Page 23 of Pure Magic
His knee is pressed into the mattress between my legs, and his thigh leans where desire has already begun to build again. I lift my hips and grind against him.
His cock between us, he moans. “Perhaps we might discuss this topic later.”
“Mmm, later.” I grind again as the pleasure builds.
Lifting enough to press his fingers along my slit, he teases and probes until I’m writhing beneath him. “Beth, you’re so perfect. I’ll never have enough of watching your pleasure.”
“I need you, Adam.” It’s hard to get the words out, but I’m desperate to have him inside me. I dig my nails into his shoulders and bite down on my lip to keep from crying out.
Spreading my legs with his, he notches his cock and presses in an inch.
The lovely stretch forces my pleasure higher, but he pulls back. “Don’t.” I clutch him tighter and lift my hips.
Brushing the hair back from my face, he devours my lips and slides inside me in one gloriously slow thrust.
I explode with pleasure. My body pulses around him as my hips bounce, looking for even more of what is the best orgasm of my life.
Adam drowns out my screams with kisses, sucking my tongue into his mouth and worshiping my lips. “Easy love. I’ve got you.”
Unable to catch my breath, I gasp against his neck, still clutching him while he remains unmoving inside me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.”
His low chuckle vibrates through me. “Never apologize for such a beautiful thing. Do you want to stop?”
Longing to give him at least a fraction of what he’s already given me, I tip my pelvis up, and the pleasure sparks again. “I’ll be very cross if you stop now.”
“Thank Goddess.” He slides out to the head before slowly filling me again and again.
His thick cock reaches every nerve, and with each thrust, he rubs my pearl just right. I meet every move, and pleasure builds higher and faster. “Adam. Oh Goddess.”
Him speeding his thrusts shoots my rapture higher. I press my mouth to his chest and let out a long keen as another orgasm takes me. It stretches until my legs shake with it.
With one last thrust, Adam grunts and pulls out, spilling his seed between us in warm jets. Breathing hard, he kisses my cheek, neck, and along my jaw. “I didn’t want to presume, Beth. We should have discussed such things beforehand.”
I love his weight pressing me to the mattress. “It was thoughtful of you to be cautious.” Though, the idea of a child warms me in places I thought long forgotten.
He shifts to his elbows and meets my gaze. “You would want a child?”
“This link can be a disadvantage.” I push him off.
With very little force, he presses my hips back down. “Let me get a cloth.”
Beautifully naked, he crosses to my basin, pours water from the pitcher, and wets a small cloth before returning. The moon lights him in hard planes and thick muscles. A smattering of hair covers his chest and makes its way to a delightful vee below his hips.
He washes his seed from my abdomen and thighs, then presses my legs open and cleans me there as well. It’s the most erotic and sweetest moment of my life. I’m panting and full of desire again when he finishes. Pupils wide, he looks at me wanting before returning to the basin and washing himself.
Turing to my side, I get under the blanket. My stomach fills with butterflies. Longing floods me, and I don’t want to watch him leave or think about him sleeping in the next room. “I wouldn’t mind a child,” I whisper, half hoping he won’t hear.
The bed dips, and he presses his chest to my back. His legs cradle mine, and he kisses my back. Spreading his hand over my belly, he says, “You would be beautiful round with child.”
“I think I would be big as the house and mean as a snake.” I giggle at the picture I’ve painted.
His shaft firms against my buttocks.
Does the idea of me filled with his child arouse him?
Banding his arm around me, he draws me tight. “If you’re mean, I’ll soothe you.”
“Ha! You’ll be on the first carriage out of town.” I press my hand over my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say it. I hadn’t even thought it until it was already coming out of my mouth, and it sounded exactly like my mother, full of bitterness and disappointment. “I’m sorry.”
