Page 50 of With This Witch
Petra
Petra wakes and buries her face deeper into the pillow and draws a deep breath. Lachlan’s sheets smell like honeysuckle.
She opens her eyes. She must have fallen asleep after they finally stopped fucking, spent and breathless. She feels a weight shift beside her briefly before an arm, Lachlan’s arm, drapes across her midsection, curling up her body and stopping where his hand finally rests, cupping a breast. He pulls her into his hard body and curls around her backside.
“Mmm...” He groans, burying his face in her hair at the nape of her neck. “Good morning.”
She sinks into him, feeling more relaxed at his touch. Running a hand along his arm wrapped around her, she pushes her ass into him, feeling his hardness against her.
“Good morning indeed, my demon-lover.”
He chuckles against her.
“Demon-lover? Really? That’s the best you could come up with?”
“I’ve been awake for all of thirty seconds here, give me a break,” she says, pushing her backside against him again.
He pulls her in tighter. “Keep doin’ that, and you will be sorry, witchling.”
“Oh no, I’m scared,” she teases, grinding her butt against him and sliding her hand between her legs to begin playing with herself.
“You are insatiable,” he responds, releasing her breast, then running his hand down her side before lifting her top leg over his, lining himself up with her entrance, and shoving his cock deep inside her already dripping wet pussy. “That’s my girl. Hades, you take my cock so fucking perfectly.”
She moans as he slams into her from behind, stretching and filling her like he was meant for her.
They fuck hard and fast. Before long, they both are moaning together as they reach their release. Lachlan’s hand is around her neck, pulling her head back to him, covering her mouth with his, swallowing the sounds of pleasure while pumping into her.
She swears she feels him getting hard again before he pulls out. It seems he’s insatiable too.
Lachlan plunges his tongue into her mouth, and she meets him with equal passion. She pulls away, feeling empty as he withdraws from her core, and rolls over to face him. He softens his kiss and then kisses the tip of her nose before getting a cloth to clean her up.
As lovely as all these orgasms have been, she admits she is a bit tender when he uses the soft cloth to wipe up his deposit between her legs. He notices her slight wince as he cleans.
“Little sore?” he asks, gently kissing her between her legs.
“A bit. I can’t tell you the last time I’ve had this much sex in a couple week period.” She laughs.
“It has been a bit excessive.”
“Mmm… I’m not complaining, though.”
“My only complaint is that I want more,” he jokes.
“I’m sure that can happen… but I may need a soak first.”
I thought you said this was a one-time thing,her brain sing-songs at her.
If we never stop, then it’s still one-time, she replies internally, mentally sticking out her tongue.
“To the tub!” he exclaims, pointing a finger to the ceiling like he’s just come up with the best idea ever.
She puts out her hands, and he grabs them, pulling her toward him and swinging her over his shoulder in one fluid motion. She cackles as she bounces while he walks. He smacks her ass with an audiblecrack.
He sets her beside the tub while he runs it, checking the temperature and putting in some lavender bath salts. She takes a moment to pee, somehow not shy that he is standing there while she does it.
Before long, the giant tub is filled with steaming water. He puts a hand out for her to hold while she steps in. He sits and then helps to guide her to sit between his legs. They lean back and soak in the bath’s heat, scent, and soothing nature.
I could get used to this, she thinks before closing her eyes, resting her head against his chest while he runs one hand between her legs and the other plays with her breast.
