighed down by the remnants of sleep and the haze of too much wine. He groaned softly, rolling onto his back, the cushions beneath him creaking in quiet protest.
In his foggy mind, the events of the evening flickered briefly, like fragments of a fading dream. The shower he took after Elena King left. The feel of the wine glass in his hand afterward, its weight familiar and comforting. He'd poured himself another glass—maybe more—and stretched out on the couch, the soft hum of the city outside lulling him into sleep.
Now, though, something was different. Ethan's brow furrowed, his breath catching slightly as a presence stirred near him. His senses sharpened just enough to register the faint sound of movement, the barely-there rustle of fabric, a subtle shift in the room's stillness.
He wasn't alone.
His lips curved faintly, and his chest tightened with bittersweet longing as a single name slipped from his half-conscious thoughts. "Ghost Girl," he murmured, his voice hoarse with sleep.
She was here. The familiar figure hovered at the edge of his vision, and though his mind felt thick with wine and exhaustion, he didn't question it. It had to be her. His Ghost Girl, the one who appears and disappears, leaving behind nothing but the sharp ache of her absence.
"I know it's a dream," he called softly, his voice just loud enough to cut through the quiet. "But don't go... You've been gone too long. I've missed you."
The figure froze, her silhouette illuminated faintly by the soft glow spilling from the bedroom. Ethan looks up slowly, brushing a hand through his hair as he fought to clear the haze from his mind.
"Come here," he said, his tone gentler now, filled with a mix of yearning.
To his surprise, she turned toward him, her movements hesitant, her figure stepping into the low light. Ethan's breath caught, his chest tightening as she came closer. He didn't move until she was within reach, and then his hand rose, brushing softly against her arm. The warmth of her skin beneath his fingers sent a jolt through him, shaking him from the fog of sleep and making him wonder if this was something more than a dream.
Without thinking, he pulled her into his arms, his hold firm yet careful, as though she might disappear if he held her too tightly. "I missed you," he whispered, his voice low, his lips brushing lightly against her hair.
She didn't resist, her hands resting against his bare chest, her touch hesitant but grounding. Ethan tilted his head, letting his lips meet hers in a kiss that was soft at first, tentative, as though testing the reality of her presence. But it deepened, growing more urgent as the moment stretched, the weight of their shared longing consuming them both.
He didn't care if it was a dream. In this moment, she was real, and that was all that mattered.
Their lips move in sync, the world around Ethan melting away as he loses himself in the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her mouth, feel the gentle pressure of her lips against his. She sighs softly, and he take advantage of the opening, deepening the kiss further. His hand instinctively reaches out, cupping the back of her head as he pulls her even closer, letting out a low hum of pleasure, his hand threading through her hair as he gently tilts her head to deepen the kiss.
He takes his time, savouring the taste of her, the feel of her lips against his. His free hand drifts down to her back, tracing the curve of her spine, sending shivers down his own as well. He pulls back slightly, his lips grazing hers, before dipping in again for another tender kiss.
Her hands are wrapped around his waist, her fingers splayed across his lower back as she pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. She's gentle, yet insistent, her touch sending shivers down his spine as she explores the contours of his body. One of her hands begins to drift upward, tracing the muscles of his back, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
Ethan's grip on her tightens, pulling her closer as his passion surges forward. His lips press harder against hers, deepening the kiss into something more primal, more urgent his desire for her threatening to consume him. His body responds, his arousal growing more obvious as he presses himself against her.
His hands are roaming over her body, one cupping her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her jawline, while the other is wrapped around her hip, pulling her closer as he grinds against her. His fingers dig gently into her skin, holding her in place as he devours her mouth, my touch possessive and urgent.
His hands moving up caressing her breasts, his fingers tracing the curves, teasing the nipples until they harden beneath his touch. He cups them gently, feeling their softness, their weight, sending shivers down her spine as he grazes his thumbs over the tips. Her breathing catches, responding to his touch, her body arching into his as he continues to explore her.
Ethan's erection growing harder, thicker, as he imagines the softness of her skin beneath his. His mind is flooded with images of them entwined, of her breasts pressed against him, moving as one.
He gently grasps the hem of her top and begin to lift it upwards, his fingers skating across her skin exposing her belly button, then her ribcage, and finally, the luscious curves of her breasts. His gaze lingers on the sight, drinking in the beauty of her exposed flesh, mind racing with the possibilities of what's to come.
Ethan wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer as he nuzzles his face into the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. His lips brush against her earlobe whispering softly, "You're so beautiful, Ghost Girl." His hands tracing the contours of her body, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her pants, searching for the soft flesh within.
His fingers dance across contours of her mound, feeling the gentle swell of her labia, the tender petals unfolding like a flower beneath his touch. He applies gentle pressure, fingers pressing inward, seeking the swollen nub of her clit, and she gasps, her body trembling as his fingers make contact.
Her hands are buried in his hair, her fingers tangled in the strands as she pulls him closer, her nails gently scraping against his scalp. She's urging him on, her movements becoming more insistent as his fingers delve deeper, exploring the secrets of her body.
She struggles to get out of her own pants as her body reacts to his probing fingers then her fingers curl around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down, exposing his arousal to her gaze.
Her touch sends shivers down his spine as she wraps her hand around him, her fingers stroking gently, teasing with light caresses. Ethan feels himself grow even harder, his desire surging trough him, as she guides him closer to her body, positioning him for entry.
He is consumed by a tidal wave of desire, his entire being focused on the sensations coursing through his body. He feels electrified, his nerves humming with anticipation, as her touch ignites a firestorm of pleasure within him. His thoughts are reduced to primal urges, his mind screaming for release, for the freedom to surrender to the passion that's building between them.
He slowly eases into her, his body trembling with restraint as he feels her warmth encase him. Her muscles relax, accommodating his presence, and he slides deeper, the friction building between them. He feels her tighten around him, her body responding to his, and he is lost in the sensation, his mind reeling with pleasure. They are rocking gently, their bodies swaying in unison as they move together. Their rhythm is slow and sensual, a gentle undulation that builds in intensity as they lose themselves in the moment.
Ethan crushes his lips to hers, their tongues tangling as their bodies quicken the pace. The rhythm becomes more frantic, movements wilder, as they hurtle toward the edge. Ethan can feel his climax building, his muscles tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Her body arches against his, her nails digging into his shoulders as she cries out, and he knows they are both on the precipice, ready to tumble over into ecstasy.
The orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave, sweeping away all thought and reason. His body convulses, muscles contracting as he gives a primal roar of release. The sensation is indescribable, a blinding flash of pleasure that leaves him gasping and trembling. He feels himself pulsing deep within her, their bodies locked together in a fusion of flesh and sensation.
Ethan wraps his arms around her, holding her close as he presses his lips to hers. The kiss is gentle, yet intense, a tender expression of the aftermath of the shared climax that still burns between them. He closes his eyes and relax.
"Sorry Ethan" he hears her whisper and then everything went black.