Sensitive

by Sommer Marsden

  “Nothing,” Alex said. His fingers twined in my hair and he tugged me forward, pressing his mouth to mine once more. The tiny bite of pain pushed me past my reasonable senses and I stood in the road outside my new home and ran my fingers along a stranger’s jean fly. His cock jumped under the denim, responding to my bold touch.

  “No, not nothing. Who are you? You know I’m a sensitive, you anticipate an issue with the dead folk over there and then you’re in my head reading my dirty—very, very dirty—thoughts about you. And now you’re kissing me,” I said, letting him kiss me some more.

  “Yes, it’s nice. It’s as nice as I imagined.” His hands had now found their way to my breasts and he stroked his thumbs over the two hard points through my gray swing cardigan. I was such a slut. But that was okay. I deserved this after the year I’d had.

  And the coming issue. I knew it was coming because that tinkling sound was back in my head and my whole body was tingling with energy.

  “Imagined?”

  “Imagined,” Alex confirmed.

  I grabbed at him. Being in the vicinity of a boat-load of psychic energy basically turns me into a teenager again. There is never enough food, sex, drink or hormones to satisfy me. I touched his hard arms and his chest, his thighs and his neck. I stroked his stubbly cheek and painted his plump bottom lip with my fingertip, all while trying to make my brain work. “Imagined as in never have done it before?”

  Now my hand was on his button and I popped it. Realizing he was wearing button fly jeans, I grinned and tugged and made the others surrender too.

  “Maybe we should go inside your home,” he said softly and matter-of-factly.

  “Maybe we should,” I agreed. “But answer me first.”

  “No. I’ve never kissed a woman before.”

  “A man?” I asked, pushing my fingers into his boxer briefs. Feeling the heat of his skin under my fingers.

  “Nope.”

  “Who are you?” I asked again.

  Alex tugged my hand from his jeans and pulled me toward my front door. “Yeah, about that.

  See…”

  “What?” I yelped getting frustrated. “What, what, what?”

  He pulled me into the foyer, pushed me to the wall and kissed me again. His hands now the rowdy, roaming ones. “I’m an angel incarnate,” he said.

  I wrapped my hand around his cock, thumbed the tip, kissed him back and tried to sound irate and shocked. “Hunh,” I said.

  Chapter Two

  “I’m not as bad as you think,” I said. I mean, wanting sex wasn’t bad per se, but attacking a veritable stranger in the street and yanking his clothes off was mildly bad.

  “I know. You become insatiable. You become overheated. You become—Holy moly!” Alex breathed. I had his balls in one hand and his cock in the other and my lips were branding little spots all over his neck.

  “Yeah?”

  “I had no idea. No wonder you people are aroused all the time.” His hands were back on my bottom, squeezing, kneading, patting. He even gave me a sharp crack that made my pussy flicker with arousal and I yelped. Ass man. Totally.

  “You people?”

  “Humans,” he said. Alex trapped my hair in his hand, gathering it all in one big fist and he tugged so that my head fell back. His mouth worked a hot line of kisses up my throat and he rested his tongue over my pulse. The slippery sensation of his tongue was intense, I was pretty sure I would come if I even breathed too hard.

  I snorted. “You’re human. I mean, look, I see no wings, but there is no doubt that I see this.” I squeezed his cock in my hand and pushed my pelvis to his leg so he could feel the heat of my body. His throat worked but no sound escaped him.

  “Trust me. I know I look human. And I am corporeal at the moment but—”

  “Yeah?” I dropped to my knees, reminding myself that my body had pretty much been hijacked.

  It was all the psychic energy. The swirling vortex of power created by who knew how many deceased folk, many of them lingering, right across the road. I would not, not, let myself worry at this moment if I could actually live here, after all. I had the presence of mind to get my read on Alex and…he felt genuine and true. But I would not worry. Because I was too busy licking his hard-on so that he danced like my brawny little puppet against the stone wall of my foyer.

  “Oh, my goodness. Are you supposed to put your mouth there?” he said, but his words were so soft they were barely audible.

  I couldn’t help but laugh, my mouth full of him. I lapped at the slit on the tip of his cock until his fingers grasped at the crumbling mortar and he was breathing like he was going to have a baby. “You can. It’s just one of many places we people put our mouths.” I traced the vein down the length of his shaft with the very rigid tip of my tongue and my pussy thumped in time with my pulse. God, I wanted this crazy man who thought he was an angel and very might well be. My only saving grace—in my heart—was that I had wanted him before the full throttle power of the cemetery had crashed down over me.

  I would have wanted him anyway.

  Finally, Alex the angel shed his loose, long duster and I could see him. Lean through the waist and hips, broad shouldered, flat bellied. I stared a beat too long and he looked down at himself. “What?

  Do I look okay?”

  “Jesus,” I said, flabbergasted that he’d even ask that.

  He waggled a finger at me. “Careful.” His smile set off my bells and whistles and my pussy beat with an impatient rhythm. My stomach had twisted in on itself with excitement, my panties were wet, my heart felt fit to beat right out of my chest.

