Authors: Elizabeth Lapthorne
“I love your body,” she
murmured huskily. “Greek gods would turn their faces away in shame when
compared against you.”
Entranced, Blade watched
Ange
continue to trace patterns over his skin. She had
earlier asked him if he
shaved,
a question he had
scoffed at with casual, self-assured derision.
Ange
had quickly explained how much she enjoyed the faint smatterings of wiry black
hair over his chest, arms and legs. Blade had realized she wondered if he was
naturally far hairier, and he had laughed, deeply amused.
“I shave my head, babe.
But from the neck down, this is all me. Natural,” he’d said, his voice thick
with the arousal her touch wrought. For years now Blade had kept his head
closely shaved for ease more than any sense of vanity or oncoming baldness.
Her deep-blue eyes
pierced him when their gazes clashed. Blade didn’t mind her gaze being hidden
for the majority of their time together. It made the rare occasions when she
removed her glasses the sexiest thing he had seen in more years than he cared
to contemplate. Right now, though, he could have done without the sweet temptation
of those bottomless eyes.
“I want five minutes to
do anything I please to you,”
Ange
said in a husky
tone. She wrapped her arms around his chest and nudged him so he sat fully on
the bed. Her soft breasts pressed against his muscles and Blade felt the insane
urge to let her do anything she wanted.
They were both used to
being in control, each of them normally completely in command of themselves and
any given situation. He trusted
Ange
, more so than
practically any other living person. That didn’t mean he felt immediately
comfortable relinquishing all power to her.
Despite this trust, his
magic instinctively surged. Surprised, he felt her power rise between them to
meet his. The room became oppressive, the invisible potency of their inherent
magics
—each quite powerful in its individual way— filling
the air between them.
Ange
was an utterly amazing witch. It was
one of the things that had attracted him from their very first meeting.
Right now, however, he could cheerfully have strangled her and
requested a more meek and biddable partner.
“Five minutes?” he asked
gruffly.
“Absolutely,” she
murmured, gracious in the face of his seeming defeat.
Blade arranged the
pillows behind his back. They lifted his upper body to a low angle, but from
the waist down he remained flat on the mattress. Hoping the five minutes
wouldn’t stretch into an eternity—and that he wouldn’t cheat and touch her
anyway—Blade made himself comfortable and reminded himself that he’d faced all
manner of ambushes in the past. One slender, stunningly beautiful witch
requesting complete control over his body and actions could not be anything but
brilliant, surely?
“Hands.”
Ange
indicated with a tilt of her chin that he should grip the slats of the
headboard of his bed.
“
Ange
,”
he groaned. Before she could say a word he closed his large, powerful hands
around the top of the wood, exposing his body for his lover’s eager, hungry
gaze.
Blade had fought against
insurmountable odds and won, had spent most of his life becoming a machine-like
warrior. He was frequently described by his peers and coworkers as one of the
most deadly and powerful fighters in the known world.
“Five minutes,”
Ange
repeated as she licked her full, pouty lower lip in
eager anticipation.
“Five minutes,” he agreed
huskily, his cock already painfully erect in tortured approval of her game.
Blade glanced at the clock and as the number flicked over,
Ange
lowered her head to his skin. With the faintest touch, she ran her lips
teasingly down the center of his chest, following the small indentation that
bisected his abs all the way down to his bellybutton.
The soft caress of her
lips felt as if it were electric. All the tiny hairs on his body stood up as if
a current raced through him—and she was the source of energy.
Ange’s
tongue flicked out to caress his navel. Sexual power
arced between them.
He flicked his gaze to
the clock—not even a single minute had passed.
Ange
ran her tongue over his skin, into his navel, lapping at him. His breaths came
faster and harder.
Blade was unable to
believe the sensuality such a relatively chaste and simple gesture could
create.
Ange
let her teeth tenderly scrape his
sensitive skin before her tongue once again stroked over his skin.
Blade jerked at the
erotic sensation. A handful of people knew his ticklish places, and
Ange
had discovered them all over the last few days. This
one, she knew, was not just ticklish, but an erogenous zone for him as well.
His navel was sensitive and held nerves that seemed to connect directly to his
cock.
With tiny, teasing flicks
of her tongue,
Ange
had enflamed him, helped his
prick to swell to enormous proportions and nearly ruined his already shaky
desire to play along with their bet. He automatically reached his hands out for
her, until she hummed in disapproval without lifting her eyes from his dark
skin.
“Damn, witch,” he
growled. “You know what that does to me!”
“I know,” she replied
smugly, evidently drinking up his every reaction.
Again she scraped her
teeth lightly around the skin of his belly, her smile pearl-white against his
darkness. Using her tongue, she drew small circles around his navel, the rings
getting smaller and smaller. Eventually she penetrated the small indentation
with the tip, flicking it in and out as if she were fucking him.
“Circe,” Blade swore, his
eyes riveted to
Ange
as her slender pink tongue
traced patterns over his belly.
“I love your six-pack,”
she muttered huskily, desire thick in her tone. “You’re such a hard wizard, a
strong one. You’re fierce and intimidating to so many, but inside you’re soft
yet protective unlike anyone I’ve known. Your physique embodies that so
well—hard, ripped muscles all over, but your skin is baby-soft and so smooth
beneath my fingertips.”
Ange
tilted her head so she could
continue to hotly press kisses and graze her teeth and tongue along his belly.
Her warm eyes lifted to meet with his, their gazes clashing and holding
intimately.
“I love dark chocolate,”
she continued wickedly, the double entendre
clear
.
Ange
licked her lips as if she could taste him. “It’s
delicious.”
