Authors: Elizabeth Lapthorne
“I make your knees
wobble?” he repeated darkly. “And your pussy wet? Do you know what you do to
me, Flame?”
Mutely, she shook her
head. Blade carefully removed her sunglasses so they could stare into each
other’s eyes.
“You make me burn,” he
whispered. He purposely used his deep, rich voice to make her hot. “You might
have a talent for fire, Flame, but it’s nothing compared to how you make me
feel. I can take the merest glance at you—the way you flip your hair, the way
your smile alters the whole appearance of your face—and you, witch, make me
burn,
inside and out.”
Ange
licked her lips succulently,
moistening them as they stared at each other after his husky, soulful
declaration. She wriggled on his lap and her small, feminine movements sang
through his body like the lightest of steel blades.
His fingers reached for
the clasp of her jeans and nimbly undid the warm denim. She lifted to his
touch, helped as he pushed the material over her hips and down her muscled
thighs to her knees.
Her thong panties were a
deep crimson-red color, the soft cotton sexy and flattering.
“
Mmm
,”
he murmured, turned on by the strong red against the paleness of
Ange’s
skin. The color suited her, made him think of her
luscious lips.
“Very sexy,” he purred.
Her fingers were on his
waistband, shaking with eagerness as she released his thick, heavily aroused
shaft from his pants. Warm hands dipped into his black boxer briefs and Blade
groaned as her soft fist enveloped him.
The pads of
Ange’s
lithe fingers stroked the exceedingly tender skin of
his sac, rolling his balls between her digits as she cupped him. Blade arched
his hips up and her hand tightened around his shaft. The tight fist still gave
him ample movement, and in the space of a heartbeat Blade thrust his pelvis so
he could fuck her hand.
“You’re so thick,” she
marveled, “and so warm. Your skin is softer down here too.”
“Soft?” Blade laughed.
“Babe, no man in this condition wants to be called soft.”
She chuckled and
continued to pump his rock-hard cock, her strokes long and smooth from his base
up to his tip. Pre-cum leaked eagerly from his slit and she smeared the slick
juices over his large head.
Blade shifted his hands
so that one clasped her hip, helped to keep her balanced on his lap. He lowered
the other to tug her red thong down her legs so he could stroke her freshly
shaved pussy, her plump, full lips. Eagerly, his fingers stroked her softness,
rediscovering her innermost secrets. Slick desire coated her pussy and covered
his fingers to make them glisten in the dim office lights.
Blade lifted his slick
digits and placed them in his mouth, sucking ravenously on them to taste her
desire. He repeated the motion, slicking her juices around her warm opening
then watching the way her cream eased the passage of his fingers, preparing her
for his possession.
Ange
burned in his arms, stroked
his cock harder and faster as her pleasure increased.
“Penetrate me,” she
pleaded throatily. “I need to feel you inside me, Blade.”
“Patience, love,” he
murmured. Despite his husky insistence, his own arousal grew faster than he
could have believed. The desire to touch, taste and possess her grew urgently
inside his chest and hungrily he pressed a thick finger deeply into her
clenching warmth.
Ange
moaned in decadent pleasure, her
back arching as she sucked him in as far as his digit was physically able to
penetrate. Blade felt her muscles tighten on him, milking
needily
at him. When he added a second and then quickly a third finger, he marveled at
how she shifted daintily, her cunt stretching taut around his deep, thick
possession.
“Circe,” she
groaned,
a low rumble as he thrust inside her, fucking her
forcefully with his fingers.
“Ride me,” he commanded
hotly. “I love to watch you on top of me.”
They timed their strokes
together so Blade’s fingers penetrated
Ange
as her
hand fisted his cock. Their breaths became labored and her skin darkened with a
flush. Their mingled scents filling the room heightened Blade’s arousal and his
fingers worked faster inside
Ange’s
body.
Amazed that
Ange
couldn’t hear his heart hammering in his chest, Blade
struggled for control as she dipped her head and caught his lips with her own
in a heated kiss. For the first time ever he understood what it meant to melt
into a kiss. His body relaxed trustingly into hers and he felt liquid and
pliant as his cock hardened further.
As the strength of their
passion grew, so too did the heated intensity of their desire for one another.
Electrical lust, sparkling and magical, grew like a ball of energy between them
as they fed from each other, driving each other higher.
Finally Blade could
restrain himself no more. He wrapped
Ange’s
legs
around his waist and stood. Clinging to him, as lost in her passion as he, she
only made a small noise as he pressed her naked ass into the cool wood of the
desk.
Her legs fell open,
splayed in an erotic, highly provocative pose, her hair tousled around her face
and shoulders. Hot blue eyes pierced him, her pupils widely dilated from her
pleasure. She leaned back on the desk, pouting sexily as she reached once again
for his long prick.
Blade came to her in a
swift movement, his lips pressed hungrily to hers as he devoured her, tasting
her sweetness and heat. Their tongues tangled and Blade moaned as her delicate
fingers stroked him once more.
Ange
drew his cock forward and he eagerly
complied, his thick, large head lodged at her hot entrance. Slowly, wanting to
draw out this luscious moment of first penetration, Blade inched himself inside
the wet, tightly clenching heat of
Ange’s
pussy. Her
walls closed in on his prick, sucking him as if her life depended on milking
his essence.
“Circe, you’re so tight,”
he moaned.
“Take me fast,”
Ange
rasped huskily against his ear, a siren’s song of
temptation no wizard or man could possibly have turned away from.
“Hard and fast, Blade.
Fuck me right now.”
