He couldn't say he hadn't ever wondered what fucking a ghost would be like, the way she moved through him was something else. And she would probably be as close as he'd get. He couldn't say he didn't like what he saw when he looked back. Even before the towel dropped.
Dean snagged a couple pillows as she pushed him back onto his back, to prop himself up. His tongue ran over his lips as she slowly undid his pants. He was so hard he was aching by the time her fingers reached in and eased him out. A slow groan rolled in his throat. "I can't say I've ever had any complaints."
He sucked in a breath as she kissed the base of his cock, he felt the pulse throb from where her lips made contact outward. "Jesus... fuck.." His hips twitched upward when she sucked down the head.