Paranormal After Dark

by Rebecca Hamilton

  Propped on my forearms, I turn my head to watch.

  His oil filled hand massages my ass in slow, sweeping movements. His hand dips along my crack, and strokes between my legs, dips and strokes, dips and strokes. “Mouth,” he says. His lips lower to meet mine as his hand continues its unhurried exploration.

  I groan. His touch is amazing. It’s warm, sensual and loving. It’s like he’s pushing an electrical current along my skin.” Damn. This is beyond sensational. It’s nothing like my fantasy play characters. This is as real as it gets.

  “So,” he murmurs into my lips. “You want to see if I’m as big as promised?”

  “I do,” I say, rolling over.

  He keeps his hand between my legs, stroking, pleasing, caressing.

  “The bulge in your pants is pretty darn big, but I need to see it in the flesh.”

  “Visual proof. This could be an optical illusion,” he says, flicking his eyes to his tented pants.

  “You never know. People can be full of tricks.” I slide my hands inside his waistband and stroke his butt. “Oh, man, J. Smooth and hard.” I give each cheek a squeeze. “And muscular.” I slip his boxers and jeans down along his hips and gasp. “Oh, my! You…you’re bigger than Himeros! You were made for love,” I add appreciatively. “I’ve never seen a cock more beautiful.”

  “Aw, you’re just saying that.” He grins at me.

  “No, I’m not! What a beauty!” I reach my hand out to touch the length and girth of him. The head is large and kitten-fur soft. I trace one of the veins, engorged and pulsing with life. It’s as if all of him, every desire, every longing, every thought he ever had is poised inside his cock, waiting to pleasure me.

  “I was going for drool-worthy when I had it built.”

  “Your cock?” I laugh. “Most are going for that. But many avatars are just wish lists for the man behind the fantasy. Yours is the real deal.” Positioning myself at his side, I cup the palm of my left hand under his balls, fingering the heat. I bring the other hand up to my mouth and suck on it, covering it with my slippery spit. Then I slide the fingers of my right hands up and down between his cheeks. I let my fingers glide along his tight sphincter, between his legs to his scrotum and back the other way, gently massaging and exploring as I go. My left hand wraps around his cock, lightly stroking.

  Jonas sucks in air through his teeth. His cock twitches. “Careful, V. It’s been a long time since I had satisfying sex. I want to make this last.”

  “Oh, no. We are not having mere satisfying sex. I intend on full-blown sky-rocket love-making—hours and hours of it.”

  An easy laugh rolls off his tongue. “That’s supposed to be my line. You’re stealing all of them.”

  “I beat you to it. You know, mad mind-reading skills and all that.”

  “That and an all-access, backstage pass to my mind.” He gives me a wicked, challenging grin. “When the situation calls for it.”

  “Like now.” I reposition myself in front of him and crouch, taking his cock in both my hands and licking it like a big, delicious lollypop.

  He wraps his palms around my skull and makes firm circles along my scalp with his fingers.

  I take him as far into my mouth as I can, letting my tongue caress his length in lazy, sensuous swirls, tightening and releasing my throat muscles around his girth. My mouth buzzes and hums so much, I expect to see sparks shoot from my lips.

  His fingers tighten, pulling locks of hair. “God, V.” He shudders. “Oh, sweet Jesus, this is intense. Jenner would never do this.”

  “Who’s Jenner? I don’t see a Jenner in here, do you?”

  “No, ma’am. There’s only one gorgeous goddess, known as Vienna.” His hips rock gently as he thrusts into my mouth. “And that’s exactly how I want it to be.”

  His excitement is making me wet. My pussy throbs with need. My hands roam his muscular legs, delighting in the textures of brown hair and warm, smooth skin.

  “Stop. You’re going to make me come. Hold up.”

  I release him and tip my head to gaze up at him. “Is there a problem, sir?”

  “No problem, not at all. I’m not ready to lose my excitement yet. I’ve got something better in mind. Just touching you like this…do you know how often I fantasized about this?”

  I laugh. “A fair bit, I’m guessing?”

