Page 75 of Cursed Touch
“Okay, don’t kill us though.”
Vanessa tugged on the pull tab of his zipper, her mouth watering when his erection sprung forth. The man was not a fan of underwear it seemed. Carter took himself in hand and pumped up and down the shaft as she released her seatbelt before shifting for better access.
“Damn, I wish I could finger you right now. When we get home, I want you riding my face, hear me?”
His words made her sex clench and flood with desire. “I hear you.” She moaned and squeezed her thighs together.
She lowered her face and wrapped her lips around his engorged tip. Carter let loose a string of expletives as one hand rubbed her back in soothing circles. A little niggling fear of them crashing had her determined to make him climax in record time. Using her mouth, tongue, and hand, she aimed to give him a blow job he would never forget.
He thrusted his hips, and his dick slammed into the back of her throat. Thankful her gag reflex had not kicked in, she concentrated on breathing through her nose and tapped into her magic. She sent a teasing breeze over his balls and smiled around a mouthful of dick at his hiss of pleasure.
Within seconds, Carter gripped her hair tightly. Unintelligible words escaped his lips, and his body tightened under her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ah…”
Vanessa swallowed and licked before giving him a sweet smile. “Feel better, baby?”
He peered from the road to her with labored breaths. “I… uh—”
She giggled as his hands readjusted on the steering wheel, and she clicked her seatbelt in place once again. “Now remember, you promised me lots of food.”
“Food? Woman’s talking about food after my brain nearly exploded from that blow job,” he muttered and shook his head.
She giggled. “Well, your brain kinda did explode, all in my mouth.”
His mouth opened and closed before one hand tucked himself back into his jeans. “I’m starting to think you’re a siren and not a nymph—no, never mind. Definitely a nymph—nymphomaniac.”
She raised a brow. “Sounds like you’re complaining.”
Carter shook his head quickly. “Oh, hell no, that’s not a complaint. I’d happily die in your arms because of your insatiable needs.”
Carter kept his part of the bargain and not only managed to get them to dinner but fed her a crazy amount of food. The drive back to his place was less adventurous than the one toward food.
Vanessa debated taking a nap before sharing what she had learned as she kicked off her shoes, but Carter tossed her over his shoulder. “Oh God, don’t make me puke!” Without a word, he set her on her feet, then scooped her into his arms.
“Carter?” she asked, partly amused and partly aroused when he stripped off her shirt as soon as they reached his bedroom.
He shook his head. “No talky-talk. I’m ready for my dessert, and I’ve been a good boy.”
Hell if he wasn’t a good boy.
Carter buried his face between her legs in no time. He expertly drew out her orgasm with his mouth and fingers before pushing her onto her hands and knees. The sex was not graceful or slow. It was raw and claiming. There would be bruises on her hips from the grip he had on them, but she loved every minute of it.
Vanessa cleared her throat, her chest rising and falling quickly. “Nap now, show-and-tell later.”
Carter pulled her against his side and brushed off the hair sticking to her sweaty face. He offered no words, only a soft kiss to her forehead. Her sex throbbed in a delicious way as she faded, wrapped in the arms of the man she loved.
Chapter 34
The smell of flowers and damp moss filled his lungs, drawing him from sleep. His dream-induced fog began to clear at the sound of running water. Carter turned on his side, searching for Vanessa, but only found cool sheets where her body had lain.
He pushed out his magic and sensed her nearby as he struggled to wake. Between the use of magic in his lesson and losing himself in Vanessa’s body, he was spent. He could roll over and easily sleep for another twelve hours.
Instead, he cracked his lids open again in search of his mate. For a moment, he questioned where he was. Vines covered his walls, flowers blossomed before his eyes throughout his room, and a bubbling could be heard from behind him. It reminded him of the brook through the portal.
Vanessa sat ramrod straight at the end of his bed wearing one of his T-shirts. Her hair was a mess from their lovemaking, and his chest filled with pride to call her his.
Carter pushed up onto an elbow. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”
