Free PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Haunted Whispers by C.J. Ayers

first time a man threw a woman over his shoulder and carried her off into the bushes.
                  Julie recognized the change in their relationship. She felt him tower over her and hem her body in with his. She noticed the change in the passion of his kiss. She felt warm and limp. Yes, Julie liked Jim’s caveman.
                  After they both stopped kissing, Julie was breathless. She lifted the blanket and looked down at their bodies. “Jim, please, I need you to make love to me,” she pleaded.
                  His voice was low and rough. “Are you sure you want this?”
                  She met his eyes with intensity and longing, “Yes,” she breathed. As soon as she said the word, his mouth came down on hers again, and he tilted them to the side and slid his hand around her back and underneath her panties. He massaged her firm ass. She made humming noises in his mouth. He slid her panties down and off of her legs and moved so that both of his legs were securely between hers. She gasped. Then, she dipped her hands inside his shorts and stroked her fingers along his rock-hard erection. They made eye contact and kept it.
    Jim grinned at her and crawled down her body until he could see, touch and hold her breasts. He threw back the blanket then lifted his body, kneeling between her legs. He stared at her breasts. “Wow. You’re beautiful.”
    “You saw them yesterday.”
    “No, your bra hid them."
    She shifted from side to side to make her breasts flow back and forth across her chest. He followed the feminine tips of her breasts with his eyes. She flicked her eyes from his eyes down to the part of her body he looked at. She tried to conquer the impulse to close her legs, but couldn’t. It didn’t matter. His legs were planted immovably between her knees.
    She gasped as his eyes found the area between her legs. She said, breathlessly, "No man has ever looked at me down there."
    "I am."
    She watched him memorize her. "Don't just look. Touch me." He reached down slowly, as if too much speed would make her run away.
    When his fingers stroke her lower lips, she moaned. Her head fell back on a cushion on the sofa. When his tongue spread her folds, her moaning got louder.
    He suddenly stopped. He met her eyes and looked slightly taken aback when he said, "You're a virgin."
    She blushed, "Is that so hard to believe?”
    “No…I… I just mean that you’re so beautiful. You must be fighting men off with a stick.”
    "The only one I wanted didn't seem to want me, and there was no one else I wanted to give my virginity to."
    "You have now, and I’ll treasure you."
    She smiled and let her fingertips wander down his chest and trunk. He felt her soft hands stroke his generous, erect cock.
                  Jim stopped moving. Julie’s eyelids sprang open. “Is something wrong?”
                  “We have to do something.”
                  “Take off the rest of our clothes?”
                  “No…. Yes, but something else first. I don’t want a broken heart. I love you. I know it’s short notice, but I love you. We won’t go any farther if you don’t love me or won’t marry me.”
                  “Is this a proposal?”
                  “Kind of. I’ll propose later. If we have daughters, they’ll want to know how I proposed. We don’t want to tell them that we were lying on the couch, you’d been scared by a criminal, and it just happened. So this is unofficial.”
                  She looked at him with bright, hopeful eyes. “I do love you. I will unofficially marry you.”
                  Julie watched Jim’s eyes grow wide when she brought his cock up to the entrance to her body. She held it with her hand and used it to rub the sensitive tissues around her opening. She moaned and arched her back. Their eyes met and reassured each other. Julie lifted her