Body and Soul: Pesky Paranormals

by Tawny Taylor

  Frustrated beyond belief, she muttered, “A ghost in a wine bottle? It’s…unexpected. What else did she sell you? A fairy in a pickle jar? Or maybe…oh…” The words she’d been about to say melted away as she watched him set the wine bottle down, reach between her legs and find her slit. Unfortunately, his light touches to her vulva did nothing but intensify the burning need churning deep inside her. She moaned.

  “What, love? A devil in a soda can?” he asked on a chuckle.

  “I can see that nasty little devil’s been released.”

  He scooted down lower, his head hovering above her pussy. “And about to do his naughtiest deed.”

  “I like naughty.” Aware of what was about to happen, she let her eyelids fall closed and her legs open to accommodate him.

  “So do I.” He parted her pussy’s outer lips with his fingers then flicked his tongue over her clit. The light, teasing touches sent bolts of pleasure zipping through her body, up toward her head, down to her toes, zigzagging everywhere in between. It felt like there were hundreds of little electrical currents buzzing through her body. As he continued, the little bolts became more intense, until she was dragging in uneven, heavy breaths, and soft moans slipped over her tongue with every exhalation. “That’s it, baby.” He slid first one then two fingers inside and hooked them until his knuckles gently scraped the sensitive upper wall.

  It was all she could do to refrain from screaming out. But in the back of her mind, she remembered they were outside, where shouts would travel far and possibly bring a host of unwanted spectators, living and dead alike. Instead, she bit down on her lip and gripped the blanket underneath her in two tense fists.

  He stopped teasing her clit with his tongue and she swore she’d die if he didn’t start again. “I’m going to go slow this time. I want to enjoy every moment.”

  “No, no, no! Please don’t stop.”

  “Patience, love. We have all our lives to enjoy each other. Let’s take our time.” He pistoned his fingers in and out several times then pulled them completely out. “Will you do something for me now?”

  In a haze of need, she waited but he didn’t speak. He didn’t touch her either. Finally, she opened her eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Will you take me in your mouth?”

  Her pussy throbbed as she imagined his cock slipping past her lips, his fingers twined in her hair, his hands gently urging her to take him deeper into her throat. “Yes, oh yes.”

  As if in a show of appreciation, he kissed her first. His tongue slipped into her mouth and twisted around her tongue, sharing the flavors of wine and her intimate parts. It was the most erotic, sensual flavor. She couldn’t get enough. As they kissed, he gently helped her sit up. Then he broke the kiss and kneeled before her, his glorious cock there for her pleasure.

  She was shy at first, gently cradling his balls in one hand while closing her fist around his cock. She yearned for him to take control, to push his thick cock into her mouth, to take her head in his hands and dictate her every movement. Curious to see how he was reacting, she tipped her head and glanced up.

  His face was a mask of tension. The lines of his jaw and neck were severe, drawn so tight they looked comical. He didn’t speak a word.

  “Show me,” she said softly. “I want to please you.”

  His eyelids heavy, he groaned and stroked her hair. As he nodded, he put one hand under his cock and lifted the tip to her lips. With the other hand, he pressed on the back of her head until her mouth was full of sweet cock.

  Eager to taste every bit of him, she twirled her tongue round and round the ridge at the head. She sucked and slurped, using her hand positioned against her lips, as an extension of her mouth. Slowly she relaxed her throat to take him deeper, deeper. Her pussy throbbed as his groans of pleasure reached her ears.

  A tug at the back of her head made her pull away but no sooner did the tip of his cock slip through her lips than it was pushed back inside, deep into her throat.

  “Yes, baby. That’s it. I love how you love me. You take all of me,” he chanted as he thrust his cock inside her mouth. One hand reached down to her breast. His fingers found her nipple and pinched, just hard enough to make her squirm with hunger. Her pussy was so achingly wet, she had to fill it. Seeing no other option, she reached one hand between her legs and touched herself. “Oh yes,” Rafe encouraged her. “Touch yourself as you take me in your mouth. Damn, you’re so sexy. Now kneel. I want to fuck your mouth and slap your ass.”

