"So we should probably do something this weekend, I guess. Since Thanksgiving is the following week," she says.
"Yeah. How about you come over to my place? I'll cook you something."
"Really?" she says, giving me a playful grin. "You're going to cook for me? I won't say no to that. See you then," the curvy witch says as she slides out of my truck.
Watching her walk to her front door, I soak in her delicious curves before I head down the driveway.
Somehow, Celia Weaver looks even sexier sitting at my kitchen table as she devours my grandmother's pot roast.
"This is the best pot roast I have ever had," she says, taking another bite.
After dinner, we settle in front of the fire with a Bill Hader movie on the TV, which has us laughing so hard that we both have tears running down our faces. When the credits roll, Celia says, "I guess I should be going."
Is that disappointment I hear in her voice?
I walk her to the door, and after she zips up her jacket, she surprises me with a hug. Electric warmth bathes my body, just like when we danced at the lodge last weekend.
"Thank you," she whispers, and we stare at each other for several intense seconds. "I guess I should go. Talk to you later."
When the door shuts behind her, my cabin feels empty after she leaves. Turning, I look over at the flames in my fireplace, and shake my head.
Shit. I'm falling for this woman, and I have absolutely no idea how she feels about me.
After lying in bed for an hour, unable to sleep, I finally get up and turn on the shower. The hot water feels amazing against the knots in my neck as I soap up quickly and rinse off. Standing under the stream, I try to think sleepy thoughts, but my mind keeps wandering back to the curvy witch I am crushing on.
Pumping body wash into my hand, I stroke my hardening cock while picturing the two of us in bed together at the lodge last week. It would have been amazing if she had climbed over the pillow wall and straddled me. Her wet pussy sliding up and down my cock while still wearing the hotel's oversized T-shirt they gave us to sleep in. I'd slide my boxers down, and Celia would help my cock enter her tight wetness.
Picturing the witch riding me, I imagine her breasts bouncing underneath the shirt, nipples hard and peeking through. I bet she is a loud lay, moaning out my name as she comes on my cock. The idea of this sends my body into a fiery frenzy as my orgasm crashes down upon me, with my seed falling into the swirling water and down the drain.
I stand under the shower stream, my heart racing as I attempt to catch my breath, but it takes several minutes for me to feel steady again on my feet.
Yep, I definitely have it bad for Celia Weaver.
7
Celia
Thanksgiving with Aunt Griselda is a whirlwind. She seems to be in heaven, celebrating it with me and my fake fiancé. While we're eating, she points a fork at me.
"Celia dear, where is your engagement ring?"
I'm surprised that this is the first time she's brought it up, but I am prepared with my answer.
"Oh, it's being resized, Aunt Griselda, down at a jeweler in Corvid Valley. I just haven't had the time to go pick it up."
Soren gives me a knowingly wicked smile, which makes me shift in my seat with desire. I wiggle slightly, trying to force myself to focus on my sweet potatoes.
"Oh, well, don't leave it there for too long. You definitely want to show that bling off on your finger," my aunt says, and I stop myself from rolling my eyes. "And also, you two, what did I say last time? PDA doesnotbother me. You are newly engaged. You should be all over each other."
With that, Soren reaches across the table and places his rough hand against the back of my neck, giving me a light massage.
"This food is amazing," he says, looking at me with his warm brown eyes.
"Thank you, sweetie," I say, my cheeks warming from his touch. I look over at Griselda, who gives us an approving look.
Soren then slides his hand from the back of my neck to my chin, lifting it, and I feel his warm lips press against mine. He tastes of cranberry sauce and wine. When he pulls away, I realize I was holding my breath the entire time. My body is sizzling, and I feel exposed.
Later, when the three of us are cleaning up, Soren scoops me into his arms when Aunt Griselda is watching, and places another kiss on my mouth.
