Page 46 of With This Witch
“What did I say, Petra?”
Petra stands, disbelieving that this is happening. As she pulls down her pants and underwear, kicking them off to the side, she tells herself that this will only happen once. To take the edge off. To fill the need. She slides a hand down her stomach to her heated core, feeling her wetness. She stands before him, placing her hands on his shoulders as she raises a leg, straddling him. He leans forward, slides his tongue between her lips, and she just about buckles.
“So good.”
She whimpers as he does it again.
“Put your hands on the couch arm.”
She does.
He places his hands on her ass and pulls her with him as he leans back.
“Now sit.”
She sits and moans as he slides his tongue inside her, lapping her up. He feasts on her as if he won’t eat again for a year.
His arms wrap around the outside of her legs, with his hands landing on the inside of her thighs, holding her open and keeping her in place. His tongue is like magic. She feels her magic unwinding and relaxing as he consumes her.
“You are simply delicious,” he says, taking a breath.
Petra can only manage a moan in response. She moves her hips, grinding into him, wanting more as his tongue circles her clit. He nips her lip, and she squeaks.
He unwinds his left arm and brings his hand under her, his finger circling her slick opening. She pushes down, wanting him to fill her.
“Oh, do you want this?” he taunts.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Tell me,” he says, pushing it just inside the edge and then removing it, replacing it with his tongue that he plunges inside her.
“I want you to eat my pussy while you finger-fuck me,” she gasps.
“Well, since you asked,” he moans, thrusting two thick fingers inside her, causing her to fold forward with pleasure as he fills her. He curls his fingers forward, pulsing them in a “come here” motion as he plants his lips around her clit and sucks, then lightly drags his teeth, making her legs twitch. He adds a third finger, stretching her in mind-bending ways, the friction as he pulses them in and out making her toes curl.
She’s close.
She feels the tension building in her core as he thrusts his fingers back in and out, fast and hard. She runs one hand under her shirt, up her stomach to her chest. She palms her breast and rolls her firm nipple between her forefinger and thumb. It adds the extra bit of sensation she needs. With a final hard suck and flick of his tongue on her clit, she goes over the edge, curling forward as pleasure ripples out from her core.
“Fuck yes, Lach,” she yells as she comes on his face.
“Fuck yes indeed,” he says, continuing to flick her clit with his tongue as she rides out her orgasm.
The room starts to come back into focus, and she smirks and then laughs nervously, noticing the pink sapphire sparkle around them. Too wrapped in what she was feeling, she didn’t realize her magic released when she did, but she could feel it lighter inside her, rolling more smoothly, almost dancing under her skin.
“Well, then,” she says, pushing against the arm and trying to move away.
“Just where do you think you are going?” He wraps his arms around the back of her legs again. “I’m not done eating yet.”
Petra’s eyes flare with heat.
Well, I can’t let the man starve now, can I?
“As you were then,” she says.
He forcefully grabs her ass and pulls her glistening pussy back into his already soaked face. Horns rise in front of her.
“You better hold on,” he says.