  He didn’t have to make that suggestion twice. She felt like she’d been freed, and not just free of the ghost who’d been haunting her for eons, but free from her reservations, free from old ideas about what sex was supposed to be. She was free to explore, to enjoy, to have fun!

  This was the way she wanted to spend the rest of her life, on her hands and knees, Rafe’s cock, hands and mouth giving her pleasure like she’d never known. Touching, stroking, kissing, biting.

  He gently thrust his cock into her mouth, at the same time reaching over her back, lifting her skirt and striking her ass with an open hand. A sharp slap sound cut through the air, making her jump slightly. Then the sting followed, not painful, just enough to quicken her heart rate. Her empty pussy pulsed.

  The second strike was just as sharp but he followed it with a gentle stroke. What a reward! Her mouth full of cock, she moaned with gratitude.

  The third smack to her rear end was softer and the caress to her ass lasted much longer, until she was literally melting and felt her elbows and knees would give out.

  He pulled his cock from her mouth and kissed her, his tongue taking its place, thrusting in and out in a constant rhythm. Unsteady, her entire being—body, soul and spirit—begging for completion, she reached up and clung to his shoulders. Eager to feel skin against skin, she leaned forward and pressed her chest against his.

  “I want to fuck you from behind.” He pressed on her shoulders, coaxing her to kneel back down. Shuddering, she complied. Her pussy was throbbing relentlessly, so wet that moisture was trailing down the inside of her thighs. “I want to touch your ass while I fuck you. Can I?” On his knees as well, he urged her to turn around.

  “Yes, oh yes.” Facing away from him, her tingling ass pressed against his groin, her fingers sinking into warm sand, she let her head fall forward. Breathless, she waited for him to sink his cock deep into her pussy. Her entire body, every minute part, awaited that magic moment.

  “Shoot! I need another rubber.”

  She didn’t look up as she felt him move away from her. Instead, she concentrated on every sensation as it penetrated the haze of need that cocooned her. The scents of water, sand, sex and man…and garlic…the glitter of red and gold lights behind her closed eyelids. The feel of the woolen blanket under her knees and the smooth sand under her palms, sifting through her fingers. The heat of the sun striking her back as he pushed her shirt up toward her shoulders. Even the crinkling of the rubber packaging was erotic at the moment.

  She was thrilled to feel the heat of his skin as it pressed against the backs of her thighs.

  “I’ve waited so long for this moment. I didn’t even know how much I’ve wanted it until now,” Rafe said, lifting her skirt again.

  “I did.” She dug her fingers into the sand. “Fuck me. Please. Now.” She held her breath.

  He pressed his cock against her perineum but didn’t penetrate her. “Just tell me one thing. I need to hear you say it. Tell me this won’t be the last time. Tell me we’re going to be together, in all ways.”

  “Yes, oh yes. I want that too.”

  “Good.” He buried his cock deep inside her pussy and she gasped, thankful for the instant feeling of fullness but equally eager to feel his withdrawal so she could enjoy the next thrust.

  To maximize the sensation, she tightened her inside muscles around him. The result was a low groan from both of them.

  He pulled out slowly, inch by delectable inch, then thrust back inside. Thanks to the a
ngle of his hips, the head of his cock pushed against the back wall of her vagina as it sunk deep inside, creating a current of warmth that pulsed up and out from her center. Her arms began trembling.

  “You’re so tight, love. So hot and wet and tight.” He drove his cock deep inside her, over and over and she rocked back to meet his every thrust.

  She bit back a cry as he pulled her ass cheeks apart with his fingers, then teased her anus. This was both heaven and hell, pleasure and pain. She wanted fulfillment yet strained to hold back, wishing to enjoy every heartbeat, every stroke, every sigh.

