Page 87 of Tricky Magic
“Men from your other home didn’t want to date you?”
“They wanted to date me, sort of, but I didn’t want to date them,” she answered, pushing her empty plate away.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Well, believe it,” she said, toying with her wine. “What do you think dating should be like?”
Ellea poured him more wine and watched him finish his food. Pushing his plate away, he eyed her over his glass, thinking.
“More of this?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “This was perfect.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course!” She put her elbows on the table to lean closer to him. “No people, good food. What else could I need?”
“I could think of a few things,” he said, toying with his lip. She gave him a questioning look. “What about dessert?
Her eyes glinted. “Your place or mine?”
“Why not here?” he asked, and she choked on a laugh.
“That’s rude; he just served us some of the best food we’ve ever had and now you want to defile his restaurant,” she scolded.
“Don’t act like you don’t have a few rude bones in that delicious body of yours.”
He stood and cleared the table quickly. When he came back, she didn’t dare move. He waited for her to deny what she wanted. She chuckled softly under his stare, but he saw the heat in her eyes and the beautiful pink color on her freckled cheeks. He put both hands on the arms of her chair and leaned into her. She leaned back and blinked slowly up at him, a small smirk on her lips.
“I sat here and listened to you moan around your fork,” he said, leaning in to run his nose across her flushed cheek. “If you don’t get your ass on that table and give me my dessert…”
“You’ll what?”
“Oh, princess…” He chuckled softly and leaned into her one more time. He breathed against her neck, and a shiver ran down her body. “You’re going to end up on that table whether I throw you on it or you get up there on your own like a good girl.”
He licked up the column of her neck, and a whimper escaped her lips. She was fighting, like always.
“Why can’t you just do what you’re told?”
“Where would the fun be in that?” she whispered.
He growled and grabbed her by the hips. She half laughed, half shrieked and wrapped her hands around his neck before she fell back.
Ellea kissed him hard, demanding he open for her, and he did. He moaned as their tongues collided, twining and fighting for dominance. They hadn’t kissed like this since Mabon, and he felt starved for her. He roughly placed her on the table. Leftover silverware clattered to the floor, and she laughed. She tore the sweater from him and leaned up to see where his cock was trying to poke out of the waistband of his jeans. Licking her lips, she reached for him, but he stopped her, pressing her back down on the table.
“You had your chance,” he said and gripped the back of her leggings. She whimpered as he pulled them down to her boots. There wasn’t enough time to untie them, he needed to taste her right now.
Ros grabbed a chair and placed it in front of her. She writhed on the table as he settled between her legs. He slid one finger through her, and it came back wet. Bringing it to his mouth, he moaned at the taste. She had begun to pant and they hadn’t even started. He grabbed her thighs and yanked her to the edge of the table; she slid easily with the table cloth.
Ros kissed the top of her pussy, and she cursed and opened wider for him. He spread her sex and groaned at the sight, resting his head against her warm thigh. He couldn’t wait to bury his cock in her again, all that silken wetness teasing him. He unbuttoned his pants to give himself more room and got to his treat. He ran his tongue from her opening to her clit, and she shivered in response.
“Oh Gods,” she begged.
“So ready,” he groaned into her, lapping her up and circling her clit.
“Please,” she panted, “I need more.”
He chuckled at her politeness. But he delivered on her request, circling two fingers at her opening and slowly sliding them in. He did it again and again, circling her clit with his tongue while giving her teasing strokes. She arched off the table when he curled his fingers deep inside of her. When he nipped roughly at her clit, he felt the flutter around his fingers as she let out a long, languid moan. He did it one more time, but she wasn’t allowed to come yet. He slowly pulled out, and she leaned up, blinking at him.