Blade felt his hands
clench tightly. The urge to stroke her jaw and feel her words nearly
overpowered him. He wanted to cup her delicate face and kiss those soft lips
that just begged to be ravished. Her silky long hair fell halfway down her back
and he knew the tresses would wrap two or three times around his wrist.
For a heated, decadent
moment, Blade fantasized about what that would feel like.
Ange’s
silky locks curled multiple times around his fist while his other large palm
cupped her skull and held her in place as he fucked her body with his thick,
hard cock. Instantly this mental picture was replaced with the image of his
shaft thrusting deeply into her mouth and down her throat as she swallowed
around him, her wet, hot lips caressing him intimately.
Feeling his hands begin
to cramp, Blade loosened his deathly tight grip on the headboard. He flexed his
fingers as
Ange
returned to kissing and licking,
exploring his body as if she had all the time in the world. One pale, slender
hand reached up to toy with his nipple. She pinched it delicately, rolling it
around with a decadent slowness, obviously not in any rush to squeeze it again.
Pleasure shot through his
body, his arousal growing as sensual heat burned through his chest at the touch
of her fingers. His cock stood so firmly at attention he thought he would
burst,
explode in a wave of cum before she could finish with
him. The urge to grab her, pull her down onto him and thrust himself balls-deep
inside her nearly overwhelmed him.
“Babe,” he groaned. A
part of him wanted to beg for release, to be allowed to touch her silky skin
and feel the heat of her need coat his fingers as he dipped inside her pussy.
Blade hoped the end would not be him losing his mind or coming all over
himself, his legendary control utterly lost. He wondered if that was exactly
what
Ange
had planned.
He grunted as the idea
rolled around in his mind, tempting one moment then horrifying the next.
Ange’s
head dipped. Her lips tenderly kissed the slick,
bulging head of his prick. Blade groaned and canted his hips upward so the
super-sensitive tip of his cock rubbed over the soft pads of her full lips. She
opened her mouth and tasted him, then moved back an inch so the cool air of the
room sensitized him even further.
Teasing him mercilessly
now, she licked his juices from his shaft, nibbled tiny kisses all over his
cock, driving his pleasure higher. Swallowing his pre-cum down, she moaned in
apparent approval.
Twice now in their
frenzied rush to be intimate they had almost forgotten protection. After the
second time they had agreed to share their medical histories. It had deepened the
level of trust and intimacy between them.
While Blade still held on
to a few condoms from sheer habit, he loved the freedom he and
Ange
now shared. An erotic trust and sense of faithfulness
neither had belabored verbally but both silently acknowledged by dispensing
with those protective barriers.
He felt her smile against
him, an erotic intimacy he’d not guessed could touch him so deeply,
then
that wicked tongue of hers flickered out again to lap
his juices. She made a sound of pleasure as she swallowed them and eagerly
returned for more.
“Take it,” he
panted,
his voice surprisingly thick and needy. “Take all of
me,
Ange
. Please.”
“But this is
my
time,”
she replied, her voice low. “I get to do what I want with you, take you how I
want and do anything I crave.”
Blade had to resist the
urge to squeeze his eyes closed. The need to watch his partner, memorizing
every sensual detail, ran rampant through him. He let his magic wash over him,
heightening his senses in the dimly lit room so every sight and touch of his
lover could be branded into his memory.
Her pink tongue flicked
out again to lap at him, the rough surface rubbing along his dark, vulnerable
cockhead. She dipped into the weeping slit to taste more of his cream. With no
warning,
Ange
opened those luscious lips and
swallowed the plum-sized head of his erection down her throat.
Blade moaned, his eyes
closing despite his desire to watch. He groaned deeply, the sound rumbling in
his chest. Snapping his eyes open again, he lifted his head and clenched his
hands so tightly he felt the muscles in his arms and fingers cramp
uncomfortably. His breaths came in ragged pants as heat spread over his body,
prickling his skin and making small beads of sweat dot across his chest.
Slowly at first, he
tilted his hips, thrusting his cock into her mouth. When
Ange
didn’t stop him or move away, he plunged faster up into her wet warmth. Her
tongue played merry hell with his restraint as she teased him and tempted him
to push farther. Never in his life had Blade wanted to cup a woman’s face, wrap
her hair around his fist and penetrate her, claim her for his own, as he did
right now with his intoxicating witch.
His lungs heaved as he
sought to drag more and more oxygen into his body. “
Ange
,”
he groaned, incoherent as pleasure rolled over his body and curved his spine.
He wanted to drag her
body up over his,
needed
to thrust deep into her mouth, her pussy, her
ass. Blade had never wanted to claim a witch like he did his lover, never
wanted to stamp his possession over her every inch. The desire rode him hard
and he again felt himself reaching for her before she hummed her disapproval
and scraped her teeth lightly down his shaft in chastisement. Her eyes laughed
at him. A half-feral growl snapped out of him, and with a quick, harsh
movement, he replaced his hands and clung to the wood.
Ange’s
strong, capable hands cupped his
balls and her slender fingers stroked his skin. Blade felt his cock harden
more, pre-cum leaking from his slit as he struggled to fight off his impending
climax. His whole body felt as if it was clenched in preparation to explode, a
roiling knot of pleasure straining inside him as he sought the delicious release
of orgasm.
As if she could sense how
close he was to the ragged edge,
Ange
kissed his
cock, licked its tip one last time,
then
lifted
herself until she straddled his waist. Her hands cupped her pale, perfectly
round, full breasts, and she lifted them to enhance her already impressive
cleavage.