Sensitive ~ Paranormal Erotica (5 page)

“
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.

I pushed my hand against his chest, making
him lean back. He obeyed, adjusting his legs and laying with his
back on the bed. I rubbed my hands over his tone body, stirring up
his excitement. I took his erect manhood in both hands and stroked
his length. I increased the heat, concentrating on every inch,
inside and on the surface, from the base up to the dripping head.
He moaned, gripping the blankets to deal with the sensation. I
moved one hand to his sack. I cupped their soft firmness, sending
rivulets of sensation through them. Jordan moaned louder. I could
tell he was about to cum, so I eased off. I rubbed my fingers up
and down his shaft, just letting him feel my touch. I could hear
him get control of his breathing.

I sensed his body, the heat of his blood,
the energy of his nerves as they were stimulated with sensation. In
the darkness I saw him, every curve and plane, every etched muscle
and bone. I rubbed my hands over his skin, mounting him.

I didn’t have to direct his manhood with my
hand. It slid perfectly into my opening. As he entered me, his
energies merged with mine. I let my heat and pleasure envelope him.
I slowly pushed myself onto his cock, taking my time and savoring
every fiber. It was his turn to tense and arch. Taking him in
completely, I pushed my pelvis forward to stimulate my walls. I
sensed his pleasure. I leaned back, letting my breasts lift,
embracing my womanhood, proud of my body and the desire I conjured
in my man.

Languidly I rode his cock, but I still could
feel my excitement building. I tried to hold it off, wanting to
please him, but I couldn’t help it. I pushed twice more until my
body was taken by orgasm.

Every other time in my life I had reached
climax, I had done it alone. This time, Jordan came with me. I
could feel the intense rush of power up his penis, coupled with the
eruption of bliss through my body. We were joined: mind, body and
soul. Our voices rose together in rapture.

THE END