  “Sorry. Very sorry to his urm…His Holiness. I’m not very religious. I think I’m spiritual but not religious. I believe a whole lot of stuff all smushed together like when you squish bread up into a ball.

  Take all kinds of beliefs and religions and stuff and just mash them all…” I was babbling. How did I shut up?

  Alex fixed it. He nodded and said, “Perfectly acceptable where I come from.

  Encouraged, really. Searching is good, believing what is in your heart is good.” I struggled to my feet and he pinned my hands above my head on the foyer wall and kissed me hard, his naked cock pressed to the front of my favorite holey jeans. Alex was getting the hang of this attraction thing.

  “Really?” I shimmied my hips, trying to signal to him to help me out of my jeans.

  Pronto! It didn’t work. So I pushed with all my might until he released my hands. Then I took his hands and put them on the button of my jeans. Those startling blue eyes met mine and he grinned. That grin made me dance in place faster.

  “Yes, really,” he said. “It’s humans’ rule that everyone has to have the same outlook. Not ours.”

  He tugged and finally—blissfully—I was free of my jeans. Alex tugged my panties, little yellow ones with lime green polka dots, and they surrendered to his manly angel hands. He dropped to his knees and leaned into me, inhaling like I was a fine perfume. My body pebbled with goose bumps, my cunt gave an encouraging slide of my juices. He was going to put his angelic tongue to my clit and then I was pretty sure I was going to die.

  But he froze.

  “Maybe I shouldn’t do this,” he said. I could see his pink tongue flashing in the moist humid wonder of his mouth and I almost screamed.

  “What? Why? What?” I yelped.

  “I mean, isn’t this basically taking advantage of you? You are not yourself. It’s the proximity of all the collective energy and the power of sanctified earth. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera,” he went on and on and on and all I could see was his tongue in his mouth. The tongue I wanted on me, not babbling about sacred ground and dead people.

  “No, it’s fine. I want it.” I stroked his jaw, trying to be gentle and not just grab his face and force him to do my bidding. “I really, really, really want it. Bad. Promise.” So help me God, I even crossed my heart for him. Like I was taking the sacred oath of sex or something.

  “But—”


  I dropped to my knees, my jeans almost tripping me because they were still trapped around my knees. “Listen, I’m going to be painfully, embarrassingly honest with you, okay?”

  “Okay,” he said.

  “I wanted you before the whole graveyard mojo came washing over me. You were very handsome—albeit weird—walking down the road that way. Like you were…hey!

  Were you drawn to me?”

  “I chose you,” he said.

  “Come again?” My ears were listening but my hands were not. I pushed his boxer briefs down and plucked the clothes from him and myself.

  Alex said, “I chose you. You were on the docket, so to speak, and I thought you looked interesting. I chose a body and—”

  I ran my hand up his abs and hummed. “You chose this?” I said, pushing his shirt up and helping him out of it. We needed to get the fucking back on track. ASAP.

  “Yes, it looked good and sturdy.” He took my hand and put it on his cock. His eyes drifted shut for a moment and he looked very much like a man who was indeed in heaven.

  “I’ll say. Good and sturdy, for sure,” I said. “But back to where we were. Not to be pushy—but I will.” I stood and he was still there on his knees. Looking up at me, cobalt blue eyes full of anticipation and wonder. It was rather stunning in an emotional kind of way. He was like an earth virgin. Or a stark raving mad man, it was an either/or at the moment.

  “Right. Are you sure I’m not taking advantage?” He was already half way to me, his finger parting my pussy lips to reveal the flushed, swollen nub of my clit.

  I stopped breathing but managed a breathy, “I’m sure.”

  He set his tongue to me, licking me gently at first like he feared hurting me. I pushed my hands into his hair, tugging him just hard enough to spur him on. I wanted him to know how good it felt and that he was doing well. It seemed important. “You sure you’ve never done this before?” I gasped when he flattened his tongue and broadly stroked it over my pussy lips and then my clitoris.

  Alex laughed and the laughter rumbled up through my pelvis, setting me a bit closer to a release I could barely fathom. My body was loose and warm and tingling like I was being electrocuted by this wonderful, beautiful man. For all I knew, I was.

  He draped my leg over his shoulder and pushed my hips to the wall to hold me steady. The stance opened me wide and instinctively or through divine guidance, Alex pushed his fingers into my wetness, testing my pussy, brushing my G-spot and other magical bundles of nerves with his long fingers. Piano player fingers. Harp-er playing fingers, I thought and then snorted.

  He froze.

  “Carry on!” I said. “Don’t mind me.”

  “Is it okay?” he asked, gazing up at me. His plump lips were wet with my nectar, his teeth flashed in the darkening air. If he had sprouted wings in that moment, I would not have been shocked.

  He was that stunning to look at.

  “You passed okay when you kissed me. It’s…heavenly.”

