Page 85 of Witch You Would
His boxer briefs came off. Was I drooling? Maybe I was drooling. He was incredibly yummy.
He leaned over me, smirking. “There’s something in your ear.”
“What?”
With a quick hand motion, he made the condom appear as if by magic.
“Bro.” I tweaked his nipple, and he yelped, then laughed.
All the card tricks had clearly given him some serious manual dexterity, because he had the condom on while I was still catchingmy breath. His dark eyes met mine as he nudged the head of his cock near where I wanted him.
“You still want to...?” Gil asked.
“If you do not fuck me right now, I might curse you. And don’t you dare make a cat pun.”
He kissed me instead and slid inside me. Thank goodness I was so wet, because he filled me right up.
Things got a little blurry after that. His weight pressed me down onto the mattress as he thrust into me, slowly at first,then harder and faster. My ankles twined around his thighs; my hands moved down his back, to the tight muscles of his ass.I think I might have bitten his shoulder? He tasted like sweat and soap and skin, better than every fantasy I’d indulged infor the past few months.
My legs moved higher as I rolled my hips to match his pace. He shifted positions, somehow going even deeper. Between a handfulof breaths I was coming again, shuddering, shaking, fireworks exploding behind my closed eyelids along with the pleasure betweenmy legs. Gil went over the edge a few seconds later, stiffening and gripping my thighs and groaning my name as he pumped intome a few final times.
We stayed where we were for a little longer, caught up in the moment. My whole body felt warm and loose and tingly. I smiledup at Gil, and he smiled down at me, and we kissed again, slow and sweet.
“I guess that was worth waiting for,” I said finally.
“Yeah,” Gil said. “It was.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t wait so long for the next time, though.”
He laughed and slipped out of me, stumbling to the bathroom to take care of the condom. When he got back, he climbed intobed, pulled me into his arms, and kissed the top of my head.
“So you’re thinking, what, fifteen minutes?” he asked innocently.
I smacked his arm. “Malo. I only bought one condom.”
“Okay, but how many were there in the machine?”
“I didn’t count. Just that one cost me five bucks, though. And I had to charge it to my room, so Alina will know what we did.”
Gil gave a low whistle. “Maybe I can sneak off to a store...”
My turn to laugh. Then we both got quiet.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“I’m happy,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. “Me too.”
Gil gripped me tighter, like he was worried about me slipping away. Whatever was happening with us, I had a feeling it hadn’tmagically gotten less complicated. For the moment, though, I nuzzled his chest with my cheek and enjoyed just being there.With Gil, who was also Leandro. Life was so weird sometimes.
Cool weird. Good weird.
Chapter 18
Gil
I don’t think anyone had ever watched me put my mustache on until now. Sam and Ed had seen the before and after, the experimentalattempts with different styles and costume ideas, but they’d never stood in the bathroom with me while I applied the adhesiveand carefully stuck the fake facial hair to my upper lip. Having Penelope peek at me from the doorway felt strangely intimate,almost more than being balls-deep inside her.
