Page 47 of Bewitched

She giggled. “That tickles.”

“I also like your nose and your cheeks.” He kissed the tip of her nose and then kissed her on the cheek.

“What about my mouth?” she asked anxiously, relaxing and seeming to enjoy this game.

“This mouth?” he asked, kissing her lips. When the kiss broke, he took her bottom lip gently in his teeth and then released it.

“I’m surprised such a big man like you can be so gentle. I didn’t expect it,” she admitted, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his erection, giving it a squeeze. “Oooo, it’s so hard.”

“Ah... yeeeees,” he said, taking her hand in his. “I didn’t expect such an innocent girl like you to be so bold on the first time.”

“I’m curious by nature and also a fast learner.” Her smile was intoxicating. Almost as intoxicating as the strong, sweet scent of the lilies. All Rhys could think about, now that she touched him in this manner, was what it would feel like to be inside her.

He slowly ran his hand down to her breast, putting his mouth to her nipple and suckling her, using his lips and tongue to stimulate her. She squirmed beneath his touch.

“Something’s happening,” she said in a breathy whisper.

“That’s the idea,” he told her, repeating his action on the other side.

“Oooooo, I like that. It makes me tingle.” Her back arched and she threw back her head. He didn’t need to instruct her after all it seemed. She was progressing nicely on her own.

“If you like that, then how about this?” He gently ran his hand up her leg, cupping her womanly mound with his palm. Then he worked his own manly magic on her, using his fingers to tease her as he played with her womanly folds. She moistened quickly. This only made him more excited than he already was. Daringly, he entered her, using just the tip of his finger.

“More, Rhys. I want more.” She grabbed his hand and pulled it toward her, until his entire finger was inside. “Ooooh, yeeeessss,” she cooed, with her eyes closed and her head thrown back. He slid another finger into her, being guided by her own liquid passion. Sliding them in and out, he used his thumb at the same time to play with her sensitive nub.

“Rhys,” she said, her breathing becoming labored. “I—I feel like something else is happening now.”

“You are awakening sexually, Medea. You will climb to your peak and then find your release. Don’t fight it, sweetheart. It will be a pleasurable experience, I assure you.”

She started to move her hips on her own, meeting the thrusts of his hand in a unified rhythm. Aye, she was ready to accept him now, and he was more than ready to make love with her.

Climbing atop her, he made sure to hold himself up so he wouldn’t smash her with his weight. “If this hurts at all, just tell me and I’ll stop,” he whispered, getting in position, feeling so excited that he was about to burst.

“You stop, and I’ll kill you, Rhys.”

“If that is supposed to excite me, I’m not sure how to take it.”

“It’s a matter of speaking, nothing more. You know I don’t really mean it.”

“Good to hear it,” he said, realizing she had powers that were so much stronger than his own. Still, he didn’t want to think of that now. Right now, all he wanted was to get lost between this beautiful woman’s thighs. Rhys wanted to make her cry out with the pleasure that he knew he could give her.

Once he entered her, their bodies worked together. It started out slowly, but she kept moving her hips faster and faster beneath him, moaning with elation, about driving him out of his mind. In the moonlit field of sweet-smelling lilies, he forgot all his troubles as they joined together doing the dance of love.

“Rhys, oh my! This is so wonderful.”

“I agree,” he said, feeling some sort of exchange between them that was more than the usual love-making. It felt right. It felt good. It was almost as if both of their magic were intermingling, making the experience even more pleasurable than usual, with heightened senses of all kinds.

Wanting for the freedom to let loose, he rolled to his back, pulling her atop him. She didn’t object, but rather took the lead. Not bad for a girl who didn’t know what she was doing. Like she said, she was a very fast learner.

Medea reached her peak quickly, but just to make sure, he looked up to see her face in the moonlight. She rode him like a stallion. Her hands gripped at his chest hair, and her nails scratched his skin, but he didn’t mind the pain. Somehow, it only excited him even more. With her head thrown back and her eyes closed, the moonlight spilled over her smooth skin and made her long, loose black hair seem to glow with a halo of indigo. Her perky breasts were pushed forward as she arched her back, the hard nubs of her nipples pointing up to the moon. She was a beautiful woman, more appealing to him than any faerie could ever be. Being together with her felt right. The connection between them was real.

When he was sure she was sated first, he released his pent-up emotions. Growling, he drove into her, spilling his seed within her warmth. Her eyes popped open. When he thought mayhap he’d frightened her, she smiled wickedly. Her hips moved even faster as she found her release once again.

Finally, she collapsed atop his chest. Rhys held her tightly, feeling the rapid beating of both their hearts as if they were one.

“Thank you, Rhys,” she whispered. He felt her tears against his bare chest. Reaching up, he smoothed back her hair with his hand, kissing her gently atop her head.

“Medea, you don’t have to thank me. This coupling was warranted by both of us.”