“I want you to be inside me,” she answered.
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
Susannah wants me to fuck her.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Oh, my God.
But he could not shift, get on top of her, get inside herbecause his cock would not let him remove it from the relentless heaven it had found in Susannah’s hand.
His hips rocked, his cock thrust and thrust and thrust, and he came harder than he had ever come in his life, his seed fountaining up and all over her hand and his belly and hers and the sheets beneath them.
“Oh,” she said.
He panted and winced, waves of pleasure still washing over him.Damn.
“Yes.”
She let go of his shaft. “I didn’t think, I thought, well, I had heard . . . I thought it would take longer. I’m sorry.”
“You thought I’d take longer?” He tried to make his voice light, to tease as she did. “But your charm has made me into a green boy again.”
“And that’s good?”
“That’s very good. So no more apologies.” He kissed her. “But I’m very sorry not to have been inside you tonight, Susannah.”
She was not a real enchantress. She hadn’t made him young enough to go twice in one night, and it was best to let her know his limits.
But there will be other nights, he promised himself.
She began to move, to get out of the bed.
He grabbed her arm, probably too roughly. “Where are you going?”
She blinked. “To get a cloth.”
“Stay.” He got out of the bed and went to his dressing room and wet a cloth at the basin there. He cleaned himself, wet another cloth, and brought it back to her.
He caught her licking her fingers. God, she was beautiful in his bed, her hair mostly out its plait and spread across the pillow.
“How do I taste?” he asked her.
She smacked her lips together softly, clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth thoughtfully. “Hmm. Like moonlight and marshmallow root.”
He gave her the cloth, and she wiped her hand and belly. He took the cloth from her and put it on a nearby table. The dressing room was too far. He got back into the bed.
She curled onto her side and gazed at him. He gazed back and moved a piece of her hair off of her face and put it behind her ear.
“You’re very far away,” he said.
“There’s a wet place.”
“Shove over,” he said and moved, lifting himself over the spot and onto her side of the bed. He lay down and wrapped his arms around her. Paradise.
“Should I go?” she said. She sounded worried again.
His eyes had already closed, and he was almost asleep. “You should stay,” he said.
You should stay forever.