  Seeming to sense how close she was, he slowed his pace. What were wild thrusts became languid intimate caresses. Then he pulled out, scooted away and sat on the blanket. He had a naughty, sexy grin as he motioned for her to come to him. “I want to watch you come,” he said in a low growl.

  Raising her skirt, she lowered herself onto his cock until her rear end was resting on his thighs and his rigid shaft was as deep as it could go. They moaned in unison as she rhythmically tightened and relaxed her pussy, the muscles milking him. Their gazes locked, they moved as one, kissing, touching, caressing, bringing each other to the throes of climax then slowing just enough to avoid coming. Yet, even though they were physically joined, she craved more closeness, wished she could literally climb into his skin with him. The best she could do was loop her arms around his neck and lean forward until her breasts were pressed flat against his chest. She gripped the hair at the back of his head and dropped her head back.

  He whispered, “No, look at me. Don’t close me out.”

  It wasn’t easy but she lifted her head and opened her eyes. She felt almost drugged, as if all the sounds, smells, tastes and sights of lovemaking were a potent spell, not only burning her from the inside out but pulling her from her body.

  His eyelids were heavy too, partially covering his dark brown irises, as he gazed back at her. And his expression was strained as though he was clinging to his self-control by a thread. It might snap at any moment, just as hers was about to. As if it might help, she bit her lower lip.

  He reached up and traced her lip with his fingertip and she opened her mouth to draw it into her mouth. His gaze turned fiery as he guided her hips up and down with his free hand and watched her suckle his finger.

  That was it. She’d had enough waiting, had enough torture. She wanted release. Now. Working against the pace he was guiding her at, she sped up. Her arms braced against his shoulders as leverage, she rocked back and forth on him. His cock was deep, her pussy grating against his groin, creating a delightful friction against her clit. Her breaths filled her lungs in short gasps and emptied them in even shorter puffs. Her chest and stomach flushed. Her blood pounded in her ears. She stared at his face, his kiss-dampened mouth and hunger-filled eyes, and came.

  Small tremors turned into huge quakes as the long-awaited orgasm pulsed through her body. The shaking and glorious waves seemed to last an eternity as she clung to him, gasping.

  Just as they started to slow, she felt the muscles under the skin of his shoulders tighten. He grasped her hips, lifted them slightly then drove his cock up into her pussy in a frenzy of quick thrusts, each one met with a loud huff, as he found his own release. The motion intensified the spasms of her orgasm until she couldn’t help crying out. She rode wave upon wave of fluid, pulsing heat until she was exhausted and satisfied.

  Her body racked with tingles and twitches, she clung to him and drew in slow, deep breaths. The scents of man and sex filled her nostrils. Giddy, she smiled and kissed his chest. “That was… Wow.”

  “Yeah. Wow is right. I never thought… I mean I hoped…” One arm wrapped protectively around her neck, he stroked her back. “I’ve watched you, waiting for the chance to touch you. I’ve dreamed of feeling your hair slide through my fingertips, hearing you speak my name. I’ve wanted to gather you into my arms and hold you, to listen to your heartbeat and your soft breathing in the dark when I wake up and can’t fall back asleep. I’ve wanted to see that look in your eyes again, the one you gave me the day you fell in the swimming pool.”

  “You have not.” Her cheeks warming, one side of her face resting against his chest, she swatted at him. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

  “Better about what? Making love?” He cupped her chin and gently lifted it until she looked up at his face.

  She had to admit, he looked genuinely confused. “Better about making love and then ditching me,” she explained.

  His expression changed from bemused to exasperated. “Ditching you? There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go that easy. So don’t even try pulling some escape act. It won’t work. For one, I know where you live.”

  She almost couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was as if he’d read her mind and knew what words to speak to melt her heart. As she bent her head again, closed her eyes and listened to the steady thump, thump of his heart, she felt herself falling in love, falling harder than she’d ever allowed herself to before. “I was afraid to believe any of this could ever happen.”

  “You have nothing to be afraid of now. I’m sure the ghosts are gone.”