  “All the time. It was torture being around you.” Gently rolling me off of him, he scoops me in his arms and carries me into the bedroom, placing me on the soft bed. “Much better.” He caresses my skin, slowly, taking his time as his hands make their leisurely way down my legs. He crouches, his nose inches from my pussy.

  I’m trembling. I’m scared. I’m excited. I’m turned on. Boy, oh boy, am I turned on.

  “Lay back,” he says.

  I lay back. More like collapse onto the bed.

  “Let’s leave these boots on. I like this look. Sexy as hell.” His eyes roam my body. His delight in what he sees is evident. “You are so goddamned beautiful. I intend to show you, over and over again, how beautiful you are.” He pushes apart my legs with his hands.

  Tremors of energy rattle through me. My teeth begin to chatter. Jonas cocks his head and contemplates me.

  “Th-th-this is so intense, Jonas. C-c-can’t stop it.”

  He continues to study me for a moment and then crawls up next to me. “Easy, girl. Let’s take our time and let you get used to all this love flowing between us. Sound good?”

  He’s talking low and sweet like he’s gentling a colt but I don’t care. I need a little gentling right now. All this energy is freaking me out. His hands, one still slick with oil, caress and knead with gentle persistence. They move along my belly. They stroke my neck, my chin, my forehead. They trace trails on my shoulders, my arms, and my hands.

  The violent waves threatening to overtake me become soaring ecstasy, far stronger than our earlier explorations. My eyes practically roll back in my head, I’m so fucking aroused with him.

  “Shhh, baby, ride this wave. I’m here with you. Nothing’s going to happen, I promise. Look at me.”

  When our eyes meet, it’s like looking straight into the eyes of some supernova deity. All I see is care, kindness, and the love born of years of friendship, transforming into something deeper.

  “Trust me?

  I nod.

  “Okay, baby. Let go.”

  I let out a long, long breath. “Oh, my. Oh, my God! Oh, Jonas! I’m in heaven!”

  “You’re only at heaven’s gate, kitten. I’m going to usher you into the Temple of Passionate Love.”

  His lips find mine and he nibbles and gently bites, before claiming my mouth. His tongue pushes inside, coiling with mine. We moan into one another’s mouths. He breaks from the kiss, kisses every square inch of my face, making me laugh with delight. He proceeds to my breasts. He pushes them together and slides his hungry mouth from one nipple to the other. His engorged cock presses against my thigh.

  He works his way down my torso, taking his time, nuzzling my belly along the way. He murmurs words of love and adoration. He stops when he’s poised between my legs. “Look at me, Vienna.”

  I cease my sensuous writhing and gaze at his openness.

  “Feel safe?”

  I nod.

  “Feel ready?”

  I nod again.

  “Okay. I’m going to take my time here. You guide me, okay? You tell me what feels good, what doesn’t.”

  “Got it, coach.” I grin at him.

  “If it doesn’t happen, no biggie. We’ll try again later.”

  “Practice makes perfect,” I quip. “I’m pretty sure I can do this, though.”

  “No pressure.”

  “I’ll need some pressure.” I wink at him. “I know what works and what doesn’t.”

  “I just don’t want you to feel tense.”

  “Jonas! Will you just get busy? Stop the yapping. I feel safe, I feel loved, and I am very horny right now. Like out of my mind horny. Like combustible.”


  “Yes, ma’am.” He gives me a mock salute. “I have my orders and shall proceed.”

  When the tip of his tongue touches me, I yelp.

  “Oh, did I hurt you?”

  “God, no. Just let me groan and growl, Jonas.” I laugh. “Are you sure you’ve done this before? You’re treating me like I’m porcelain. I’m made of sturdier stuff, I assure you.” I pause. “Tell you what. If I say ease, that will be my safe word. Any other phrase or word is fair game. It’s just me expressing myself. Got it?”

  “Got it.” His blue eyes glisten. He parts my folds with his thumbs. “So fucking beautiful.” He lets his tongue emerge from his mouth and makes a slow, lazy sweep up me. “Or maybe it’s the other way around. Damn, you taste fine.”

  “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it.”

