Page 56 of Bad Witch

She turned a little on my lap, her arms sliding cautiously around my neck. I shuddered from the feel of her so close, of her holding me as well. She pressed closer still, and the soft mounds of her breasts were hot against my chest. Fucking hell. This was torture and utter fucking bliss. Her round ass was cushioned on my lap, and I was trying really hard to control my dick, but it wasn’t easy when she was perched right on top of it.

The longer we kissed, and for now, it was gentle, lingering brushes of our lips, the more Tempest grew in confidence. Her fingers slid around the side of my throat, and I teased the seam of her lips with my tongue. She moaned against my mouth and finally opened for me, letting me in. When her tongue tentatively touched mine, all control over my cock vanished, and it flooded hotly with blood until it was rock hard.

Tempest wriggled on my lap. “Oh.”

“Ignore it,” I said against her lips.

“It’s…it feels⁠—”

“My dick is staying where it is, peaches. Ignore it,” I said again.

Her face was an inch from mine, and her eyes flared as she wriggled again. “Um.”

“What are you thinking? Communication, remember?”

She blinked up at me. “It feels really big…maybe too big.”

“Don’t think about it,” I said, instead of telling her she had nothing to worry about because she was made for me, and because of that we would fit together perfectly when the time was right. “Sex is off the table, right? At least for now.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

I had to make one more thing clear before we went any further. “Like I already said, you know best what you like, and if you don’t know, we can work it out together, but that also means no grinning and bearing it or pretending you like something when you don’t.” She started to shake her head, but I kept going. “I see you, Tempest.” I brushed my thumb over her lips. “You don’t like making waves or showing what you’re feeling. You hide behind your pretty smile to avoid dealing with shit. No hiding from me, yeah? This is too important.”

Her entire body had stilled, then she blinked up at me. I’d shocked her, but I’d been right.

She swallowed thickly, but then nodded. “Okay.”

“Good, now you gonna kiss me again?” I said, to stop her from getting in her own head about it, and because I wanted her mouth badly. Not that she could miss it, the beast had taken hold of my vocal cords again.

She licked her lips, her eyes filling with excitement, and she nodded. Then her mouth was on mine again, this time with more confidence. We kissed for what felt like hours. I’d never just kissed a female, and never as long as this. I should be going out of my mind, but I was seriously into it, giving Tempest whatever she needed for however long she needed was my whole world. What I wanted didn’t factor in my mind at all.

But then she pressed her tits into me again, and her nipples grazed my chest. I couldn’t help but slide my hand up her waist, and I nearly fucking whimpered when she immediately made room for me, allowing me to take one of her full, soft tits in my hand.

I massaged. “Feels good?” I asked against her lips.

“Y-yes,” she said breathlessly.

I continued to make out with her, playing with her tits while she moaned against my mouth and wriggled on my lap. The scent of her pussy was heavy now, rich, a deeper, more mouth-watering version of Tempest’s already addictive scent. She was wet for me, really fucking wet. I wanted to taste her so badly, but that would be jumping several steps.

Tempest moaned and squeezed her thighs together. Oh yeah, her pussy was primed. She did it again, and the needy sound she made had my cock trying to punch through my jeans.

“You need something, Temp?”

She was panting when she pressed her forehead to mine and nodded. “I think so, yes.”

“Tell me.”

She slid her thighs together and squeezed again, then shuddered. Her face was already flushed from how turned on she was, but now it grew a deeper shade of pink. “I…I need…” She dropped her face to my shoulder, hiding from me. “Don’t make me say it.”

I rubbed her back. “You want me to touch you, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You aching, peaches?” I asked, somehow managing words past the lust clogging my throat.

“Yes.”

“If you want me to touch your pussy, baby, you need to let me in.” Her thighs relaxed instantly, and I chuckled. “I’m gonna lay you on the couch, okay?”