Letting Go - a paranormal erotic tale (extract)

[image error] She went to him in the night.

She heard him moving about the house, sounds drifting downfrom upstairs. The rush and clunk of water in the ancient pipes, the bang ofthe bathroom cabinet, the buzz of his electric toothbrush. She heard all ofthese things, her senses fine-tuned. Alone in the house so much during the day,somehow things had become sharper for her, more intense.
Some things, anyway. Others: dulled, blurred, indistinct.
By the time she reached the bedroom he was flat on his back,the lights out.
He hadn't bothered to draw the curtains and the room was litby the cold blue light of the half moon.
She paused.
The bed was like a landscape in the eerie light. A whitesheet was twisted, half-covering him. His body looked as if it had beensculpted from marble, only a slight rise and fall of the chest betraying theillusion.
She almost turned and left, but she couldn't.
She was drawn to him.
She had to be here.
She had to join him.
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She lowered herself gently beside him, propping herself upon one elbow so that she could continue to study him.
His head was turned away from her, his dark brown hairlooking black in the moonlight, the stubble thick, several days' worth. Hischest was well-muscled, a thin covering of dark hair stretching from nipple tonipple, up to the notch where his breast-bones met, and down across a bellythat had once been taut six-pack but was now just a little more softly-defined.At his belly-button the hair thickened and then was lost beneath the whitetwist of sheet.
She reached for him, one finger, a long nail making gentlecontact with his chest. She pulled her hand towards herself, drawing the nailthrough his chest hair. He twitched. She hadn't expected him to be so well outof it, so quickly.
Her nail reached his nipple, scratched across it, and hetwitched again, opened his mouth as if to speak, then sighed, settled again.
She moved her finger back to the centre of his chest,dragged the nail down over his ribs, his belly, and finally pushed down beneaththe tangle of sheet.
There, where the hair thickened yet more, the side of herhand came up against the base of his cock. She pressed the flat of her handagainst him, teasing the beginning of his shaft, feeling it stiffen against herpalm.

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