Free Sensitive ~ Paranormal Erotica by Derendrea

 

     
    “ 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 ran 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.
     

 

     
    EARLIER THAT MORNING
     
    God, it was hot. Sweat slicked my body as
soon as I stepped out of my car. I regretted wearing my black pants
and double layer of silk shirts. This weather was meant for a knee
length skirt, sandals, and a tank top. I could have never worn that
to the meeting I had that morning, and I didn’t have time to change
before I was expected back at work.
    The parking lot of the university was packed
full. Being an associate professor didn’t allow me my own parking
space, so I was forced to hash it out with the college students for
the limited spaces. Gazing past the rows of parked cars I sighed
and started the long hike up the hill to the social sciences
building.
    I checked my watch. 9:12. If I hurried, I
could make it before my next class started. I knew the joke among
the students. If a professor with a doctorate was late, wait five
minutes. If an associate professor was late, don’t wait at all.
    The parking lot was void of life. There was
the variety of college students’ vehicles: some whose parents
provided them with far too much money, and some who worked an extra
job just to put gas in their clunker.
    I never liked showing up late. Even though I
had a very good excuse, the meeting was required for renewing my
license, I felt queasy and guilty, like I was a high school student
skipping class.
    Adrenaline made my heart race. I was used to
my feelings, and the intense physical reactions that accompanied
them. Studying psychology, I dubbed myself with having a “sensitive
personality type”. Easily overwhelmed, can’t stand lots of people,
exaggerates situations. Oh, and a highly active imagination.
    Just get to
class , I told myself. Once you get inside you’ll feel better. I also talk to myself.