Lila rises to her elbows, her heavenly thighs falling to the sides. “Where do you want me?”
In every position imaginable, and some humans haven’t even dreamed of yet.
“Look at you. So eager to please.”
One of her shoulders rises in a coy shrug. “Well, you’ve been so good to me. Seems like the least I can do.”
In the muted light, I can’t make out her blush. But I know it’s there.
“Lie down flat for me.” Hungry to touch her skin, I settle one splayed hand on top of her chest, right below her throat. Applying scant pressure, I guide her upper body onto the mattress. “That’s it. Just like that.”
My fingertips linger on the peaks of her collarbone. “Your skin is so silky. I can’t get enough of it.”
With my free hand, I grab my cock by the base and drag it through her slit. I canhearhow fucking soaked she is as her juicy flesh spreads to make way for my cock with each pass. It sounds raunchy and hot.
And I want more.
I study her reaction as I glide along the seam of her pussy. Back and forth, I pulse, hitting her swollen clit at the end of each slippery stroke.
Her chest rises and falls as her breathing increases. The tip of her tongue sneaks out to moisten her lips. As much as I want to suck on that tongue, I’m enjoying teasing her too much from up here.
With the hand I kept on her throat, I caress her neck faintly, then drift down, circling my knuckles around the outside of her heavy breast. One, then the other. I return to her neck, then swoop lower again, this time switching from knuckles to my fingertips.
Languidly, I repeat the track twice more, my touch more demanding each time. She encircles my wrist with one hand. Her grip is light as a feather. She’s not attempting to hold my hand in place or guide my motions. It’s as if she wants to take part in the way I worship her.
“Do you like how I’m touching you?”
“Very much,” she admits, her voice airy and seductive.
I keep teasing her clit with my cock and study the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing sharpens. “Good. I might be here a while.”
In one long, smooth pass, I drag my flattened palm down the center of her body at a snail’s pace. She arches her back when I reach the valley of her breasts, driving her stiff nipples upward.
My tongue dances behind my teeth, twitching for a taste. Instead, I indulge in the feel of her supple skin and watch her writhe under my touch.
Lower I go, skimming over her abdomen and the swell of her stomach. The faint pink lines are like satin under my rough skin. One day, I’ll make her see her beauty the way I do.
Her patience snaps, and she releases my wrist to reach for my cock. “Get inside me,” she demands, her breathy tone insistent.
And sexy as hell.
Fuck me.Where the hell didthatvoice come from?
Hoping to hear it again, I taunt, “And if I don’t?”
In classic Lila style, she responds with honesty and a bit of nonsense. “No clue. I haven’t thought it through. A stern talking to? Angry letter? I never learned witchcraft, so I can put a spell on you like my ancestors would.”
Her damn personality is just as arousing as her lush body.
That’s it. I need inside her pussy again. Fuck this teasing.
“Well, somehow youdidput a spell on me, you damn enchantress.”
Dropping all measures of restraint, I dive my cock deep inside her in one powerful stroke. No slow entrance this time. Fuck that too.
She screams out in surprise, but it quickly turns into a moan.
“Fuck,” I husk out. “So damn wet. And tight.” My teeth gnash as my hips start pistoning. “And mine.”
