Page 36 of With This Witch
Petra runs her hands through his hair. Grasping it, she pulls his head back, using the movement to deepen the kiss. She runs her tongue along his lips, and he captures it between them and sucks. She moans, grinding into him. His hands grip her ass firmly, fingers digging in hard enough that she may have bruises tomorrow, and he pushes his hard bulge against her.
“You are incredible,” he rasps, kissing down her neck to her chest. One of his hands slides under her shirt to her stomach, and rests on the side of her ribs with his thumb under her breast. She’s soft and warm against his rough hands. He’s dreamt of this moment for months. No, years. Since the day she walked into his bar. He’s imagined this so many times, and already it’s better than anything his brain could create.
Crossing her arms in front of her, she grasps the hem of her shirt and pulls it off. Lachlan groans again at the sight of her. A dark purple lace bra barely hides her pink nipples. He places both hands on her back, pulling Petra into him. Lachlan’s mouth finds one of her perfect peaks and sucks it through the fabric, running his tongue over the sensitive flesh, earning another whimper. She grinds into his hardness again.
His hands splay on her back while he continues to suck, and he thrusts his hips up to match her. He’s surely going to come in his pants if she continues this for much longer. Only Petra could get him this close to the edge with most of their clothes still on.
She writhes faster on top of him. He picks up the pace to increase the friction and buries his face in her breasts, nipping and sucking whatever flesh he can find. She tangles her hands in his hair, pulling him, claiming him. His hands find her ass again, giving her more power and leverage as she rides him.
He feels her tense as sapphire tendrils swirl around them. She whispers his name against his ear, riding out her release and sending chills down his spine. Hearing her say his name as she comes on top of him is mind-blowing. It sends shockwaves down his spine, making his cock grow impossibly harder. She grinds into him a final time, burying her face into his neck. Her breathing is heavy. His cock pulses, mere thrusts away from his own release. She lets out a short, embarrassed giggle, the wind from her breath tickling his dewy skin while she pushes into an upright position.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, digging his fingers into her plump ass cheeks and pulling her against him.
She looks away in embarrassment, reaching for her shirt. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go that way.”
“Petra, I want to be clear: you never have to apologize. I will happily let you ride me all day, every day,” he answers, placing his finger under her chin to make her look at him. “Besides, watching you come undone is by far the best sight I have ever seen.”
He sees her eyes spark with an idea, and she begins shifting off of him.
“Well then, I think it’s only fair I get to see what you look like as you come,” she says, kneeling before him. She rubs her palms up his leg and hooks her fingers into the top of his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them down as he raises his hips. His dick springs free at last. Her eyes widen.
“Oh, fluffy, you’ve been holding out on me.”
Snorting at her, he palms his thick dick, stroking it slowly, watching her eyes darken with hunger.
“That thing is huge, sir.”
He laughs again. Seeing her kneel before him is hotter than he thought it could be. He longs to feel her around him if she wants to do it, but he won’t force it. He won’t do anything she doesn’t want to do. “I appreciate the confidence boost, witchling.”
She stops his hand and pulls it away, replacing it with her own. She has barely touched him, and his breath is already hitching. “Will it fit?” she asks worriedly.
“You don’t need to do this. We can stop here. It’s not tit-for-tat,” he says, barely containing himself with her touching him.
“Oh, I know. But I want to see this tat and have it all over my tits,” she responds, licking her lips as her hands firmly grasp his hard, throbbing cock.
He lays his head back on the back of the couch and groans. Fucking Hades, his wife is incredible. She leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of his cock, the heat instantly enveloping him as she slides him down to the back of her throat. “Perfect. Fit,” he grunts, resisting the urge to thrust into her.
He can’t help but look back down at her. Her mouth stretches around him, sliding back and forth with her hand, creating the best friction. He was already close, and he knows he won’t last long. She’s too good.
“Witches’ tits, you’re so fucking hot,” he growls, wrapping a hand around her ponytail. He pushes down the urge to use the new grip to guide and dominate her. Instead, he lets her continue to lead and holds on for dear life.
Her tongue slides up and down the underside of his dick, flicking the end of his head each time. Tension builds at the base of his spine, and his left leg twitches slightly. Petra laughs around his cock, and the added vibration brings him to the edge.
“I’m gonna come,” he rasps.
She pulls away quickly with apopsound as if she is releasing the most delicious lollipop. She moves her hand down, grasping his balls, and pulls on them gently as he wraps his left hand around his shaft and pumps. One, two, three. Three pumps are all it takes before he shudders and spreads his hot come all over her chest as requested. She holds her gorgeous tits in both hands, still in her bra, squeezing them together, scooping up his deposit.
He gazes down at her as they both admire his artwork. She runs a finger through his come and licks it off her finger. If he hadn’t just come all over her, that would make him instantly hard again.
He leans forward, capturing her lips with his, and groans into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her mixed with his saltiness. “You, my wife, are perfect,” he says, conjuring a warm cloth to wipe his deposit from her glorious chest. Her breath hitches as his shadows move over her, cleaning up his mess.Morehis demon demands.Laterhe responds internally.
He can feel her magic thrumming beneath her skin while he traces his fingers up and down her arm. It’s like a little network of bees, humming and buzzing underneath.
As the movie finishes, she looks up at him, smiling sleepily while her hand draws circles on his chest.
“So, what now, witchling?”
“What do you mean?”
