Free GhostlyPersuasion by Dena Garson

noises when they came in
contact.
    “Touch yourself,” the man told the woman. “I want to feel
you come on my dick.”
    Katie couldn’t tell from where she was standing but the
woman must have complied because her moans became louder. Finally the woman let
out a hoarse cry. The man answered by thrusting into her a couple more times
before stiffening and grunting with his own release.
    Katie groaned. The visual stimulation was becoming too much.
    “Seamus,” she pleaded, even though she wasn’t sure what she
was asking for.
    “I’m here, Little Katie,” he reassured her. “What would you
ask of me?”
    “I don’t know,” she whispered as she turned away from the
trellis. “I need…”
    “What do you need?” he pressed.
    Her body was trembling. “I need you to touch me.” She tried
to keep her voice low. “I need to come, Seamus.”
    He stepped closer. “If I could, I would lay you on that
lounge, spread your legs and make you come as I buried myself in you.”
    Katie shivered in response.
    “But since I can’t, you’re going to have to do most of the
work. Go sit on the lounge.”
    She did what he told her.
    “Lie back and slip your pants off.”
    “Um. I don’t think that is a good idea,” she whispered and
pointed to the trellis that shielded them from the other couple.
    He shrugged. “Then just loosen the fastenings.”
    Katie looked around to see if anyone could see her. It was
shaded enough that it was unlikely. Then again, she just spent the last half
hour watching the couple on the other side of the trellis. With as little
traffic as she saw in the gardens when she was walking and the fact that the
sun had almost completely set, Katie felt it was reasonably private.
    She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed the zipper down.
    “Now, slip your hand in and tell me how wet you are.”
    Once again she did as Seamus bade. Her fingers skimmed
through the narrow patch of hair until she reached her clit. She pushed past
the swollen nub until she reached what her fleshy folds were trying to hide.
    “Very.”
    She drew the silky dampness up to her clit then slid her
finger back and forth across the sensitive peak. Katie bit her lip as she
absorbed the sensation. Knowing Seamus was watching her heightened the feeling.
    Their gazes locked as she rubbed her clit with slow, steady
strokes.
    In her mind’s eye she saw Seamus leaning over her. It was
his hips that pushed her legs open. It was his hand that touched her pussy. It
was his finger that stroked her clit.
    The sound of crunching gravel startled Katie out of her
fantasy.
    Seamus put one finger to his lips, telling her to remain
silent, then floated through the trellis wall. Katie zipped and buttoned her
jeans and straightened her top.
    When Seamus returned he said, “It’s just a couple out for a
stroll.”
    Katie nodded. “Perhaps we should get back to the room.”
    “If you’d like.”
    “You’re coming too, right?” she asked as she stood.
    “Is that a trick question?” He smirked.
    Katie snorted in response. “Oh whatever.” She brushed past
Seamus so he wouldn’t see her cheeks turning pink.
    As they walked back to the garden entrance, they passed a
couple walking arm in arm. A pang of jealousy struck Katie. If things were
different, she would be strolling in the garden with Seamus’ arms around her.
Then again, if things had been different, she would have never met him.

Chapter Seven
     
    “Are you all right?” Seamus asked.
    “I’m fine. Why?”
    “You have an odd look on your face.”
    “I do?” Katie pretended innocence.
    He nodded. “Either you had an unpleasant thought or you need
to go to the bathroom. Care to tell me which it is?”
    Katie laughed. “Well, I don’t need to go to the bathroom.”
    “Then what was the thought that made you frown?”
    She smiled, amazed by how perceptive he was. “It occurred to
me that if things had been different, I would have never met you.”
    It was his turn to look pensive.