“You will always be my girl. I’m still an old man at heart even if I don’t look it. Now I know how Acton feels,” he says with a bark of laughter. He winks playfully at his mate over the top of Ada’s head.
“Your body reflects your heart and soul once more, endlessly young and full of adventure,” Acton responds.
After they leave, the witches follow soon after. They announce their decision to head straight to the pub to celebrate. The second wind blows them in that direction after a long, stressful day. Elgar collapses onto a sofa in the living room, depleted after managing the relics for so long.
“You two rest, I’m going to make dinner,” she declares as she practically skips through the doorway, a lively spring in her step.
“I will not make it through dinner. I am still recovering from the hike to the mountain and back, and I barely slept last night,” Elgar groans, his head lolling backward on the sofa.
“Eat a snack and then head upstairs to bed,” I offer.
“Thanks, Norrell. That sounds good,” he responds, struggling to keep his eyes open.
Jogging into the kitchen, I find Ada humming and dancing around as she sets out ingredients. “Slight change of plans,” I say as I come up behind her and press a kiss to her neck, “Elgar is off to bed. The cats are still upstairs. It is just the two of us.”
She leans back into me, then playfully spins away as she puts a pan on the stove and then dances toward the pantry.
I grab a banana from the counter to give to Elgar. When I walk in, his eyes barely blink open. “Oh, thanks,” he remarks groggily as he takes the banana. Making quick work of the peeling, he shoves it into his mouth and places the peel into my outstretched open palm. He pushes himself off the sofa and shuffles toward the stairs.
Returning to the kitchen to throw away the peel and help Ada, I cannot help but shake my head and laugh at my brother. “That male tired himself out today. He will be dead asleep the moment his head hits the pillow.”
A frisky gleam lights her eyes. “Oh really? You don’t think he’ll be downstairs at all?”
Following her line of thinking, and liking it, I respond, “Not a chance.”
She stops in her tracks and turns around. “Interesting. Well, I have some ideas about what I’d rather do than make dinner,” she says in a husky voice, biting her bottom lip seductively as she looks me over. “You were gone for so long, we have a lot to make up for.”
My dick stirs just beholding her. She looks so healthy and vibrant, the way I always remember her. Hopefully, now that herappetite is back, her curves will fill out again, giving me more to squeeze. I love palming her ass and thighs when she is on top of me.
“I missed you too, my ember. I want to show you just how much,” I growl.
She hooks a finger over the top of my pants and tugs me forward so that I press her into the edge of the countertop. I am already hard, so I grind against her, letting her know I am ready for anything she has in mind.
“How do you want it? Slow and soft or quick and hard?” I murmur, trailing my fingertips up her arms, across her shoulders. Up her neck to cradle her head in my hands, brushing my thumb across her lips. She catches it in her teeth to give it a little bite.
“I want it hard. I need you right here, right now,” she whines.
“Anything, my mate. It is yours,” I promise easily.
I lean down, pressing my lips to hers in a searing kiss. Hungry for her, my tongue opens her mouth to find hers. When they meet, I groan into her, longing to devour her. I want her to let me in everywhere.
“Take me here, Norrell, please. On the counter. I can’t wait any longer,” she begs breathlessly as we come up for air. She clutches at my pants, trying to pull them down.
I lean my torso away from her long enough to unbutton and slide them down my legs, stepping out of them as they fall to the floor. She shimmies a little and her panties land on top of them.
“I like it when my good girl is eager for my cock,” I tell her with a dark chuckle. “You make it even more swollen and ready for you.”
“I need to feel you splitting me apart, Norrell,” she says desperately, clawing at my shoulders and chest.
“Does your pussy need to be pounded with my fat cock?” I tease her.
“Yes, always,” she moans. With that, I lift her up by her backside and position her at the edge of the counter. I circle my cock around her spread open heat, making sure to pay extra attention to her clit. She squirms and gasps as I ready her.
She pulls her dress over her head and unclasps her bra. When she’s fully bare to me, I lean in and suck one of her nipples and circle the other one with my thumb. I love her breasts. The small round globes are always so sensitive, especially when I use my mouth. She cards her fingers through my hair as I pull away from her nipple with a loud pop and move to the other one.
“I’m dripping for you, my mate. Please fuck me,” she commands.
I growl as I give one last lick to her nipple and pull myself fully upright again. I line up my cock with her slit and rock into her, filling her all at once. She cries out, grabbing onto the back of my head for support. My hands curve around her bottom, kneading her softness, to anchor her as I fuck into her in fast, deep strokes. She moans my name loud enough to wake the dead, mayhap even our dead asleep guest upstairs. She only quiets down when my mouth finds hers again.
