Page 81 of Wedded Witch
She arches into me, her hips rising to meet mine with each pass.
The tension between us is so thick I could cut it with a knife, but I don’t want to break this moment. This feeling of complete connection with Swyn - it’s something I’ve never experienced before. And it scares me and exhilarates me all at the same time.
But I know we can’t hold back forever. The pull between us is too strong to ignore.
Slowly, I move lower still, my lips reaching the edge of her sleep shorts. Her breathing hitches, and for a moment she freezes. But then she relaxes underneath me, her fingers stroking through my hair as she lets out a sigh of surrender.
“Good girl,” I murmur as I slide her shorts down her legs, tugging them off along with her underwear until she’s lying beneath me in nothing but skin and desire.
So fucking beautiful.
As I descend, my hands firmly grip her, tracing her skin with a fierce hunger that contradicts the intense heat simmering between us. I observe her response to each touch, her pleasured expressions urging me to push further.
This moment is raw - a primal connection between two bodies, a craving sealed by lust and need. And then I arrive at my destination - the apex of her thighs, already slick, pulsating and hungry for more.
I plant a bold kiss on her inner thigh before delving in to taste her completely, her intoxicating essence beckoning me. My tongue darts out eagerly, savouring the first hint of her arousal, knowing that what follows will be even more delicious.
Swyn’s breath catches as I start to explore her sensually, her hips moving beneath me in a wordless invitation. I tantalise her outer lips initially, my tongue flicking out to tease her with purposeful intent.
She moans softly and arches into me, gripping my hair tightly as she guides me closer to where she craves me most. The rhythm of her heartbeat pounds beneath my touch as I descend further, parting her lips with fervour and plunging into the core of her with an insatiable hunger that has been building since our eyes first locked.
The room fills with the sounds of our desire - her moans of ecstasy intermingled with my guttural groans as I devour every inch of her passionately.
Soon she’s squirming beneath me, panting and uttering indiscernible pleas. Her nails dig into my back as she thrusts her hips upward, urging me on.
The taste of her arousal is overpowering, intoxicating. I can’t get enough of it – I want more, need more.
My tongue moves in sync with the rise and fall of her breaths, licking and exploring every inch of her, drawing her pleasure out as long as possible. I trace the most sensitive spots with care, revelling in the way her body reacts to each touch, before plunging my fingers deep inside.
Her hips buck wildly now, unable to contain the pleasure building within her.
“Kel, please!” she begs.
Swyn’s breathing becomes erratic as she nears the edge. Her moans become louder, more desperate, pleading for release. Her whole body is trembling beneath me now, every muscle taut and ready to explode.
And then it happens – a shudder runs through her entire body as she arches off the bed, her back arching into a perfect curve as she lets out an ecstatic cry that echoes through the room.
Her muscles clench around my fingers, the warmth and tightness of her pulsating in rhythm with her gasps for breath. She’s finally found her release, and the sight of her lost in pure pleasure is the most exhilarating sight I’ve ever witnessed.
As her body slowly starts to relax, I gently pull away from her, my heart pounding as fast as hers. I crawl up her body, my eyes finding hers. For a moment we’re both frozen - our bodies yearning for each other, but our souls yearning for something more.
Connection.
Seal the bond.
I kiss her once more and our bodies melt into each other as our passion reaches its peak. Swyn’s breaths are still shallow and erratic, so I trace gentle kisses down her neck, allowing her to catch her breath as I savour the taste of her.
I position myself above, notching myself at her entrance. The anticipation is bottled up within me like a wild animal caged for too long. I gaze deeply into Swyn’s eyes - a kaleidoscope of emotions reflected in them - fear, desire, and the nagging question I know she’s about to voice.
“Are you sure about this?” she whispers softly, her voice barely audible against the crash of waves outside our room. Her hesitance makes my heart ache, but I understand it. “Is any of this real?”
This moment is far more than just physical union; it will be a sealing of our souls, a merging of two beings that have been unknowingly searching for each other for lifetimes.
This is love and commitment and partnership in its most raw form — but she’s not ready to hear that yet.
“Yes, it’s real,” I answer firmly, my voice rumbles with assurance and determination. “And I am more sure about this than anything else in my life.”
With that, I thrust into her, feeling her body tighten and then relax as she submits to me fully. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Swyn.”