Page 39 of Wedded Witch
He nods, clearly grateful and relieved by my words. Was he scared I was going to back out? As I reach forward, my fingertips brush against his skin, setting off an explosion of sensation that radiates throughout my entire body.
He lets out a sharp breath as I take him in my hand again and guide him to my waiting mouth.
The first touch of him against my lips is intense, sending shockwaves throughout my body that seem to emanate from a central point just below my belly button.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before - a potent mixture of pleasure and fear that makes my heart race with anticipation and excitement. This is new territory for me, athrilling adventure that we’re embarking on together without knowing how it will end. And I love it.
As I take him deeper into my mouth, the velvety texture sliding effortlessly over my tongue, he moans softly above me. I love the taste of him, it’s addicting, and I want more.
His hands tangle in my hair gently as he moves with me, our bodies responding to each other in a way that is both primal and intimate. I savour every second of this experience, feeling the power and the vulnerability that comes with being so close to him.
As I begin to move my head, taking him even deeper, past the point of comfort, he groans my name in pleasure. It’s a sound that sends shivers down my spine, making my knees weak with desire. I want to please him, to make him feel as good as I possibly can. To make this as memorable for him as it is for me.
“Swyn, fuck, baby. Clover, you’re so fucking good at that.”
With every movement, every exploration of his body with mine, I feel as though we are forging a connection beyond just physical sensations. There’s an emotional bond that grows stronger with each passing moment, a bond that cannot be denied or ignored.
It feels…magical.
“You look magnificent on your knees, clover, taking me so deep. Good girl.”
Oh fuck. Those two words…
I whimper and push forward, desperate to hear them again. He hits the back of my throat and I swallow my mild panic, instinctively knowing that this is what I need to do.
He trembles above me, his eyes never leaving mine as he thrusts into my mouth, his movements becoming more urgent with each passing second. As much as I want to touch myself, it’s clear that he is nearing his breaking point, and I am determined to help him cross that line, so I focus on his pleasure not mine.
“You’re driving me crazy, clover. I’m close. You have to stop if you don’t want me to empty my balls down that pretty little throat.”
Another desperate whine escapes me at his dirty words.
As his breathing becomes ragged and irregular, I can sense that he is close to the edge. With renewed determination, I pick up the pace, taking him deeper into my mouth and moving faster than before.
His hands tighten in my hair as he cries out my name, the sound of it on his lips sending an electric charge through me.
“Clover! Fuck. Good girl. Like that. Take it, baby. Show me how deep you can go.”
And then, it happens. He surges forward one last time before crying out my name again, a hoarse roar of pleasure filling the room as he releases deep within me.
The heat of his release against the back of my throat sends a wave of warmth and satisfaction through me. I relish the taste of him, a mixture of salty and sweet that lingers on my tongue, even after I’ve swallowed him down.
It doesn’t taste as bad as I expected it to, though maybe it’s my flush of pride sweetening the moment.
As he begins to soften, he pulls away from me gently, his eyes never leaving mine. “You did it,” he whispers, awe in his voice. “You were so…so good at that.”
I smile up at him, feeling both proud and embarrassed in equal measure. “Well, there’s a first time for everything,” I say with a shrug, trying to play it off as if it was no big deal. “And now I guess we’ll just have to see if it’s mutual.”
He chuckles at my remark, pulling me up to my feet and wrapping me in his arms. “Oh, it’s mutual,” he assures me, his voice low and husky against my ear. “I think we’re both going to need a little recovery time before we try anything else.”
We stand there for a moment, just enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies pressed together. Then he pulls back slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “What do you say we try out that bed?” he growls, a wicked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leads me in the direction of the bedroom the bedroom. “Lie down. I need to taste you.”
I can’t help but giggle at his suggestive comment, but the look in his eyes tells me that there is no time for laughing or joking, he’s deadly serious.
Obviously I don’t move fast enough for his liking, because he lands a sharp slap on my backside, causing me to yelp and scramble up onto the mattress like my arse is on fire.
Which, thanks to his spank, it kinda feels like it is. But my clit is throbbing from it too, so I don’t protest or complain.
He quickly follows me onto the bed, his eyes devouring every inch of my body as I crawl up the covers and lie on my back. Moments later he’s stalking towards me.