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She’s a witch and I can’t get enough of her magic.
With my eyes locked on hers, I devour her pussy. Nipping, tasting, circling, plunging into her with my finger finding the spot that unleashes her.
A sheen of sweat coats her forehead and stomach. She knows not to come until I command it. My mouth is drenched in her juices, my tongue on her clit as she rubs herself against me, her breathing shaky and the muscles in her legs tensing. I give her a nod, and she explodes on my face, making tiny whimpering noises as I fuck her with my fingers.
But I’m not done.
I want more.
I need more.
I stand up and kiss her. Without breaking the kiss, I unhook her legs from the chair. Kissing her is tasting sunshine and life, and as much as I love it, I’m also fucking scared. Her arms are around my neck, pulling me closer, her hand on my throbbing cock. I brush her hand away. I want to concentrate on her lips, the way her tongue is a silky glide against mine, her little moans I feel directly into the tattered remains of my soul. Her kiss is stitching that sad fucker together.
I don’t know whether I love it or hate it. I know it terrifies me, but I’m powerless to stop it.
She surprises me by spinning and pushing me into the chair. My hand is still in her hair, pulling her closer. My breath in her lungs, hers in mine. I breathe out. She sighs in. She sighs out, and I capture her essence in my body and lock it deep into my heart.
Her hand is on my fly, and before I can react, she’s freed my cock. She lowers herself onto me, inch by exquisite inch, until she’s so full I can feel my dick bumping her cervix. My eyes close. Before I can buck into her, my baby has taken control. She rides me, and the thought of me always being in control is wiped from my brain. Her hands have bunched up my T-shirt and are gripping my shoulders.
Our mouths are still devouring each other. I open my eyes to find hers locked on mine. Tight with need, dripping with desire, but with something else. Two little tears form. I go to rear back. Jesus, have I hurt her? She squeezes my shoulders, hauling me back.
We don’t lose eye contact as she rides me, slow and torturous, then speeds up. A crease on her forehead tells me she’s close to coming, as am I. I’ve held on for as long as possible, but the burn in my balls is intensifying. She seeks my approval to come with a knowing look. I nod. The muscles in her entire body tense. She rides me faster as I swallow her moans and she swallows my grunts. I’m close, but she’s coming before me. I press my cock deeper inside her as I swipe her clit and that’s all it takes for my Firecracker to unleash around me in a spasm of muscle twitches.
I suck the air from her lungs, tease her lips, bite her bottom lip, then lift my mouth while hers falls backward. Her dark brown eyes pop open, and she smiles.
God, that dreamy smile.
I’ll never forget it.
A dark cloud hovers above me.
She shakes her head, her eyes imploring.
‘Stay with me,’ she mouths. Tears pool in her eyes, which I wipe away with my thumbs, frowning.
“Stay with me,” I murmur against her neck, tasting her skin. A desperate part of me wants to mark her again, show the world she’s taken. “With us.”
She grips my shoulders tighter. “I wish I could.” There’s a catch in her voice that shoots pain everywhere. My heart twists, my gut drops, and something hard grips my chest, making breathing a chore.
She eases off me, a look of longing, regret, and something I can’t read shimmering in her beautiful eyes. She wobbles a bit, and I reach out to steady her. She collects her skirt from the floor and zips it up. I smirk when she looks at my pocket for her underwear.
Those are staying with me.
She rolls her eyes. I stand and tuck my cock into my jeans.
I gently push her into her chair and kneel at her feet. I take the box out of the plastic bag and ease her feet into the shoes I purchased earlier.
“Louboutin,” she whispers. “You brought me Louboutin shoes?” Delighted laughter shoots out of her. “I’ve wanted a pair for ages.” She swivels her ankle. “How did you know?”
I pull her to stand and lean my forehead against hers. “I saw you glance at them in the shop on Tuesday when I walked you home.”
“But I only glanced at them.” Wonder fills her voice.
What can I say? I know this woman. I get this woman who understands me.
“Did you see me eyeing up the island in Fiji at the travel agent?” she teases.
“I’d gift you the moon if it’d make you happy,” I say honestly.
