Sensitive ~ Paranormal Erotica Page 3

  I pressed my finger against his lips.

  “Shh...” Leaning forward, I replaced my finger with my mouth.

  Jordan leaned against me and resumed his work on my back. He pressed deep with his palms, running up and down the length of my spine. Halfway up my back, I realized he was removing my shirt. Deftly he pulled it off my arms and we stopped kissing briefly to remove it completely.

  I wasn’t wearing a bra, but instead of letting myself be self-conscious I reached for the bottom of his shirt. My fingers traced over his smooth abdomen, across his navel, over his defined abs and pecs, up to where it was sprinkled with chest hair.

  Jordan lifted his arms as I peeled it off of him. He shook back his long hair, looking more native when relieved of his shirt. The back of his hands ran down my arms, his eyes following his touch, lingering on my breasts, then down to my stomach. His hands dipped down, lightly rubbing the V where my legs pressed together. One hand rose again, caressing my midline, brushing my breasts, then up my chest to my neck. I tilted my head back, moving with his hand. His fingertips grazed my moist lips. My eyelids fluttered at the sensation. His fingers lifted and I licked my lips, tasting his husky saltiness.

  What are you doing? You barely know him.

  I grabbed his belt, spread my legs, and pulled him against me.

  I’m about to get to know him a lot better.

  His manhood pressed against my pelvis. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pressed my naked chest against his. His body against mine felt so good, strong and sleek. He stood, easily lifting me with him. With his knees in the mattress, he moved us to the middle of the bed.

  “Light level two.” After he spoke, the wall lights gradually dimmed until it was near dark. He leaned forward until I lay on the bed, with him a foot above me. I could only see the outline of his muscular form.

  “That’s a neat trick,” I whispered.

  “I can do more than that,” he whispered back in a sultry voice. He kissed down my neck and rubbed my breasts as his lips brushed over them. He kissed down my abdomen, his hips pushing my legs apart as he went down. My breath became shallow as he kissed the fabric of my shorts. He moved to the left and kissed down my inner thigh. His fingers slid under the shorts and he pulled them, following the trail of kisses down my leg.

  I heard a ting of metal and a rustle of fabric. When Jordan returned to me he was completely naked. He rubbed his body against my inner thighs, then his chest slid across my chest. When he reached my face, I felt his firm manhood touch my inner thigh. He kept it there, inches away from my sensitive area, which was pressing into the bed as my legs turned inward. He breathed on my neck and I could feel the heat from the entire length of his body, suspended just above me. My pelvis lifted, readying for him.

  I reached up and touched the sweaty muscles of his chest. As my hips rose and fell his solid cock rubbed against my inner thigh. Jordan’s breathing was heavy. His muscles rolled under my touch, gesticulating with his want for me. His hips swayed, pressing his cock fully into the bed, moving another inch up my thigh towards my wet pussy. I moaned, my body relaxing, surrendering to him.

  But he held.

  Wanting to see his face, I squinted, but could see only shadows in the dim light. Captive beneath his robust body, he could take me if he wanted, as many times as he wanted, but he didn’t. He was waiting for me. Sexy, strong, and sweet. What more could a woman ask for?

  My hands followed the midline down his chest, across his abs, finding smooth, fine hair at his pelvis. My fingers lowered and found his hot, solid manhood. I gently grabbed the base, my fingers barely able to wrap around it. Jordan kissed me on the shoulder, his lips lingering. I arched my chest in response, brushing my nipples against him. My hand stroked down his penis, relishing in its solid, hot smoothness. My hips shuddered at his length as my fingers found the head. I didn’t know if I could accommodate all of him. But my body begged for it, contracting and rocking with anticipation.

  I moved my hand half way up his cock and gradually pulled him to me. Jordan kissed under my jaw, his lips pressing into me. After several breaths he lifted, and I directed the tip of his cock over my wet folds. I rubbed him over my folds, spreading myself. He moaned and his body shuddered beneath my hold. My hips arched in response, sending his dick sliding over my folds and into my hungry pussy.

  Jordan kissed my lips. I spread my legs and lifted my pelvis, but the rest of me sank into submission. My body begged for him to go deeper. His tongue slid into my mouth, opening it, as the head of his cock opened my womanhood. He eased himself in, gliding across my slick walls. My pussy tightened around him, but didn’t have much room to contract he was so thick.

