Free ColonialGhost by Mlyn Hurn Page A

tighter around Broderick’s hips, holding him close to her
body, long after his thrusts ended.
    Broderick’s head lowered to rest atop her soft, lush
breasts. Kerry soon felt his mouth kissing its way over the mountains until
they claimed a taut peak again. His mouth sucked on the right nipple, pausing
to rub his tongue all around it. She had no idea how long they stayed like
that, but it was with regret that she felt him release her nipple and raise his
head.
    “I hate to admit this, sweetheart. But I’m not as young as I
used to be. My back is not happy in this position. And while I’m not promising
anything, I only had the two condoms in my pocket.”
    Kerry blushed and eased up onto her elbows. A second later,
Broderick’s body left hers with a loud, wet plop. She was intently aware of his
eyes moving back over her, taking in her sprawled, completely naked position.
Sliding off the table quickly, Kerry pulled the edges of her top together. Her
eyes down, she started looking for her pajama bottoms.
    * * * * *
    Broderick watched as Kerry bent down, looking for her
pajamas. He held them in his hand, but enjoyed the view of Kerry’s naked
bottom. He cleared his throat and Kerry spun back around. Seated in his chair,
he dangled the bottoms from one finger. As she reached for the bottoms, he held
them just out of reach. With his other hand, he pulled her close. Since her top
was still unbuttoned, it was easy to part the edges with his nose. He slowly
took her right nipple into his mouth, and suckled it softly for a few moments.
Releasing it with a loud, wet sucking noise, he lowered his mouth to her left
nipple. This time he sucked lightly, playfully. He tugged, pulled and finally
released the elongated bud.
    He allowed a small space between their bodies as he spoke.
“Come upstairs to my bed. I have several more places to kiss, I believe.”
    Kerry smiled slowly, and then nodded her head. “All right,
but do I get my pajamas back?”
    Broderick turned her and they started walking back toward
the stairs. “Nope,” he told her with a grin. “Waste of effort because I’ll just
be taking them off again.”
    Kerry’s blush and accompanying giggle aroused Broderick. He
followed her up the stairs, unable to resist reaching out to caress her right
ass cheek. Her slight yelp caused him to move his hand to her hip instead.
    “Before I get distracted again by your sumptuous and
desirable body, what were the candles for?”
    * * * * *
    “I was calling the ghost who lives here.”
    Kerry instantly felt the tensing of Broderick’s hand upon
her hip. She took another step and his hand fell away. Immediately, her skin
felt cold—all over. Shivering, she took a few more steps upward, even though
she was now sure that Broderick was not directly behind her anymore.
    At the top of the stairs, she paused for a second, wanting
to turn and see if he had followed her or was still stuck on the same stair
when she’d thrown the ghost thing into his face. She took a deep breath and
continued down the hallway to her room. Her bedroom door was open, but no
lights were on. Stepping into the room, and walking over to the bed, she heard
the door creak behind her. Kerry spun around expecting to see Broderick, but
the door had swung almost completely shut, leaving her in near darkness.
    Lifting her hands out in front of her, palms forward, Kerry
took a few steps into the room, wary of knocking her shins on the bench that
sat at the foot of the bed.
    “Damn,” Kerry muttered quietly under her breath. Leaning
over, she rubbed the area below her right knee. “Now I know where the bench is
anyway.” Tonight, when she needed the moonlight, it was too cloudy to allow
enough light to seep through so she could avoid any other hazards. Straightening
up once again, Kerry felt a puff of cool air pass her left cheek.
    Kerry turned quickly to look over her left shoulder, but she
couldn’t see Broderick, and the door remained nearly closed. Shrugging,