Page 22 of Pure Magic
Magic, static, and energy fill the air around us. Desire floods between my legs, and I clench my thighs for some relief, though it only increases my neediness. I gasp, and he slides his tongue inside my mouth.
Our tongues slip together, and our moans merge.
I clutch his shoulders and press my body flush to his. Even as a girl, I never longed for pleasure and release so thoroughly. Trapped between us, his thick shaft notches just above where I need him. “I rarely take lovers.” Why should it matter?
His breath is hard, and he kisses along my neck. “I know you won’t believe me, but neither do I.”
A low throaty laugh escapes me. “You’re right. I don’t believe you. I think you can have any number of women in every town you entertain in.”
Pushing my dress aside, he kisses my bare shoulder. His hand skims along my waist, and he caresses the swell of my hip. “Perhaps, but I don’t, or at least haven’t in many years. The potential of breaking hearts lost its appeal when I was a much younger man.”
I wrap a leg around his, pulling myself closer. “It doesn’t matter.”
Taking half a step back, he clutches my leg and eases it to the floor. My dress ties in the front, and he deftly releases the bow and tugs the stays free. “It does if you believe I’ll go from your bed to another’s, Beth.”
The idea forms a stone in my gut. I pull back. “You are free to do as you please.”
Adam tugs his shirt over his head and lets it drop to the chair. Reaching forward, he finds the bow at my left shoulder and tugs it free. He slides my dress down that shoulder before finding the bow at my right. “I’ll not betray you in any way. I’ll not seek or want another woman, and I hope you’ll not look for another man.”
“We have no commitment to each other, Adam. We’re sharing a mutual need and nothing more.” I lower my right shoulder and my dress pools softly at my feet. In only slippers, stockings, and garters, I feel sexy and also exposed. I reach across my chest to cover myself.
Taking my hands, he thwarts my modesty and places my hands on his shoulders. “Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.” Kissing a path from my neck, he draws soft sighs and sends desire flowing through me once again. He kisses my chest, between my breasts. Lowering to his knees, he traces a path with his tongue around my bellybutton. He helps me out of my slippers, and even his touch on my calf and ankle is somehow erotic. He slowly rolls my stockings down. His fingers gently on my legs makes me weak in the knees, and I clutch his shoulders for support.
“Adam.” His name sounds like a prayer on my lips.
His warm, wet tongue presses between the folds of my womanhood, and if not for his arms banded around my legs, I would fall.
I have to bite my tongue to keep the scream of pleasure building inside me from bursting out and waking the entire house. “That’s, oh. Goddess. So. Good.”
He licks and sucks harder, then more gently, bringing me to the brink of rapture and pulling me back from the edge.
Barely holding on, I open my legs, needing just a little more. I thread my fingers through his hair.
Focused on my pearl, he circles it with his tongue and laps at my juices. His fingers press at my center, and I’m so wet, he slips inside, pumping and sucking in a perfect rhythm.
Pleasure explodes around me. I long to scream and cry from the sheer joy of it. I thrust my hips hard against his mouth, needing more, and not being denied.
He holds me as the orgasm fades, then stands, takes me in his arms, and carries me to the bed. “Feel better?”
“That was wonderful,” I say as he lowers me to the bed. I relax into the soft mattress, and I could easily fall asleep satisfied. But as I drift, something is missing. I open my eyes.
Adam stands at the side of the bed. He doesn’t join me. Shirtless, but still wearing breeches, he waits. “This would be enough for tonight, and I’d not regret a moment, Beth. Tell me what you want.”
Lifting my hand palm up, I offer it to him. “Come to bed, Adam. Take your pleasure.” I flick my wrist and send his remaining clothes to the chair with his shirt, and make room for him in my bed.
It feels larger than one night to offer half my bed. Lovers should be taken outside the coven house, Mother would say. I push her from my memories and turn into Adam’s embrace.
His big hand cups my breast, and with thumb and forefinger, he worries the nipple.
Though I was fully sated a moment before, a rush of want floods through me, and I arch my back.
Lowering his head, he takes the other nipple in his mouth and sucks until I can’t contain my moans. “Adam, we have to be quiet.”
“Why? Will the house be shocked that you seek pleasure?” He snuggles his cheek against my chest.
Cradling his head in my arms, with our legs twined together, I say, “No. Well, maybe. I’ve never sought pleasure here.”
Rising to his elbows, he leans over me. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or concerned.”
