Midnight Tremor

I was finishing up a paper next to my husband, the typing of my keys only slightly muffled by the rubber keyboard cover. I could see him in my peripheral as I was editing the last paragraph and submitting it to be graded. I closed my laptop and set it on our dresser as I got up to finish getting ready for bed. I pressed the nasal strip into my nose when I heard a grunt coming from the bedroom.

I walked out to see my husband laying in bed and I could see he was breathing. For a moment I leaned against the doorframe and admired him, the stunning man I chose to marry sleeping soundly. I turned away just in time for him to start breathing heavily. What I would have seen if I had stayed just a moment longer was a shimmer in what seemed like the middle of the room. A large form translucent except for a slight shine as though I was looking through crystal clear floating water and I may have not even seen it even then. It lowered itself down, a hand extending outward and pressing against my husband's chest and just as quickly as it brushed against his pectorals, it sunk into him. The ghost grunted and so did my husband, who started trying to get comfortable in the blankets. He started panting, the comforter slipping down his body as more and more of the ghost forced its way inside. He lift his arms back up and then they went limp as the last of the spirit disappeared into his body.

I hadn't noticed, in fact I resumed my routine, brushing my teeth and spitting out into the sink to reveal a row of shining teeth where it just came from. I even managed to do a quick eye rinse before heading back out into the bedroom in nothing but my pajamas. When I saw the clock, I moved over to his side of the bed, gave him a kiss on the cheek and then turned out the light. I found my spot in bed still warm from how I had left it before my night time routine.

Rolling over, I looked over my husband breathing and pushed my hand close to his as he stirred. He started to wake up, looking over at me with a grin. I had already closed my eyes and was drifitng off to sleep when I felt his hands slide down my arms. The tips of his fingers danced along my skin until the goosebumps woke me up and I looked up at him. He was grinning and taking momentary glances down at himself. He pulled me close to him and then planted his lips onto mine, making out with me as my eyes fluttered.

"Are you okay?" I asked as he pulled away from me.

"I'm perfect. I mean, I feel incredible." He flexed a bit and I could tell he was enjoying himself before he turned his attention back to me. He climbed on top of me and the blanket slid off, revealing a throbbing boner that slid against my stomach.

"Oh, it's that kind of night?" I chuckled. I noticed him looking down at himself, flexing his abs and running his fingers over them.

"Oh yeah, I'm living a fantasy right now." He said giddily.

"Huh?"

"Nothing, just fuck me like I've wanted you to forever." He said, leaning down into me. My hand couldn't resist and I was sliding them along his back until they were squeezing his plump ass. He kissed down my body and lathered my cock up with some of his saliva before going down on it, letting it fill his mouth up until he was gasping for air. He crawled back up, his hole pushing back against my cock and I gripped it to guide it in. It popped in and he bounced a little before leaning back slowly until my whole length was pulsing inside of him.

"Oh I've wanted this forever." He moaned as he started riding me. I ignored it, thinking he was just living in the moment, plus it was hard to not enjoy what was happening. We rolled around in the sheets and I bucked my hips so hard he was moaning in utter bliss by the time I was getting ready to explode.

"I'm gonna cum." I was panting into his ear as we pressed into each other. He tightened his hole around my shaft as I slid it in and out and with one forceful ram I was suddenly exploding inside of him, filling up his body with my load. When he rolled off of me, he was admiring himself again. He rubbed the beads of sweat into his body so they would glisten on his muscles.

"Fuck that was incredible." I started cleaning up, and he continued to do his own thing. He went to the bathroom and I was able to see him through the crack in the door as he admired himself in the mirror, flexing his arms and chest just to see the muscles tighten. I let myself start falling back to sleep when I felt him join me in bed, cuddling up into me before kissing me on the cheek.

"Goodnight." I whispered.

"Goodnight." He grinned evilly. The last thing I heard before completely falling under was "I'm never going to give this up."