I guess I thought it would creep me out to know he’s out there, but I feel oddly…safe. I feel certain he’s not going to hurt me, so maybe he could keep away anyone whowould. My eyesscan the windows on the wall on the other side of the room, and I start to feel a tingle low in my belly that’s almost embarrassing.
My mind has gone…interesting places. I can’t help thinking about the way I felt last night, when I woke up with Gabriel’s voice in my ear. It was like having him in this bed with me. It was like having him whisper to me while he touched me.Canhe touch me?
Gabriel? I think his name, wondering if it’ll bring him near the way it did when I spoke his name out loud. But the room is still, quiet, none of the shadows shifting.
Movement outside catches my attention. I can barely make it out in the darkness, but I think I see a slight shimmer among the trees. As I watch, one of the shadows in the woods begins to spread, that black smoke that I now know is somehow tied to Gabriel’s emotions. Does that mean he’s happy? Or excited?
I bite my lip, reconsidering my plan. I must have lost my mind. But honestly, that orgasm I had last night was the best orgasm I’ve had in a while, and well, if Gabriel can do that with just his mind…? Do Shadow People have dicks? Shadow dick?
The shadow outside shifts, and I think I can make out his eyes, those onyx globes, but I might be just imagining that I can see them, as I know generally where they would be located in relation to the rest of him. Shoving my blanket down to my knees, I lift my shirt up just enough to run my hand along my bare stomach. I sigh, immediately feeling heat between my legs.
My last boyfriend told me I needed sex too much. He told me women shouldn’t be so horny all the time, and the fact that I wanted it every single day meant there was something wrong with me.
But it doesn’tfeellike there’s anything wrong with me. It just feels like my body is ready tofeelall the time. Not even just sexual things. It’s everything. A cold breeze, the ripple on thesurface of the water, the burn of a crackling fire. I’ve just always been sosensitive, and it’s never felt like something bad.
Shoving my shirt up to my neck, I bite my lip at the feel of the open air on my nipples. They harden, and I reach up to pinch one, tugging it in my fingers and bucking my hips at how good it feels.Touch me, I tell Gabriel in my head, but that’s clearly not how this thing works because the shadow outside the window never moves. He doesn’t come to me. He doesn’t reach out with his mind and slide along my skin the way he did last night.
But I can’t bring myself to open my mouth and ask him to. So, I decide to entice him instead. Keeping my eyes firmly locked on where I think his are, I slide my panties down my legs and toss them aside. From where he’s standing, I don't think he has a very good view. So I shift, turning enough that when I let my legs fall open, I know he has a perfect shot of my pussy.
Just knowing he’s watching, being certain of it this time, makes me wet. I slip my hand between my legs and find my clit, moaning as I start to circle it.
Something washes over me like a cloud. It settles against my skin like raindrops, but when they land, all I feel is happiness, eagerness, desire. It’s him. Somehow, I can feel everything he’s feeling.
And it’s making me wetter.
An intelligible sound escapes me, like a whine, but even I have to admit it’s his name. “Gabriel,” coming out of me in a high-pitched noise.
He’s there beside me in a second, the shape of him stark against the other shadows in the room.
Beautiful girl…he whispers into my mind, and my mouth falls open on a gasp. It’s not like a whisper. His words, they’re like a caress to my mind.
“Please,” I finally force myself to say out loud.
He doesn’t ask me what I want. He doesn’t have to. That thing he does with his mind, it touches me, sending a shockwave from my nipples down to my clit. God, I don’t know how he does that, but it’s like he’s touching me everywhere, setting me on fire from the inside out. The pressure curls around my clit, and I dig my toes into the mattress, my body bowing off the bed.
Is that good?
“Yes,” I practically shout, all insecurities gone with the wind. “Yes, right there, you’re doing so well.” I don’t know where the words come from, but they spill out of me.
When I turn my face toward him, I see the shimmer of him, like prickles of starlight against the darkness. What I’ve said has clearly made him happy. His desire is almost palpable.
“Is that what you like?” I ask, aware of the almost painful pleasure between my legs as much as I’m aware of his delight spilling over me in waves.
He nods, his eyes locked on mine.I’m doing a good job?
The way he asks, his voice shaking with nerves, makes me grin up at the ceiling. Does Gabriel need to be praised? If so, I can definitely make that happen for him. “Such a good boy,” I whisper, and he lights up. Well, as much as a Shadow Person can light up. He glitters with rainbow colors.
Can I…Can I touch you?he asks, sounding breathless, which doesn’t even make sense because he’s in my head. Can thoughts lose their breath?
Between my legs, I’m dripping, my clit thrumming like every ounce of my blood is pulsing there. If he can touch me, will it get even more intense?
“Yes,” I whisper, uncertainty curling into the pit of my stomach. What am I doing? This is a person I don’t even know, and he’s not even human! He is literally a living shadow, and I’m going to let him pleasure me?
His arm snakes out, black as charcoal, and his hand moves between my legs, covering mine. I gasp, shocked by how solid he feels. Part of me thought he might go right through me like a ghost, but he doesn’t. He’s warm like a human, and his soft fingers graze mine like a human. I move my hand out of the way, and when his fingers find my clit, I throw my head back and groan. I grab onto his arm and rock my hips against his hand. It feels so good, having someone’s hands on me after such a long time.
With my grip around his wrist, I push him a little lower, until two of his fingers are sinking into me, the heel of his hand pressing hard against my clit.
Am I doing it right?