  He licks. He strokes. He kisses. He moans and growls, clearly excited. He pulls away. “Shit. This is so exciting I’m about to come.” His eyes glitter like blue diamonds. His hands hold my legs apart and his thumbs caress the opening to my core, while he takes slow, deep breaths. He’s looking at me with a wicked, wicked smile.

  When he’s calmed his excitement, he lowers his head again, flicking the tip of his tongue along my clit, making little lapping noises like a cat enjoying a dish of milk. He slowly inserts two fingers, circling them, pushing them inside and out. They curve to find my G-spot. He makes small strokes and taps the spot, and I imagine him beckoning me to “come hither.”

  I sure want to. I gasp. My body is streaming with energy. My heart is soaring.

  Jonas lifts his head and a slow, delicious smile spreads across his face.

  Our eyes lock for a brief second. I’m panting, I’m so turned on. “Jonas” is all I can manage to say.

  “Come on, kitten. Come for me.” He lowers his head and proceeds to lap up my juices.

  I slide toward a sea of pleasure and can’t stop myself from spreading my wings, soaring off the cliff, and diving into sensation like I’ve never experienced. “Oh, Jonas! This is it! I’m coming! I’m coming!” My moans blur into incoherent bliss as I’m carried away by the intense pleasure. It ripples down my legs. It streams up my spine. It makes me shake my head like a dog after a delightful swim. It makes me laugh. It makes me cry. “Okay, enough. That’s enough. Hold on. I can’t take any more,” I finally manage to say.

  He slides his fingers out. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Spits into his palm and coats his hard cock. Smiles like a wicked angel. “That was hot. Ready for more?”

  “Are you?”

  “What do you think?” he asks, arching one eyebrow and glancing down between his legs.

  I laugh. “I’d say the answer is yes.”

  He climbs up me like a tiger slinking through the forest. “You on birth control?”

  “Duh.”

  “You okay with condom-free? I’m clean. I got checked out a couple weeks ago. And you’re the only one I want from this day forth.”

  “Bring it. I don’t want you any other way. Skin contact, baby. Skin to skin.”

  He grabs his length and pushes it up and down my slippery wetness. “Do you like that?”

  “Yeah, baby. Put it in me.”

  “Like this?” he asks, letting the tip enter.

  “More.”

  “Like this?” He slips in an inch or so.

  “Oh, God, Jonas. I’ve never felt anything like this…like you.”

  “Good. That’s what I like to hear.” Slowly, he settles deep into my core.

  I’m filled with him. He’s big, he’s thick, he’s long, and he’s ever so delicious. I’ve never felt this loved in my life. I’ve never felt as much joy as I do now.

  His chest leans against me and we lock eyes, blue on blue. Propped on his elbows, his thumbs caress my cheeks. I inhale deeply, taking in my scents, intermingled with his lusty fragrance.

  “I’ve loved you since time began.” The words land in my ears like a soft caress.

  A flood of quips enter my brain, each one vying for the winner in deflecting his tender comment. I breathe deeply, shove the quips away, and say, “I’ve loved you longer.”

  We lie in stillness, absorbing the shared love, bathing in it, nourishing our souls. Overwhelmed with love, I lock my hands around his neck and pull him closer for a kiss. I’m surrounded by Jonas. I feel him inside and out. Unable to contain our passion, we rock into each other. Once again the intensity builds. Jonas is sliding in and out of me, slow and deliberate. My eyes widen.

  “What?” he says with a smile.

  “I…I think I’m going to come again.”

  “Yeah, baby,” he says, deep in his throat, the words sounding like a very satisfied growl. “Come all over me, sweetheart. Come on, kitten.”

  I climax around him, digging the heels of my boots into his ass, pulling him tightly. The intensity of my clenching, milking muscles causes him to release, too.

  “Vienna!” he shouts. “Oh, God, girl.” His hips move wildly, pumping into me. “Oh, good God.”

  When we finally finish, we collapse into a sweaty mess on top of the comforter. The room smells fantastic. The room smells like sex. The room smells like Jonas and Vienna sex, best scent in the universe.

  Jonas strokes my hair, lying by my side with the most contented, loving smile on his face.

  “What?” I say, grinning like a fool. My smile is so wide that my face feels like it’s going to break.