  I ran my hands over his slick chest. I slid them down to his hips, moving with him as he glided in and out, each time inching deeper to his complete length. When he entered completely, the feeling of his pelvis against mine felt so good, so right. His manhood pressed on my every inner surface. Despite my history of rarely reaching climax, I came with his first thrust fully inside me. My pussy squeezed, as much as it could, around his solid cock. My hips arched, my breath hitched, and blood rushed to my head making me feel a hundred feet under the ocean.

  I groaned as the climax eased. Jordan caressed my cheek with his lips. “You feel wonderful,” he spoke and his hot breath tickled my skin. “You almost made me cum with you.”

  My body shuddered at his lusty voice. He drew out a few inches then slid back inside. My pussy was hotter and wetter than before. Coming in his full length, he pressed up against my pelvic bone. I felt like I was going to climax again. I squeezed my legs against his waist as my pelvis tilted open for him.

  I felt hungry for his lips and he leaned down and kissed me. Jordan rocked into me, grinding on my pelvic bone, gliding in and out a couple inches each thrust. His movements didn’t change or falter. His cock maintained the same speed, same pressure, same angle over and over and over again. I concentrated on his rhythm. Each thrust pushed the limit of my upper wall, and sent me deeper into ecstasy.

  It was impossible how perfectly matched his movements were. I kept expecting him to speed up, or pause, or shift and disrupt the tempo, but he didn’t. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep thrusting in me all day, all night, until we passed out from exhaustion. He continued - unchanging - and I began to trust he wouldn’t stop, not until I had my fill of him. I entered a deeper level of ecstasy, my entire being swallowing his movements. A deep moan escaped my lungs, and I worried a moment he would take it as a cause to change his movements. It didn’t. He continued exactly the same.

  Oh my God.

  We stayed mostly silent, the light splash of the waterfall in the background. I held my breath, concentrating on the feeling of him rocking into me, of his cock sliding across my wetness and forcing my walls apart. I rolled my hips up, my legs, abdomen, and pelvis held stiff against him. Though I felt like I had no air left in me, a throaty, lingering moan escaped my mouth. I tried to hold my breath again, but it gave way to panting.

  I felt another climax building. He wouldn’t stop now, he couldn’t. He had to know, just a little bit longer would set me over the edge. My hips shuddered, my back arched, and I moaned loudly, surveillance cameras be damned. My pelvis shuddered again, my pussy tilting open wider than I knew possible. His cock continued with the same rhythm, the same stroke. I could hear his heaving breath as the excitement built. He knew I was almost there.

  It didn’t matter if I climaxed again, this was already the best sex I had ever had. The orgasm came, but its onset was gradual. His cock grinded against my pelvis, never breaking the tempo. My pussy thanked him, spasming around solid penis. I gave out a hoarse groan. The pressure against my walls became painful, until I relaxed the clamped muscles in my legs and butt. Euphoria spread in every direction of my body, tingling on my nerve endings.

  I collapsed on the bed. He still ran his cock smoothly in and out of my soaking, throbbing pussy, softer and slower. The sensation was alm
ost too much. He pushed all the way inside me, and then was still.

  Jordan lay flat against me, chest against chest. He didn’t rest all his weight and I was able to breathe. My body slowly calmed from the orgasm, though the aftershocks shook through my whole body and made his still erect penis rub against my sensitive walls. My pussy squeezed around him, telling him I wanted him again.

  “Mmmm...” his sexy voice was in my ear. My neck arched at the sound of it. He kissed along my jugular, starting a very gentle stroke in and out. He pushed in all the way and sucked the skin on my neck. I gasped. He began to move his pelvis in gradual circles, taking in a different mouthful of my skin and sucking again. I moaned.

  I realized something as he worked my pussy and explored my neck. The sex we had was wonderful, but it was normal sex. Skin against skin. Touch against touch. I wanted to feel his energy fill me like it had done before. The possibility of such intimate sensation with my body and nerves in this vulnerable state made me tremble with anticipation.

  “Why are you holding back?” I whispered near his cheek.

