Sensitive ~ Paranormal Erotica (4 page)

My legs forgot how to support me. I started
to fall, but Jordan caught me below my arms. Held in his embrace,
the swirl of experience started to settle. He cupped my buzzing
hand, sending soothing warmth into it.

I laughed. The rush of awareness and feeling
was exhilarating. I wanted to touch the waters again, but I didn’t
know if I could stand it.

“
Another time,” Jordan
said softly, and smiled at the reaction on my face. “I’m sorry, I
didn’t know it would take you so hard. The cleaning made you
extra-sensitive, and you already were...” He trailed off, staring
into my eyes.

I felt connected with him. The room spun one
direction, and he and I spun another. We leaned closer, meeting
each other in the middle. I felt dizzy, like I had spent the
morning on a merry-go-round.

We kissed and the world stopped moving. He
was so tender and wanting it made a pit form in my stomach. I no
longer felt like a child under his touch. I felt like a woman. I
parted my lips and let him kiss me deeper. He placed his hands on
either side of my face and pulled away. The look on his face made
me hurt.

He was rejecting me.

“
I can’t do this,” he said
and stepped back. I felt light-headed, but anger and disappointment
kept me standing straight.

“
You are under my care.”
His tone was soft. He said one thing, but his eyes told me
another.

“
Jordan...” I closed the
space between us. My bottom lip slipped between my teeth and I
looked him up and down.

He hesitated, choosing his words. “The
influence I have over you can make you believe you are attracted to
me.”

His words made me furious,
yet felt like kisses on my skin.
His
influence over you...
Warmth heated
between my legs.

I lifted my hand to his well-built chest. He
didn’t withdraw. “If you want me to stay here,” my finger pushed
down his shirt, tracing the crease between his pecs, “you’d
convince me.”

I couldn’t believe the words came out of my
mouth. I regretted them, until I felt his chest rise. His breaths
were deeper, faster. His face changed from collected and confident
to primal focus, like he was on the hunt. He seized me, wrapped his
arms around me and kissed me passionately.

His warm lips closed around mine, his tongue
slipping inside my mouth. I tilted my head back to accommodate him.
He tasted salty and sweet. His freshly shaved cheek and jaw flexed
beneath my hands as we kissed each other. My fingers laced through
his silky black hair. I grasped the crook of his neck, pulling him
into me.

Take me.

I didn't know if he really could read my
thoughts, so I told him with my body. Pressing against him, I could
feel his heat through the thin cotton outfit. He kissed me deeper
and ran his hands down my back. I lowered one of my hands to his
side and slid it under the base of his shirt. Tentatively, my hand
explored his skin. Flat, tone muscles covered his back. Not body
builder bulging, but strapped and sleek.

Damn!

I turned to putty in his hold. His arms
wrapped around my lower back and he lifted me eye to eye with him.
He stared into my eyes, searching.

“
Are you sure this is what
you want?”

I wrapped my legs around his waist. Leaning
my head back, I pulled his face against my neck. Jordan obliged,
kissing and taking my skin in his mouth. Pressing me against his
body, Jordan started to walk toward the bed. My excitement
heightened. I pressed my pelvis against his solid abdomen.

“
You affect my more than
anyone I have ever known,” Jordan stated, pulling up from my
neck.

Did I hear him right?

“
I affect you?” I stared
into his dark eyes. “Are you serious?”

He lowered me to the edge of the bed and
kneeled before me. “Very.”

His hands ran along the outside of my
thighs, across my hips, then wrapped around my back. He slipped
under my shirt and rubbed his warm hands across my back, but then
stopped.

“
I should warn
you...”

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 almost 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.