  He grinned and put his mouth back to my pussy. The break had done strange things to me and when he restarted his wet ministrations, everything was more sensitive, more intense. I came, my cunt milking his fingers so hard that he stopped to simply watch my face. I curled my fingers on his warm skin and held on for dear life as the orgasm rolled through me, my nipples hard in the cool air of my new home.

  “Wowza,” I said.

  “Is that good?”

  “No. Good is good. Wowza is…” I held my hand high above my head. “This far above good.”

  He did look proud and that made me laugh. I patted him down like a prisoner.

  “What are you looking for?”

  “Wallet? Condom in the wallet? Are you packing. We have to hurry.” The tinkling in my head had increased and my skin was crawling with psychic energy. Something was going to happen and it wasn’t an orgasm.

  “Hurry, why?”

  I made a rolling motion with my hands like never mind. “Condom?”

  He shrugged, “I don’t need one. And I don’t have a wallet. I am an angel. I can’t—”

  “I totally believe you about being an angel and all—” And I pretty much did, believe it or not,

  “but I don’t mess with that stuff. So we really, really need a condom.” I wildly surveyed my wreck of a house. Taped up boxes as far as the eye could see. What a fucking mess. How? How was I going to find a teeny tiny condom in this train wreck?

  Alex had his eyes closed, his dark hair tousled around his face from going down on me. He looked so sexy and sweet I could only stare before barking, “What are you doing?”

  He held up a finger, eyes still closed. Then he bent to his discarded jeans and rifled the pockets.

  He pulled a green foil wrapper free and said, “Is this right?”

  I snatched it from him, flabbergasted, “Yes, how—”

  “Manifested it. Now what do I do with it?” he asked, taking it from me.

  I grabbed it back. I was so out of my mind hot and bothered I had no time for this.

  “Let me. I’ll show you later.” I had him sheathed and ready in seconds and then, thank god for foyer tables, Alex laid me back on my distressed, barn-red table and spread my legs for me. He took his time, staring at me, touching me.

  “You’re very pretty. Beautiful. You look like the dark-haired girls in the paintings.

  Long locks, rosy nipples,” he said, stroking my nipples so that they rose up, delicately hard under his fingertips. “Gorgeous curves and perfect skin.” He petted my hips and laid a kiss on my belly and I just watched.

  My throat felt too small, my heart too big, my pussy so, so wet. I finally, took his hand and put it between my thighs for him to feel how much I wanted him. “Please, Alex,” I said. “We can be slow and sure and lazy next time.”

  He smiled at me and pushed himself between my legs. Angling himself just so with great concentration, Alex rubbed the sheathed head of his cock against me. I twisted on the table, trying to touch him and trying to still myself all at once. My body ate up the rumbling electric sensation of him, absorbing it and wanting more. It was reminiscent of what I felt in the vicinity of a spirit but times ten.

  The tingling power was augmented with an intense kind of joy. Between the cemetery and the angel I was a puppet on a string. Or more like it, a naked puppet on the table.

  “You’re very pretty. You blossom like a rose when you want sex,” he said. He rubbed more firmly, the head of him slipping into my wet pussy and his voice slipped from awed to overwhelmed.

  “Oh,” he said.

  “Yes, oh,” I said, managing to snag his big forearms in my hands. I tugged, settling Alex the angel over me in the good old missionary position. “Sorry, but I think missionary gets a bad rap. It gets all the right spots hit—and hit hard—for me. I would personally like to thank the missionaries one day for their sexual position.”

  I grabbed his very hard, very divine ass and tugged him so that he instinctively moved against me. Alex caught on, his hands tangled in my hair and he stroked my throat with his thumbs as he kissed me. He moved slowly, He moved slowly, taking it all in at once and bringing pleasure with each thrust.

  His tongue was sweet on mine and his fingers gave off mild blips and shocks that coursed through my body.

  “That is just going to make me come harder,” I sighed as if admitting defeat.

  “What?”

  “Your natural juice. Your charge,” I tried to explain.

  He looked so baffled that I laughed.

  “Forgive me if I’m rude but this body is telling me…” Alex hung his head, jaw tight with tension.

  “Telling me that I need…”

  “Need?”

  Alex shook his head. “Forgive me, Harper,” he said and grabbed my ankles. There was that feel of sliding along wood for an instant and my stomach bottomed out like I was on an amusement park ride. Then he my ankles were at his shoulders and his gas-flame blue eyes were pinned to the sight of his cock slamming into
me over and over again. Alex was out of words. Alex was all action.

  I gave myself over to the sensation of him. He was big and hard and he filled me perfectly, the tip of him nudging my G-spot over and over so that the long, slow build to orgasm was exquisite. I gripped the edge of my vintage table and bit my lip, my heart jumping as my body grew wetter and slicker and closer to coming.

  “Forgive me,” he said again and crushed down on me. His lips desperate and hot on mine, he kissed me, pinning me under himself and my own legs, bent impossibly high. But it opened me wide as he drove into me, the friction of his urgent pounding rubbing my clit until I was grasping at his skin like it could save me from my own pleasure. Alex came with very little sound at all. The intensity of it seemed to steal his very voice, but my orgasm was loud enough for both of us.