LOVE'S GHOST (a romance) Read Free

flicking my nipple.
    I playfully pushed him away, but then grabbed him. I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t want this to carry on.
    “Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said. Then I worried that the bedroom wasn’t adventurous enough. Perhaps I should have continued my journey with his body in the hallway, let him take me there and then against the wall. But I wanted to go to the bedroom.
    He took my hand and led me to our bedroom. We fell on the bed. I continued taking off his shirt. The cufflinks snapped off and fell to the floor. My heart beat faster as I undid the belt. I wanted this to be like no other time we’d had sex. I pulled the belt away from his trousers and tossed it to the floor. But I didn’t take off his trousers. I wanted to keep some of his clothes on. It felt a little more spontaneous that way.
    I straddled him and leaned forward, planting my hands on his well-developed chest. I stared at his eyes and wondered what he was thinking. How was he taking this? His partner of all these years was using him as a sex toy. There was a smile on his lips. There was no doubt that he was enjoying it.
    I rocked gently, my buttocks massaging his crotch, feeling him getting bigger, straining beneath his trousers that were still zipped up. He leant forwards to touch me. But I shook my head and swayed backwards. Then I grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the bed.
    “I’m in charge,” I said. I didn’t know where the words came from. I hadn’t decided I was going to behave like this while driving home. It was very much a spur of the moment thing.
    I hadn’t done it before, taken charge like this. But there was a feeling of desperation that night, that I had to have him like this. I just needed to feel the power — the power that Russell had always had in our relationship. Tonight, I wanted the control. It didn’t come naturally. As turned on as I was, I still had to tell myself to continue to dominate my man.
    “You’re amazing,” he said. “I’ve never seen you like this.”
    “Do you like it?”
    “I love it.”
    I was so full of passion that it was almost like being angry with him. My blood was pumping at such a rate with the excitement that I couldn’t stop. I didn’t even want him to touch me. I just wanted to take him.
    I got off him and took off his trousers. He wasn’t lying when he said he loved it. The evidence was plain to see. My breathing was heavier than it had ever been. I wanted this man. I wanted him inside me like I had never wanted it before. It was complete abandon. I wanted to remain on top, to control the rhythm, to control his pleasure, to be the one in charge.
    When I did free him from the constraints of his trunks, that’s just what I did. I dominated him. Faster or slower, I decided which it was. I moved up and down on him, increasing my pace, then slowing and watching the frustration spread across his features. This variation confused his body. He stiffened, then relaxed a little. Eventually, I didn’t slow down, and he felt a release. He groaned, and in that sound I felt he enjoyed more pleasure than he’d ever felt in his life. It might have been my imagination but I detected a note of pain, pain in the pleasure, pain in the teasing his body had received.
    I rolled off him and lay on my side, looking at him. He was drained. It had been brief but intense.
    “Now it’s your turn,” he said.
    “No. Tonight was about you. Let’s keep it that way.”
    I hadn’t orgasmed. But I didn’t want to, this evening. Not at all. The spell had been broken, the stars had stopped shooting. The excitement had depended on that control, and anything he did now would have just felt like an anti-climax. I smiled at the joke in my head. How could a climax feel like an anti-climax? It was a conflict I couldn’t resolve. But I didn’t want to. Bizarrely, I just didn’t want to.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes,” I said. I looked at him. He was a gorgeous-looking man, in his prime. His