Page 74 of With This Witch
“I said, play with yourself.”
She moves her hand up and begins circling her clit with her middle finger. Sparks build in her toes, shooting up her legs and spine. The additional pressure and sensation rapidly bring her closer to the edge.
“That’s my girl.”
Her head hangs down, chasing the release while he bucks into her, firmly holding onto her hips, punishingly stretching her with every thrust. She picks up the speed and rubs her clit, pushing more firmly.
“I’m so close. Fuck me harder.”
“As you wish, wife,” he says. He spreads his legs, giving himself more purchase for each thrust. Placing a hand on her breast he rolls her nipple between his fingers. The pinching adds a new dimension to everything she’s already feeling, and she arches into him, always wanting more. Using his other hand, he holds on to her hips hard enough that she knows she will have bruises later on as he fucks her with every last bit of energy he has. “Make sure the neighbors know who is making you come, love,” he says slamming into her.
She flicks her clit in time with his rapid thrusts and goes over the edge, sparks of ecstasy shooting throughout her body as she screams. “Lachlan!” Her mind spins with euphoria, unsure which way is up or down as she rides out the pulsing waves of electric heat working through her. He continues thrusting, chasing his release and grunts her name in response when he finds it. She will never get over the sound of her name on his lips as he comes undone. Her name on his lips sounds like a promise. That he belongs to her and will remain hers until the end.
“Fuck, I love how you feel wrapped around my dick,” he pants, leaning over, lazily sliding in and out of her.
She responds by clenching around him, eliciting a deep-throated groan.
He withdraws from her, his deposit seeping out of her. Rather than clean her up as usual by conjuring a cloth from somewhere, he slides his fingers inside her, pushing it back in. That is the first time he has done that, and it is so unbelievably hot that she comes again with just the simple touch. Her toes curl as she whispers his name, riding his fingers and chasing the sparks that flow through her body as she releases. She turns and faces him, taking the hand he was using to stuff himself back in, and licks his fingers, tasting their mixed fluids. She moans around his fingers, her eyes rolling back as she clenches again and again with the second orgasm.
Taking it as an invitation, he removes his hand from her mouth and picks her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He lines up with her core again, slides her down his still-hardened length, and presses her back against the window. They groan in unison as he fills her, her wet pussy clenching around him, claiming him as hers.
“Hades, you are perfect,” he grunts, punctuating each word with a thrust.
She moans in response, grinding into him as he holds her under her ass and thrusts deeply. It isn’t long before she is screaming his name again, louder this time, letting everyone know who is the source of all her pleasure, as she comes on his dick for the second time this morning. He is breathless, sweaty, and grinning when he follows with his release.
“What are you grinning so madly about?” she demands as he withdraws, setting her on her feet.
“Just thinking of the show the neighbors got so early in the morning.”
“We really should put up some glamours so they can’t see in. Especially if you plan to regularly fuck me senseless in visible places.”
“What’s the fun in that?” he teases.
She shakes her head at him. “I should probably shower and clean up before meeting with Gammy for breakfast.”
“I can help with that,” he says, raising a mischievous eyebrow and taking her hand, leading her toward the stairs.
“I bet you can.” She raises her hand to flick her wrist and clean up their mess on the window and floor, but he grasps her hand, stopping her. “Leave the window prints,” he says, his voice heated. She smirks at him, knowing he likes it as a little reminder. She does as he suggests, then follows him upstairs, where they fuck again in the shower, bringing her morning orgasm count to four. He tries to get her to five, but she is running late and promises him another round later.
After getting dressed in dark jeans and a cream sweater, she puts her hair into a messy bun and kisses him goodbye, yelling “Love you” behind her as she runs out the door to meet Gammy to talk about a troll.
* * *
Gammy has been busy with medical appointments, and as much as Petra has tried to come and see her the past few days, Gammy has done her best to keep Petra away, not wanting to be seen in the rougher days after her treatments. She says it usually takes a few days to start feeling close to normal again, so she suggested waiting to meet until she was feeling up to it.
Petra shudders in the winter morning cold. As she approaches the door, she remembers where she is and that this is likely Gammy’s last winter. The last time she will feel the changing crisp winds. This realization stops Petra’s hand as she reaches for the door handle, ready to push down the latch and step into a home she has known since she was a teen. She shakes off the incoming feelings of loss and grief, reminding herself that Gammy isn’t gone yet. Not sure what to expect of Gammy when she walks through the door, Petra plasters a fake smile on her face and prepares herself for the worst.
She finds Gammy basking in golden rays in the sunroom at a small bistro set with a teapot and two teacups. When Gammy hears Petra approaching, she turns her head and smiles lovingly. Petra smiles back and hugs Gammy gently, though she notices that Gammy’s eyes seem slightly sunken, her hair not quite as shiny, and her posture not quite pristine. A soft gray blanket adorns Gammy’s shoulders, which Petra assumes is to keep her warm in the cooler space. In the middle of the summer, this room is almost a sauna, which is great for the flowers and herbs she keeps in here as part of her apothecary.
“Sit, my darling,” Gammy says, gesturing to the chair across from her.
Petra gladly obliges, angling her body to the side and crossing her legs under the table. “Would you like me to pour us some tea?”
“Please,” Gammy responds.
Petra picks up the teapot, placing her other hand underneath to help it remain steady as she pours. She moves one teacup before Gammy and picks up the other for herself. She adds a small dollop of honey to her cup.
“Thank you,” Gammy says softly, sliding her index finger through the handle and lifting it to her mouth to take a sip. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