  Jordan kissed up to my ear, speaking with his rhythm. “I’m... controlling... myself.”

  My lips found his earlobe and I bit it playfully.

  “Don’t.”

  Jordan pushed up from my chest, eyeing my face. Then he slowly pulled out and I gasped at the feel of his cock leaving me. He lifted his knee over my leg then shifted his weight to the bed beside me, one leg still draped over my thigh. I was afraid I said something wrong.

  I looked up to his face, better lit at this angle. It was the look a man gives his wife the moment he marries her. Commitment and admiration reflected in his eyes. He wrapped his fingers around my hand and lifted it to his chest.

  Jordan pressed my palm against his slick chest and held it there. He stared into my eyes and held me enthralled. My attention focused on the lift of his chest as it filled with air, then slowly fell again. His breathing was so relaxed. He placed his other hand atop my breast, over my heart. After a moment I realized we were breathing together. Our hearts beat together, so slow and sensual it was hypnotic.

  He grasped my hand tighter and spoke, his words drips of melted chocolate. “Light level zero.”

  My breath caught in my lungs. The lights gradually dimmed, becoming so dark my eyes stung. I shivered. There was something dangerous about being in the utter darkness with him, alone.

  “Shh...” Jordan soothed. My hand prickled with sensation atop his chest. I looked around, trying to find a light source but it was pitch black. He pressed my hand against his skin, demanding my attention.

  The movements of his chest were calm and deep. I took in a shaky breath. Jordan’s other hand lifted from my chest, then lightly stroked my hair. I could feel the tension ripple beneath his fingertips.

  “Just relax...”

  My breaths began to match his again. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. His lips remained on my skin. I could feel their every moist subtlety. It was starting. He was casting his magic.

  My mind quieted. My consciousness slipped, but I held on, anchored by the feel of his steady breath beneath my hand.

  His touch ran down the back of my head, across my cheek then up to my lips. It was more real than anything I had ever experienced. His fingers brushed over my lips, tickling every nerve ending.

  His hand trailed down my chin, across my neck and then fanned out to trace my collar bone. His open palm slid down to my left breast, cupping it. My pelvis rolled in response.

  Jordan felt my reaction and inched his leg up my thigh. His lips left my forehead as he cupped my other breast and gently massaged it. My head tilted back, letting him have his way.

  His fingers grazed over my tingling breasts and started down my abdomen. He made wide circles, squeezing my side then working down to my hips, then moving to the other side.

  He dipped lower, his fingers caressing over my pelvis then down my leg. His pressure increased, rubbing my thigh then my calf with his palm. He ran up my opposite leg the same way, and my excitement heightened as he neared my pelvis again.

  I spread my legs, preparing for him. His touch crawled across my inner thigh. My legs spread wider, possessed by hunger. He touched my apex. His hand brushed atop it, but then held just over it.

  My folds clenched and I could feel my pussy drip, but he didn’t touch my wetness. His large hand turned downward, completely covering my sensitive area, but not touching it. I squirmed under his hold, uncomfortable with him just keeping his hand there, cupping me.

  “Easy,” Jordan cooed. He pressed against me to keep me still.

  I laid back, trying to relax but feeling strangely exposed. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted the friction, the pumping and grinding. My body begged for it, my pelvis lifting off the bed. But Jordan didn’t oblige me.

  He squeezed my hand, and I remembered he still held it against his chest. I felt his cadence and breathed with it, trying to stay calm.

  I felt something inside me. Jordan hadn’t entered me, but I felt him there. He was awakening sensation deep inside of me. Tingling, sweet caresses crossed places I had never felt before. The feeling was subtle, barely a brush, but the area was so sensitive I couldn’t stand it. I gasped and pulled away.

  Jordan stayed with me, leaning against me. His hand remained, as did the tantalizing sensation. I tried to breathe through it, the feeling spreading, but it was too intense.

  “No,” I pleaded, pulling out from under him.

  “Shh...” Jordan whispered. He placed his hand on my chest and my body became heavy, sinking into the mattress.

  Shit.

  I felt disconnected from my muscles and limbs. My eyes closed as I neared sleep. I was only aware of one thing, the tingling that traced the expanse of my womanhood. My breath hitched in my throat.