  At the moment, his cock deep still inside, his bulk pressed firmly against her, his right arm wrapped around her waist, she felt adored and protected, free to speak what she’d hidden even from herself. “Jeremy wasn’t the only reason why I was afraid. In fact, he was sort of my guardian, now that I think about it. Since the end of that marriage I’ve been fearful.”

  “Of what?” he asked, continuing to shower her head and neck with little tickly kisses. “What were you most afraid of?” His cock was still deep inside her but he remained still. The intimate contact left her feeling very close to him, very vulnerable yet connected too, not just physically but emotionally and spiritually as well.

  “I guess I didn’t want to be hurt again. I didn’t want to suffer another broken heart, feel that horrible, sick nauseous churning in my belly the moment when I saw that look in a man’s eye again—the look that said he didn’t care about me anymore. Maybe I let Jeremy stick around—heck, for all I know I forced him to stick around—as a safeguard against heartbreak. If I couldn’t sleep with a man, he wouldn’t get close. And if I didn’t get close, I couldn’t be hurt.”

  “I understand. In a way, Annabelle did the same for me,” he admitted. “I can’t talk to you this way. I need to see your eyes.” He pulled his semi-flaccid cock from her body, disposed of the condom in a paper bag, pulled up his pants and backed away from her, palming her face between his hands. His thumbs gently stroked her lips. “She was a convenient scapegoat, a way for me to avoid what I wasn’t ready to face yet. But I’m not afraid anymore.”

  “Neither am I.”

  “I want this—us—to work. That’s why I went back to that psychic. I didn’t know if her spell would work. Who would’ve thought some garlic, a circle drawn in the sand, an old bottle of wine and little bit of fire would chase away a ghost? I hoped it would. I didn’t want to take a chance of losing you. I have a feeling this is going to be more than either of us expected.”

  “Me too.”

  “I want to fall asleep every night by your side and wake up with you beside me every morning. I want to make love to you and spoil you and romance you until your every fear is a distant memory and you can’t remember a day spent without me. I want to visit this place ten, fifteen, twenty years from now and relive this day.”

  That was it. What woman stood a chance against a man who had so much heart, so much passion? He had her heart, whether he knew it or not.

  “Just promise me one thing,” she whispered as she leaned in and clung to him. “If something happens one day and, God forbid, you die before I do, promise me you’ll haunt me to my last day.”

  “It’s a promise.” He gathered her into his arms and held her close.

  They spent the rest of the afternoon celebrating by making love. They talked in their secret oasis in the park, about life and l
ove and the future. And they joked about converting their duplex back into a single family residence.

  They would paint one bedroom red for Jeremy and one bedroom blue for Annabelle, just in case they decided to return for a visit, which they both agreed was unlikely. If nothing else, the rooms would be a tribute to two spirits who’d done what was necessary to bring them together, by trying to keep them apart.

  Fire and water couldn’t keep them apart and they had proven it.

  The End

  About the author:

  Nothing exciting happens in Tawny Taylor’s life, unless you count giving the cat a flea dip—a cat can make some fascinating sounds when immersed chin-deep in insecticide—or chasing after a houseful of upchucking kids during flu season. She doesn’t travel the world or employ a staff of personal servants. She’s not even built like a runway model. She’s just your run-of-the-mill, pleasantly plump Detroit suburban mom and wife.

  That’s why she writes, for the sheer joy of it. She doesn’t need to escape, mind you. Despite being run-of-the-mill, her life is wonderful. She just likes to add some...zip.

  Her heroines might resemble herself, or her next door neighbor (sorry Sue) but they are sure to be memorable (she hopes!). And her heroes—inspired by movie stars, her favorite television actors or her husband—are fully capable of delivering one hot happily-ever-after after another. Combined, the characters and plots she weaves bring countless hours of enjoyment to Tawny...and she hopes to readers too!

  In the end, that’s all the matters to Tawny, bringing a little bit of zip to someone else’s life.

  Tawny welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora‘s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, Ohio 44224.