Blade felt the bonds of
his control snap and, dragging her ass to the edge of the desk, he tilted her
to a satisfactory angle and plunged himself inside her to the hilt.
Barely giving her time to
acclimatize to his possession, Blade withdrew his shaft and plunged right back
inside her again.
Ange’s
head dropped back, long
brown tresses caught on her sweater, and he wallowed in the small, erotic
sounds of pleasure she made.
He
pistoned
into her over and over.
The hard, warm ball of energy grew inside him as
he reached toward his climax.
Lowering his fingers to
Ange’s
clit, Blade stroked her firmly and she flew apart,
screaming as her orgasm crashed over her body. Her pussy clamped down harder
around his cock and Blade felt the explosion of his orgasm begin at the base of
his shaft. Pleasure rocked through his body, overwhelming his senses until only
he and
Ange
existed.
Blade didn’t realize he
had
screamed,
a deep roar that left his throat sore.
Hot seed shot from his cock and filled
Ange
in a way
that deeply satisfied something primal and purely, essentially masculine inside
him. The marking of her womb with his cum, the instinctive desire to brand,
claim and possess his soul mate in a manner no other wizard or man could
possibly replicate.
Ange
wrapped her arms around Blade as
they clung together and panted as they recovered. A glowing intimacy crept
between them, making Blade feel loved and satisfied, an almost alien
experience. Despite the fact he had been with many lovers, never had this kind
of satiation sunk into the deepest parts of his bones afterward.
Pleasure at their
completion rolled down his spine as
Ange
tugged him
closer and their lips met in the sweetest benediction he’d experienced.
“You just fucked me on
the desk at headquarters,” she murmured, laughter light in her voice. Blade
suckled her full lower lip for a second before releasing her.
“Yes,” he replied smugly.
“Yes, I did indeed just fuck you blind on one of the communal business desks in
headquarters.”
A hum of machine activity
broke the calm silence of the moment. The printer, lights flashing wildly,
expelled page after blank paper for no discernible reason. Blade and
Ange
simply stared at it, not understanding until a
high-pitched whine ground out of the machine and slowly started climbing in
tone.
“Shit,” Blade said as he
realized they had likely fried the wretched machine. A small whine sounded from
the belabored equipment as the lights dimmed and it stopped printing with a
cough-like sound and a small plume of smoke that smelled suspiciously like
burned electrical wiring.
Gingerly, Blade pulled
himself from
Ange’s
body and replaced his clothes as
best he could. While he did so,
Ange
slipped off the
desk and also arranged herself neatly. Capturing her chin with a few fingers,
he tilted her face to his own so he could look deeply into her eyes. Love
filled his chest, unlike anything he had ever known possible. In that moment he
knew he couldn’t keep it from her any longer.
“I love you,” he said
solemnly.
Surprise flared in
Ange’s
eyes and she stared at him for a moment. Her tongue
licked her lips in a nervous move he found both sweet and enticing. The
faintest trace of fear lurked in her eyes as she replied with surprising
calmness, “I think I love you too.”
Blade grinned and drew
her close to his body, hugging her tightly.
“Don’t look so worried,
babe,” he consoled her. “We’ll work it out. Come on, let’s go get your gear and
get some rest.”
With one final kiss they
parted. Blade collected the folders of information they had collated while
Ange
grabbed her glasses from the desk and put them back
on. Together they headed down into the garage to get her motorcycle and head
off into the early hours of the pre-dawn.
* * * *
*
“I’ll just be a few minutes,”
Ange
said as Blade stood in the front foyer of her home.
Clearly recovered and
supremely at ease,
Ange
closed the door behind them.
Blade remained fixed to the floor of the entryway to her small house and tried
to soak up the atmosphere of her private dwelling.
Ange
pecked a quick, teasing kiss to his cheek as she walked past him and into the
main living area. Blade followed her, entranced by the elegance of the room.
“Just make
yourself
comfortable,” she said and waved a hand around the
room. “Pour yourself a drink if you like. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“No problem,” Blade
replied as she continued out the other end of the room and walked down the
hall, presumably to her bedroom.
The main room was
spacious with wooden panels along the walls. The floorboards were exposed and
polished to a high sheen, the rich brown of the wood lending
a
comfy
warmth to the area. A large corner couch set took up one side of
the living room, separating a small conversational area from the larger living
and relaxing space.
The couch, settee and a
few scattered, overstuffed chairs were all of sleek, supple black leather.
Blade noticed with private approval that the low coffee table had been made
from a deep, rich mahogany. A few red oriental-patterned rugs were spread out
under the furniture. Only two paintings graced the walls,
both
vivid
, eye-catching abstract scenes full of red, black, silver and
green.
Blade stood in front of
each painting for quite a few minutes, entranced by the play of shadows and the
depth the simple splashes of paint conveyed. Finally, curiosity about the rest
of the room helped him to tear his eyes away and he glanced over her CDs.
Interestingly, there were
more than a few of
his own
favorite jazz and blues
collections on her shelves. He mentally made note of a few he hadn’t yet
managed to discover.
Ange’s
collection was also
eclectic, with almost every style and genre represented to one degree or
another.
Her bookshelf ran heavily
to thrillers and suspense novels, with little divergence. Blade pulled a few
books from the shelf to scan their blurbs when the titles intrigued him, but
then became drawn to a few of the tomes on magic and arcane law she had shelved
nearby.
“That one has some
excellent hypotheses,”
Ange
said as she re-entered
the room, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. “But their basis isn’t always
sound.
Hamner
et al, the thick title next to it, they
have much better founded arguments but they refuse to open their eyes to
anything not already proven these last twenty or more years.”