Page 78 of Bad Witch

It all came rushing back to me then, that he’d brought me here to his quarters last night, that he’d told me to let go, that he’d carry it all for me. His warm gaze looked a little tired. “You stayed awake all night in case someone tried to get hold of me, didn’t you?”

“I told you I would. You passed out. You needed the sleep more than I do.”

He had rolled to his side, facing me. His muscled chest and arms were out of the covers, his auburn hair was down around his strong shoulders, and tattoos swirled over his deeply tanned skin. He was beautiful. Breathtaking in fact. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, but I wouldn’t say no to a good-morning kiss.”

His voice was so rough and low that his words melted over me like warm honey sliding down my belly and curling between my thighs. Yes, I wanted to kiss him, badly. Lifting to my elbows, I leaned forward. Fender fell back, while his fingers curled around the nape of my neck and up into my hair. He smiled up at me, flashing his white teeth and pointed fangs, and I shivered, then closed the space between us.

As soon as our mouths touched, my pulse exploded into a rapid beat. His other arm slid around my waist, and he applied a little pressure. I dropped down on top of him with a gasp when my softer body mashed against his much hotter and harder one.

The kiss quickly grew deeper, wilder. I didn’t want it to stop. Before Fender, I’d never done anything like this. Without a frame of reference, I couldn’t definitively say if this was the best kiss that anyone had ever had in the history of kisses, but it certainly felt like it.

Fender’s body was beneath me, but somehow he cocooned me, his strong arms were holding me in place, one hand sliding up and down my back while the other drifted into my hair. One of his legs had hooked over one of mine, and he’d eased my legs apart. For some reason, that just made my core ache all the more. I was on top, but he was in control. I was the one who kissed him, but his mouth was owning mine.

Should I love this as much as I did? Again, I had no way of knowing if this was what usually happened, but I liked it, so very much. I slid my hands up his sides, over his ribs, moaning at the feel of his scaldingly hot, smooth skin, then higher over his chest where it wasn’t smooth but covered in a dusting of hair, and I loved the feel of that as well.

Oh goddess, I wanted more. I wanted what he’d done to me on his couch the last time I was in his quarters. “Fender, please, I need…I need…” Before I finished searching for the right thing to say, his hand slid down over my butt. Then around to undo my pants. I shoved them down frantically. Lust had taken hold of me and I didn’t even try to be coy. Why would I, when this felt so good?

“You wanna come, peaches?”

I panted, nodding as he slid his hand inside my underwear. “Yes, I want that. I want…I need your fingers inside me, Fender. I need it.”

“Then you got it,” he growled.

I gasped again as he parted my folds with sure, thick fingers and slid one inside me. I cried out, my hips rocking forward on their own. It felt so good, so incredibly good.

“That’s it, ride my fingers,” Fender said as he slid in a second.

That felt even better. I’d never ridden anyone’s fingers before, but I was pretty sure this was what he meant, going by the rumbling vibrations rolling through his chest and the growls of approval that seemed to make me want him even more.

Somehow, he was inside me, while his thumb applied pressure to my clitoris, and the combination was bone-meltingly good. The intense feeling grew hot like wildfire through my body. I spread my legs wider, rocking my hips faster, and held my breath. A cry of surprise burst free, and my inner muscles clutched and released frantically around his fingers, wringing a scream of pure joyful pleasure from me.

“Up,” Fender growled, his hand lightly tapping my butt. “On my face,” he said, a note to his voice I’d never heard before. Gods, it was so deep with lust, he barely sounded like himself.

Panting, I looked down at him. “I don’t…what do you want me to do?”

He squeezed my bottom and flared his nostrils. “I want you to sit on my face, peaches, now.”

“What?” I burst out. “Why would you want that?”

He laughed, rough and sexy. “I want to taste that pussy, Tempest.”

“How can that be enjoyable?” I shook my head. “If you’re just doing it because you think⁠—”

“I want to do it because I fucking love to eat pussy, peaches.” He kissed me, deep and hard, then pressed his forehead to mine. “I really want to ease you into this, but after the way you just came around my fingers screaming my name, I gotta have it now. You gonna let me taste you, baby? You gonna let me make you scream for me again?”

Dear gods, the way he said it, the look in his eyes… He truly wanted to do it. He wanted to…to taste me. “What if I suffocate you?”

He laughed again, lower and rougher than before. “Then I’ll die a happy male.” I opened my mouth to tell him that wasn’t funny. “First, I’m immortal, so even if it was possible for you to cut off my oxygen supply, I’ll be fine. Secondly, that’s not going to happen, because despite what you think, you weigh nothing. I can lift you easily, something I’d love to demonstrate if you’ll just sit on my face, Tempest. Please, right the fuck now, before I lose my damned mind.”

I blinked down at him. He seemed to really want this. How the heck would I know if this was what people did? I hadn’t had time to read the new section in the Matildas’ grimoire. I did know that lovers were supposed to make each other feel good. He’d done that for me, and if having a female sit on his face made Fender feel good, then who was I to argue? He’d rebutted my argument with sound logic. I could grin and bear it if this was what he really wanted. “Okay, I’ll do it⁠—”

I shrieked as he hauled me up his body as if I literally weighed nothing, then set me right there on his face. I grabbed for the headboard, so I didn’t crush his head.

Fender’s hands went to my outer thighs, then slid lower, and he took my weight, again as if I was not the substantial size I was.

Okay, this was fine, I could sit here for a while if that’s what he wanted, I guess—his mouth closed over me. Oh…okay. Well, this actually felt quite nice.