“Okay, maybe slightly more beautiful. I mean, these leaves.” I brushed back her fall of thick russet hair.
“These stalks.” I skimmed her arms and she blushed.
Who said you couldn’t woo women with plant metaphors?
I gently slid my fingers across the outside of her pussy. “These petals.” To find her soaking wet.
So close we breathed each other’s air, I felt my Nightmare reach for her. I stood helpless to stop him. Stop us.
Perhaps this was selfish when I didn’t know how we would fit together when I took my crown again, but heraura pulled me down her body until my knees hit the floor. I needed her too bad and she wanted me too much for me to stop.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Was that hesitation in her voice? I ran my hands down her thighs like I was gentling a filly.
“Praying at your altar. You can return the favor during the second round.”
Her scent here was overwhelming, making saliva pool in my mouth. Still, I held back, not wanting this to end in our usual clashing exchange.
“What do you mean, second round?”
A line of confusion formed between Maggie’s brows. She might have been having a lot of sex, but it apparently hadn’t been good sex.
“Okay, the third…”
Her frown deepened as my fingers pushed deep inside her.
“Fine. The fourth,” I growled into her skin.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
What a thing to say when I was knuckle-deep in her channel, flat on the cheery rug before the fire. Arthur really deserved a charm of prosperity for arranging the perfect tableau. I pulled her down on top of me by her cunt. She resisted but still ended up hovering above me.
“Noth!”
Well, that was better than Rat Face.
I let my fingers work inside her, scissoring them tofind her sweet spot, while I played with her pretty breasts. She floated above me and that was fine as I teased her nipples to hard points and slid into her cunt like it was a substitute for my cock. It was just a tease, a jaunt through pleasure that we took together. Her juices dripping over my hand were the finest compliment. I took my time to watch her delightful responses to how my fingers flexed and plucked and glided over her body.
The story she told me between breaths broke my heart. Her mind would race between flicks, constricting her pupils. She would try to arrange her face into something sexy and enticing between the pleasure that would let it slack again. Her hips angled into the shadows so she thought I wouldn’t see the stretch marks over her skin. Why did she hide this? No wonder she raced to the part where everyone’s thoughts ended–my Pumpkin was shy.
“Let me on your dick.” The command lay sharp against my skin.
I almost laughed. It jumped at her words but I held fast. Was it too much for her to want this languid?
I squeezed her ass. “No. I want you to think about how generous, kind, and extraordinary I am. Then I don’t want you to think at all.”
I dragged her onto my face. Her thighs came around my ears and I did my best not to come in my pants. She fell forward, bracing her weight on the floor. Did she think she would smotherme?
Her squeak said more than her blunt words. “I’m too heavy. I’m going to crush you to death.”
I swallowed a laugh. The hours of stretching forms sculpted Maggie toned and trim. Evie had said something about Maggie losing a lot of weight. It seemed that she still carried it.
“I need all of your body on mine.”
I grabbed her breasts and pushed her upright until her hands left the wood floor.
“All of it.”