  Jordan’s hand found mine. I didn’t realize it had dropped to the bed. He lifted it back to his chest, returning it over his heart. His other hand remained lightly pressed against my folds. Inside, tissue was aroused that had been asleep my entire life. These places had never been touched. Though the sensation wasn’t painful, it felt forbidden. My body trembled.

  “Please don’t.”

  Jordan leaned closer, whispering above my face.

  “Just breathe.”

  I bit my lip. The feeling sank deeper and I couldn’t hold back my cry. The touch was almost erotic, but I couldn’t enjoy it. I wanted his finger, his cock, anything inside me to distract the tantalizing pull.

  “Breathe, Miya.”

  I wanted him to lean down and kiss me, but he didn’t. I held onto his voice. I wanted to trust he had a reason for doing what he was doing. I wanted to trust him. I breathed, matching the motion of his chest.

  The sensation umbrellaed out and down, stimulating every surface of my moist insides. I whimpered.

  A strong feeling surfaced, one I tried to push back down but it spread through me like a gush of water. I wanted to hide and try to forget I existed. My body fought to break the spell Jordan cast on me. I had to get away from him. My raw emotion and memory felt naked and on display.

  “Easy...” he spoke so smoothly my tight chest relaxed. When it did, the desire to hide was replaced by another feeling.

  It was embedded in the tissue he was stimulating. Imprinted there like a memory, worn as false clothing that buffered true sensation. Jordan made the deep tingling stronger, and the swell of emotions reached their peak.

  Associated memories spun through my consciousness. The first time I had sex, and the disappointment of being someone’s one night stand. My brothers finding out I had my period and teasing me I was “on the rag”. The cold, sterile metal inserted into my vigina at the callous hands of the gynocologist. Hiding the fact that no man could get me off as well as I could myself, and often faking orgasms. Desires and needs that I was taught to feel guilty for having. All of these things were stored in my most sensitive area, lingering there as a mask that was worn so long it had
become the face.

  Shame. Shame so strong it brought tears to my eyes.

  And Jordan had shined light on it.

  More than ever I desired for him to let go of me. I wanted him to desert me, leave alone to deal with my self-doubt. But he didn’t let go.

  Jordan ran his hand through my hair. “It’s alright.” I closed my eyes tightly, trying to get control of my emotions and push back those memories to where they came from.

  “Just let it go,” Jordan spoke into my ear.

  I choked out a cry. He leaned his forehead against mine.

  He stayed. He had seen my darkest, deepest secrets and he stayed. He smoothed my hair tenderly, easing the tension in my head.

  “Let it go.”

  I sobbed, clamping down on my body and my emotions.

  Jordan pressed his warm body along my length, blanketing me with his strength. I trusted him with my most vulnerable, raw places. I relaxed and let him inside.

  “That’s it.” He kissed my lips. The pain streamed out towards his hand, and I let him take it. In place of the shame was clean, make-me-want-to-scream ecstasy. My body arched, pushing against Jordan’s perspiring skin. He kissed my neck as I moaned, the warmth awakening my every inner surface. My hips rocked and he moved with me, still not physically entering me, but still filling me completely.

  Keeping his hand against me, Jordan sat up. Euphoria poured into my pussy and swirled in all directions, like a stream entering a pool. My body rejoiced, reeling in the uninhibited bliss.

  Jordan knelt between my legs. I couldn’t see him, but I knew what he was doing. His hand was wrapped halfway down around his erect cock. His breathing was eager. He pressed his eyes closed, pleasure flushing over him. He was sharing my feelings.

  I imagined kisses rubbing down the ribbed underside of his shaft. He moaned, his hips thrusting forward and his head tilting back. It was the sexiest sound I had ever heard.

  He was unabashed with his manhood. He had accepted every aspect of his body, every thread of tissue. My mouth became dry, thirsty for his sexy personage.

  I sat up, renewed with strength. My hands drifted over his tight stomach. I sent butterflies there. He leaned forward with a quick breath, but didn’t try to stop me. My hands drifted up to his chest. I sent trickles of sensation wrapping around his neck and over his shoulders. He leaned his head back, relishing in it, his dark hair falling back. I kissed his sweaty chest, ripples of heat expanding across his skin. He sucked in a breath through his teeth.