Page 41 of Livewire Witch

It hits me at this moment. I trust him.

Might as well go all in.

“I want you inside me, too.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” He scoops me up and carries me to my bedroom with shocking ease. Laying me down on the comforter, he tugs down my sleep shorts as I tear my shirt over my head, eyeing his lithe, muscular body with hungry eyes. He kisses me almost desperately with the same level of enthusiasm he gives to every other task. It’s like he’s trying to mold my lips to his and make me forget any other kisses that came before this one.

It’s working. I can’t think of anything else other than him and his lips in this moment.

Roscoe drags himself away, letting out a pained whimper before he strips off the last of his clothing. “You’re so beautiful, Silver.”

“So are you,” I tell him, my voice sounding both husky and a little breathless. His cock is one of the few areas of his body not covered in rune tattoos, the black markings cover his body right the way from his neck and broad shoulders to his thick thighs and calves.

He’s like a work of art.

“No cock tattoos?” I joke with a grin.

“Runes for stamina, you mean? Nope, I’m all natural, baby. But I’m slightly regretting that now.” His words come out breathless, like he can’t quite regulate his breathing properly.

It’s a major ego boost. This beautiful man seems to be losing his shit over being in my bed.

But I want him to enjoy it too.

“It was a joke, Roscoe. You’re perfect as you are.”

He shakes his head emphatically, moving his attention to my tits again, where he begins to pluck and suck at my nipple, causing a spark of sensation to go straight to my clit.

“Nope. You’re perfect. I wish I’d got some dick tattoos so that I could last for you. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna get inside you and blow.”

Wrapping my hands around his face, at his jaw, I tip his head up until he’s meeting my eye. “Doesn’t matter. I’m not seeing this as a one time thing, so even if it doesn’t last long, we can try again later.”

He shuffles down the bed until his face is in line with my pussy and then he lets out a little helpless moan. “Fuck, you smell so good.”

He then proceeds to bury his face in my pussy, lapping at my clit and licking at my wetness while making these delicious little sounds like he’s gorging on a banquet.

I only let him continue for a minute or two before I have to tug on his hair and make him stop. Something tells me I need to be the focused one right now.

“Thought you were going to make me come around your cock,” I say.

“I can do that. I can do both. Let me?” he asks with a desperation that makes me grin.

“Come up here and kiss me. Then get inside me,” I order him, giving his hair another little tug. The moan he lets out lets me know that he’s not averse to being ordered around. And strangely enough, I quite like it too.

I always thought I was more into being told what to do in the bedroom, although most of my sexual encounters have been less than romantic and kinda rushed, so I’ve not had much room to explore.

The way Roscoe is gazing up at me is slightly dazed and fills my insides with heat.

Maybe the two of us can explore together.

He takes my mouth in another kiss that’s both bruising and surprisingly tender, spreading my legs wide as he fits himself between them and then slowly pushes his cock inside me.

He’s not the girthiest I’ve ever taken, but he islongand it seems to take forever before he’s fully seated. Roscoe then slowly fucks in and out of me, propping both arms on either side of my body in a plank position. I wrap my legs around his ass and begin to massage my clit in small circles as he fucks into me.

“Fuck, Silver. Being inside you is the best thing I’ve ever felt,” he stutters.

I can’t respond. My body is too busy focusing on the waves of pleasure building as he pounds into me harder until he’s pistoning inside me. The room fills with the sound of our flesh slapping together and my wet pussy as he slides in and out, drawing me closer to my peak.

I use my free hand to grab the back of his head and pull him down into a kiss that mimics the movement of our bodies, connecting us in more ways than one.

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