Yes!my mind roars loudly, but the bellow doesn’t reach my throat.
I’m too bowled over by the possibility that this smart, sexy, powerful woman could want me.
I’m not used to being wanted.
Mor seems to sense this, giving me the time I need to absorb her words, even as her breaths are heavy pants and her pupils are blown wide.
“Me?” I mutter eventually. “You’re sure?”
“You.” She nods once, driving home the point.
“Then I’m yours.”Destroy me if you wish. At her hand, I don’t think I’d mind.
Mor grasps my hand and tugs me toward the bed. I didn’t want the window reveal to be ruined by plastic sheeting everywhere, so I made sure to clear out all signs of this having been a work zone and remade the mattress with clean linens.
“Sit down,” she directs me.
I hurriedly follow my orders, though I’m half distracted by Mor’s movements.
She pulls her sweater over her head, revealing the mouthwatering mounds of her breasts. Fuck, I want to cradle them, find her nipples and tease them.
As if hearing my thoughts, she strips her bra next, revealing a set of areolas as rosy as the witch smells.
Her black leggings go next, leaving lace stretched over a meaty ass I long to dig my fingers into and knead.
“Lie back on the bed, Bo,” she directs me, pointing at the pillows I’ve longed to sink into ever since that first night where my drunken self didn’t fully appreciate the honor of sleeping in her bed.
The mattress springs squeak when I drop onto the bed, and I drag myself back until I’m braced against the headboard. With the best view of her crawling toward me, tits swaying.
“Mor.” Her name is a choked growl. All need.
And lucky me, I get to watch a flush overcome the skin of her neck and chest.
She kneels beside me, captures my hand as I reach for her, and instead guides my hand to my already-hardening cock. She encourages my strokes, and I revel in the direction from her soft hand.
“I have a contraceptive tattoo.” Mor’s voice is lower than normal, husky in a way that makes the back of my spine tingle and tighten. “Do you mind not using a condom?”
“Mind?” I grunt as her grip tightens. “No. Gods, I just want to feel you.”
She tilts her chin up, moving her gaze from my erection to meet my eyes. “I want to feel you too, Bo.”
Wreck me. She will wreck me.
But that doesn’t stop me from bracing her hips as she slings a leg over mine. With one hand on my shoulder and the other reaching between us to grasp my cock, Mor lowers until my tip kisses her folds. A wretched groan tears through me at this simple touch. This careful approach she has to fucking me.
Nothing like the quick exchanges Georgiana and I had in the woods, where I could feel her need to move fast before she second-guessed her choice.
No, Mor is precise. She’s thoughtful.
She’s using my hard cock to stroke her clit, little gasps accompanying the movement.
“Gods,” she moans. “Bless The Dark One. This feels so good. How do you feel so good, Bo?”
“I don’t know.” And the truth of those words lends them a desperate edge. I don’t know why Mor wants me. Why I’m the one her body responds to. If I did know, I’d make sure to lean into it.
But all I can do is let her use me how she likes and hopefully learn how to keep her close.
“I’m going to put you in,” she tells me, and I nod too many times in response.
