Page 52 of Pure Magic
“Your sister is very powerful. She uses the dark arts to her advantage. Who knows what demons she can call upon to seek you out? Or perhaps it’s me she’s targeting. She must know by now that I am with you. She can’t be pleased about that. Maybe she believes if she were to remove me, you would have a moment of weakness where she could control you.” Breasts high and nipples tight, she works her way around the pond, stops at an outcropping of rocks, and climbs out of the water. Like a cat, she scales the boulders and disappears around to the left. “This is lovely.”
Soapy from hair down, I dive under the water and swim directly across to the rocks. I find the small foot holes where she obviously climbed what seemed impossible. There’s a path of sorts, and I make my way up and follow.
On the other side, Sara Beth sits in a stream of moonlight that seems to glitter with magic. “Adam, this is some kind of restorative.” She arches her neck and drops her head back on the deep green grass. Her fingers curl into the blades, and her breath causes the rise and fall of her breasts.
Restorative or not, I scale to the bottom of the stones and kneel at her feet. “Beth.”
Rising to her elbows, she watches me with eyes that invite more.
The glittering light touches the top of my head, and the aches and pains of riding ease until they disappear. Impossibly, my shaft gets harder still.
Lifting her foot, I kiss the curve of her ankle and along her calf. “I love you, Beth. I’ve never been so sure of anything or anyone in my life.”
Chapter
Seventeen
SARA BETH
“I love you, Adam, and I never thought to love any man.” My body aches to have him touch more than my foot and leg. “I need you.”
“Is this all Goddess’s doing? Is she using us to get what she needs?” His doubts are valid, but they don’t stop him from kissing the inside of my knee.
Opening my legs for more, I let the soft blades of grass caress my skin. I experience every tickle and touch both from this world Goddess created and from the man I love. “She brought us together, but she is forbidden from forcing us to love. Love is beyond even her magic. Only disaster can come from that kind of interference. She’s sworn to always give us free choice.”
With his tongue, he traces a path along my inner thigh.
My womb tightens, and my center yearns for more. I arch and let my legs fall wide, lest he mistake what I want and need. “Adam.”
Licking a path through my curls to my center, he growls my name. The way he sucks and licks until I’m writhing beneath him is magical, and my pleasure builds. He cups my bottom and lifts, then traces a path up and down my slit before latching on to my pearl.
Unable to control my pleasure, I cry his name and arch my back as rapture erupts within me, spreading to every inch of my body. I feel it in my toes and fingers. My legs shake with ecstasy, and I roll to my side and curl up for some relief from the joy of it.
While the orgasm still shakes me, Adam holds me. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He kisses my neck and shoulders.
Slowly, I come back to myself as he traces kisses down my spine and up again. Hard and twitching with need, his shaft rests against my bottom.
As good as my pleasure was just moments before, his desire sparks mine once again. Reaching back, I grasp him and work my hand up and down his rod. “I want you inside me, Adam. I need you.” As I look back to see his loving eyes full of passion, the moon glows a bit brighter. I push him to his back, straddle his hips and draw his length deep inside me.
“Goddess, you feel so good.” He holds my hips to keep me still a moment.
When I lift, he releases his grip. Pressing my hands to his chest, I ride him. With each plunge, his shaft rubs my pearl, bringing me to the height of pleasure. It’s so good I lose my pace.
Adam clasps my hips and sets a rhythm.
Throwing my head back, I scream as pleasure crashes around me.
He grunts as he pumps up into me, stretching out my orgasm.
He’s going to pull out. I hear him calculating the moment in his head. “Stay, Adam.”
Wide-eyed, he acknowledges my plea and calls my name as he spills inside me.
Warm jets fill me, heightening my rapture. I pulse around him again, and unable to catch my breath, collapse on his chest.
He wraps his arms around my back. “Beth.” Gasping, he says, “That was—the—thank you.”
I can’t blame him for his lack of words, as I have none to offer in return.
