“Can I have my way with you, sweet Olive?” he asks, peering deep into my soul.
“Yes, but only if I get to have fun too.” I shove him up so he’s standing in front of me beside the bed. I grab his shirt’s hem and lift, revealing an unfair amount of muscle. This must be a twelve-pack, but the best part is the swirling pattern of tattoos adorning his chest. There’s a family crest and some other smaller tattoos along with a smattering of chest hair. It’s neatly trimmed but a reminder that he is all male. I kiss his chiseled stomach, and a growl rumbles deep from his throat.
“I can’t let you have your way with me until I’ve tasted you. I’ve been dreaming about what it would be like since the first time I saw you,” Sam says, leaning in to kiss me once more.
He slides his hands under my arms to lift me gently from the bed. I reach around to unzip my skirt, watching it skate down my legs. When I look up, there’s heat in his eyes. His pupils are dilated in what I assume is arousal.
Sam reaches out, snapping the black garter that attaches to my knee-high stockings. “Christ, baby. You weren’t wearing thesethe first time I laid eyes on you.” His voice sounds gravely at best, the words thickly laced with desire.
“I thought, uh, hoped that I’d get to show these off today.” I wink at him before perching on the edge of the bed, running a hand up under my panties and through my center, then around my clit. The ache for him has become so intense I almost can’t help it. My arm tingles as technicolor swirls dance across it.
Sam grabs my hand, removing it from my aching core and pulling it to his mouth, sucking each finger tenderly. The tension between us is so hot I almost lose control at the sight of him.
“So sweet. But not nearly enough.” He pushes me back while dropping to his knees and spreading my thighs wide. “Can I taste you?” he asks, while peppering the inside of my knee with kisses.
A chuckle roars out of him as I whisper, “y-yes.” My arm tingles as my answer appears in script scrolling across it.
He pulls my lace thong to the side, burying his face in my core. With a long, slow lick, followed by suction on my clit, my back is arching off the bed. He hums a little as he makes slow circles around it, and I catch him grinning when my tattoo reveals just how much I like the roughness of his beard scraping against my tender parts.
“I wondered if I’d need to shave the beard, but I’m happy to learn you like it.” He’s enjoying this, learning what works and what doesn’t.
“Sam, please,” I beg.
“Oh no, baby. You’re soaked for me. I’m going to make this last, take all the time I need to learn what you like.” He dives back in, this time moving quickly. His tongue flattens against me and skates back and forth until my thighs shake, and he once again breaks contact.
“You know how I knew when to stop?” I raise my head to look him in the eyes questioningly. “Because you told me you wereclose. Tiny little embers were growing, almost ready to explode into roaring flames . . .”
“Sam, please. I’m begging you,” I plead, throwing my head back against the soft comforter.
“This won’t do.” He stands and grabs the pillows from the top of the bed, pulling me up to prop them beneath my back. “I want you to watch me. Look into my eyes while I make you come.”
I nod in agreement as little hearts slide down the vines on my arms and snap like sparklers when they hit the ends. Sam goes back to work, rotating between fast and slow, licks and suction. My orgasm is building like a fire being stoked within me, a tidal wave about to crash.
“I’m close, so close.” Our eyes meet, and he grins.
“I know. Let go for me.” As the words leave his lips, I do as he commands.
“Sam. Oh God!” I scream, closing my eyes while letting euphoria take me away. I didn’t know it was possible for it to be that good. Maybe it was the way he teased me, or maybe it’s just him. Either way, I’m completely sated and wrung out when he climbs up on the bed, still half clothed, to pull me into his arms.
twenty
Sam
Mother Always Knows Best
I could lie here with her in my arms for the rest of my life. The thought scares me but at the same time, brings a sense of peace. The witch, the tattoo—that stuff is weird. I’ve spent days trying to reconcile why she would make up such an insane lie. But it’s not one, I’ve seen it now. I don’t know how it’s possible, it freaks me out, but my feelings for her are stronger than my fears about the mysterious tattoo. My feelings will outlast this spell, I’m sure of it.
Olive shifts beside me, pushing the arm I have draped over her aside and sliding off the bed.
I sit up, prepared to follow her and drag her back to bed. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Bathroom.” She eyes me before strutting off to handle her business. I lean back into the bed, adjusting the painful erection I’ve had since she kissed me downstairs. I’m not going to do anything to resolve it, at least not until she goes home, as difficult as that may be. We need time to figure out whatever this is between us before going all the way.
Olive comes out of the bathroom and leans against the doorjamb, looking at me. Her eyes are hooded, and she’s still wearing those sexier-than-sin garters. The thought occurs to me that she’s sort of a sexy librarian. Prim and proper on the outside, but a secret vixen underneath. My cock stiffens further. I didn’t think it was possible.
“See something you like?” I ask, scraping a hand down my face and into my beard with a grin.
“Mm-hmm.” She nods before walking over to the bed and climbing on top of me. Her nimble fingers are unbuttoning my jeans before I can blink—the breathing room feels incredible.
