A Ghostly Encounter - Sex Stories

A Ghostly Encounter

I lay awake in my bed. The room is dark. I try to fall asleep but something is haunting me. I can feel his presence in the air. My husband, Michael who had recently passed away. I feel calm as I close my eyes and fall asleep. I wake up, and I can feel his breath on the back of me neck. It was him, and he was naked beside me. I turn around and our lips meet. It's been awhile since I kissed him. The kiss is long and deep. I pull away. I look at him confused. "Michael. I thought you were gone. I thought you left me." "I was never gone, Laney. I've been here all along. Right here." He places his hand on my heart, and he leans in for another kiss. God I missed how he kissed me. I was starting to forget, and that frighten me. I needed him to make love to me again. I needed him to help me remember. I look up to him with a deep need in my eyes. "Make love to me, Michael. Help me remember. I'm starting to forget. I'm so afraid." He takes my face in his hands and looks into my eyes. "You will never forget, Laney. I will make sure of it. I will always be with you." He kisses me again, and he slowly lifts up my nightgown. He holds me in his arms. The air is cool, but I his warm lips are inviting to my flesh. He kisses my neck and they slowly travel to my breasts. He takes my nipple in his mouth and gently tugs on it with his teeth. I cry out. He kisses further down my body, and slowly removes my the only garment of clothing left on my body. My underwear. I feel his tongue against my ...

... thighs. My breathing quickens as he moves to my swollen pussy lips. I moan as he slowly licks and sucks them. Finally my clit was in his mouth. "Michael..." my voice trails off. He continues to suck on my sweet little clit as I grab his head and lift my hips wanting more. I cry out as I let my nectar flow. He pulls me up and his lips are on mine again. I could taste my sweet cum on his lips as we kissed tenderly. He gently lies me down on the bed, and I feel him enter me. I moan against his mouth. "You feel so good." I tell him. He lies on top of me. His body is pressed against mine. He intertwines his fingers with mine and tears fill my eyes. I was starting to remember how he made love to me. How he made me feel wanted and needed. How he held me in his arms and how our hearts would beat in unison together. We move in a slow and steady pace. He whispers words of love and affection in my ear, and his lips are on my body while we are one. I don't want the moment to end. I can feel the tears stream down my cheeks. He kisses them away tenderly, and I let go. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted his seed deep inside. "Fill me, Michael. Fill me with your seed." I cry out. I feel his warm semen enter my body, and I was finally complete again. He holds me in his arms as things calm down. I feel safe and secure. I didn't want the moment to end. He finally gets up. I try to reach out for him. "Don't go." I tell him. "I have to. I have to go back." "No, please stay here. Stay with me." "Laney, ...