  “I’d say that was pretty good for starters.” He kisses my temple.

  “For starters? What have you got in mind for a follow-up?”

  “A million more occasions like that.”

  I pout. “Aw, only a million?”

  “That’s just this year. After that, we should start getting really good.” He taps my nose with his fingertip. “You must have been ready for this,” he says.

  “For sex with you?”

  “For the orgasm. Ever since you told me your secret, I’ve been researching. I’ve learned everything I could about female anatomy. I didn’t know women have to learn how to orgasm. I guess I never thought of it.”

  “Huh,” I respond. “Well, don’t forget I taught myself a few skills, too.”

  “So I noticed. Felt fabulous for me.” His eyes close and a shiver rolls through him. Then he looks at me all serious. “Did you know it’s a small percentage of women who ever come around a guy’s cock. I had no idea. You gals need stimulation. That I knew. You need foreplay. I was ready to give it all I had.” He grins.

  “You did all right,” I say with a chuckle.

  “Thanks. I’ll get better. I need practice.” He nuzzles my nose with his. “The fact that you came around my cock is a ka-ching, ka-ching, baby.” He winks at me. “That must mean we’re meant to be together.”

  “Proof right there,” I say, smirking. “Never mind the fact that we totally get one another.”

  “That’s an added bonus.”

  “When do you want to practice again? I figure I need to make up for lost time.”

  “Give me a few and I’ll be ready.”

  “Are you kidding me? I’m ready for a nap.”

  “Oh, no. No naps just yet. Naps can come later. We’ve got more homework.”

  I laugh. “All right, buster. I was always a good student.” I yawn. “Just let me close my eyes for just a minute.”

  “Okay,” he agrees, matching my yawn. “Just for a minute.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.

  As we drift into bliss, I feel safer than I ever have in my entire life. Safe, loved, and at long last, sexually sated with a man. And to top it all off, I’m beginning to like myself.

  Chapter 21

  GET THE DOOR, will you? The pulse-chime has been going off all day, Nigel sniffs. It’s driving me crazy. He’s curled up next to Narnia, Jonas’s cat. She’s a saucy little gray and white pound cat. She bosses Nigel around but he thinks he’s her Cat God.

  “We’ve had a few deliveries, Nigel. Get over it.”

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  “Jonas is out there. You’ve sure got attitude,” I respond. “Now that you have a girlfriend, you think you’re all that.” I pick up the appetizers and head into the dining area.

  He follows after me, leaping gracefully to the dining table to sniff the food. I am all that. Always have been.

  I scoop him up in my arms and give him a squeeze before tossing him on the floor. “You are truly all that and then some.”

  “Happy late birthday, and here’s to restoration,” Jonas calls to our guests from the foyer. The “here’s to restoration” phrase is something we say at every holiday gathering for good luck. It’s become a cultural catchphrase.

  Jonas told me he was so bummed he missed my birthday I agreed to let him celebrate with me, a few months later.

  We’ve already rented a house until we can buy. Jonas wants to purchase land and build something but I don’t care—just so we’re together. We figured it wasn’t too soon to throw it down together since we’ve known each other for so many years. It seemed like the right thing to do and we both wanted a fresh, neutral reality—hence, the rental.

  “Hello, darling,” Magicka says as he sashays into the dining room. “Oh, this looks marvelous. Did you do all this?” He sweeps his hand around the room.

  “All my doing,” I say. I’ve decorated the room in springtime/birthday cheer. I used to hate my birthday. Not anymore. I suspect December tenth will become my favorite time of year when it rolls around next December, thanks to our practice run today. “You look good…as usual.” My eyes roam his attire. “What, you decided on one look today? No mixing it up Nuevo style?”

  “I’m going for simple, simple, simple today.” He’s dressed in jeans and a gold and black leather bomber jacket. His hair is swept back with product in a swirl à la James Dean, that cool actor from the mid-nineteen hundreds. Instead of the diamonds he sported along his upper lip, he’s now got rubies. A matching ruby stud is in his earlobe.

  “Honey, you can never be simple.” I reach out to give him a big squeeze.