A Spirit's Touch

Twenty-Nine. Sam's Turn 🔞

Smut warning:

"What the?" Sam questioned drearily as he pulled back the duvet half asleep. "It wasn't just a dream?"

He patted his semen soaked shorts and recoiled his hand. He sat up and looked over at Mel who was still fast asleep.

Sam climbed out of bed as quietly as possible and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. He left his shorts in the wash basket and returned to the bedroom for a fresh pair.

He got back into bed but the duvet was still damp with his seed, he begrudgingly ignored it and fell back to sleep.

"I had the best dream," Sam said to Mel a few hours later over tea.

"Oh, what was it?" Mel replied sweetly.

Sam grinned, "Well, I don't want to repeat it but remember that third night on our honeymoon? It felt like we were actually there again."

"The third night?" Mel thought for a moment. "Oh, that third night." She licked her lips playfully. "I'm pleased my tongue can leave a lasting effect on you. Maybe it's due again soon." She winked.

Sam blushed and covered his crotch with his hand. "I can't wait."

The wedded couple went to bed early that night. Mel was reading a copy of Pride and Prejudice, a book she had recently found in the cupboard under the stairs. Sam settled into scrolling on his phone.

Eventually he turned to his wife, "No ghostly encounters?"

Mel lowered the book, "No, not since you've been back. I'm sure it will happen at some point."

"I bet it didn't eat you as good as I do."

Mel turned a shade of red, "Sam! Do you always have to talk like that?" She said it as a halfhearted joke. "No one will ever please me as much as you. It's my wrong time of the month now though so you'll have to keep those such thoughts to yourself for now."

Sam blushed again, "Sorry, I just couldn't help think about that third honeymoon night and it got me thinking about the things you have told me."

"Well you think I'm making it up, so you have nothing to worry about."

Sam could feel the agitation in Mel's voice. She was not in the mood to talk about sex while on her period or trying to relax before bed.

He himself had trouble sleeping and was still awake long after Mel had drifted into slumber. The room was getting darker and noticeably dropping in temperature.

Sam turned to give his wife a hug but she was not there. When did she get up?

The duvet by his feet began to move and he felt an arm touch his leg. Sam nearly jumped out of his own skin and grabbed the duvet to pull it off.

"Leave it," he heard his wife say. "Just enjoy."

Sam lay back down and did his best to relax. He felt two hands tug at his shorts and slide them down his legs and tossed to the floor.

A hand began stroking his cock and it swelled quickly. "Oh, Mel." The hand gripped his waist and he felt a tongue gently teasing his balls while the hand worked up and down his shaft.

After a few more strokes, Mel's tongue moved away from his sack. There was a slight pause before he felt her lips on the tip of his helmet. They opened wide and slowly slid down his smooth sensitive skin.

"Oh fuck, Mel," Sam gasped as her mouth completely enveloped his cock. He could feel the heat of her tongue pressed against his shaft. Her lips massaging his erect penis as they slowly rose back to the tip.