Now, it’s my turn to gape. Blossom is still glaring at me, so I’m pretty sure I misheard her.
“What?”
“I got the contraception tattoo. The spell. You know about it, right?” She tugs down the waistband of her shorts, and I see the small symbol.
“Okay …” I draw out the word, worried about coming to the wrong conclusion.
She huffs out a sigh, shoves my hand off her chest, and tugs her shirt over her head, baring her glorious boobs to the starry night and my starving eyes.
“So, we doing this or what?”
My mind is set in slow mode as I try to keep up. “And bythis, you mean …”
“Come on, Manny. You’re naked, and you just told me I smell like your mate. You going to ravish me or what?”
My fingers grab hold of the remaining fabric on her body, moving out of sync with my mouth. “You don’t want to talk?” I ask, my voice a deep rumble in my chest.
Blossom holds up her hands as if they were a scale. “Talk, orgasms. Talk, orgasms.” She raises them up and down, as if considering both options, then lifts her right hand high. “Look at that. Orgasms it is.”
“I mean, if that’s what the scale says.” With a fierce grin, I tear her shorts in half and then sit up fast to capture her mouth in an intoxicating kiss.
Blossom moans, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kisses me back and rocks her now-bare pussy against my quickly hardening cock.
This is everything I’ve hoped for and feared. A pivotal moment where she’s giving me a chance.
Don’t fuck this up.
Fisting my hand in her silky hair, I grasp the strands in an unforgiving grip as I drag my mouth from hers. Blossom whimpers, her lips looking bee stung from my aggressive kisses. What I wouldn’t give to see them wrapped around my cock.
Not tonight. This is all for her. To show her exactly why she should forgive me. Give me a chance.
“You hold still, Bud,” I growl at her.
Her wrist twists, and an apple pings off my shoulder, the magical assault more surprising than painful.
“Don’t call me your buddy when you’re trying to seduce me,” she hisses, looking like she might bite me if I wasn’t holding her head in place.
A slow smile steals over my lips. “Is that what you think that nickname means? Buddy?”
Blossom’s lips pucker, and I let out a dark laugh.
“Oh, Blossom. You tasty little wood witch. I mean bud, as in flower.” My cheeks ache with a grin as I watch her skin color. “That’s right. A flower bud. Small, sure, but full of life and potential and beauty. Hiding all its secrets from the world until it’s ready to burst forward in the most glorious bloom. Just waiting to blossom.”
She bites her lip now, her eyes closed, as if she can’t handle what I’m saying. But I plan to make it impossible for her to ignore my adoration.
“And how about this little bud?” My free hand slips past her intimate curls, pushing apart silky folds that remind me of petals until I discover that perfect bundle of nerves. “You want me to tell you how much I love this bud, don’t you? How, most nights, I imagine you stroking this spot while I fuck my fist.”
Blossom’s body tightens, thighs gripping my hips. Chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm with her pants. I can feel the puffs of her hot breath against the cool sweat on my skin. Each one brings the scent of her arousal, mixed with spiced apples, and I swear I’d never need another meal in my life if I could always breathe her in.
The delicate skin between her legs grows slick the more I stroke her. She wraps a clawing hand around my wrist, but not to pull me away. Instead, Blossom holds me in place as her hips rock. Each movement presses her ass against my cock, and I can’t hold back my needy grunts.
“You close? You gonna be a good little witch and come for me?”
“Oh goddess.” Blossom stares at me through half-lidded eyes, and the flames in her cheeks scald me with erotic heat.
“Say my name when you come,” I demand. “Say it.”
Her throat bobs with a swallow, and she whimpers. But I don’t go easy on her, keeping my grip tight in her hair. I refuse to let her hide from me in this moment. The animal in me wants to speed up my ministrations, but I keep steady.
