Page 60 of Pocus
“Good night, Coco,” I say with a tired sigh and drop the call. I drop the phone on my bedside table and lean back against the headrest. I close my eyes and let my fatigue wash over me; it’s been a long day.
I’ve just started to drift off when I feel a distinct pull of desire that jerks me right back to consciousness. I sit up slowly, trying to determine if the feeling I sense is real or a figment of my fantasy.
My heart starts a low thump in my chest, and my veins start to pump with that maddening lust that only one person can kindle.
Abigail.
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Abigail
“Oh fuck,” I moan deeply, digging my fingers into the firm flesh of his back. “Right there!”
I raise my hips to meet his thrust, frantic with an urgent need for release. Instead, he withdraws slowly, thrusting into me in one deliberate stroke, and finally drives me over the edge.
“Pocus!”
I open my eyes to familiar dazzling green orbs that shine even brighter than they had in my dream. I sit up slowly, immensely grateful for the room's dim lighting. It’s embarrassing enough that he caught me moaning his name in my sleep. I don’t want him to see me looking like an overripe tomato. Pocus is sitting on the edge of my bed, staring intently at me in a way that makes my toes curl involuntarily underneath the sheets.
I clear my throat quietly. “Did you sense my distress this time?” I asked, striving for a light tone.
“I sensed a lot more,” Pocus replies quietly. His voice seems to have gone huskier with desire.
My heart picks up in response to the flames in his eyes. My body longs for his, especially after that vivid dream. “Wh …what did you sense this time?” I ignore the slight tremor in my voice as I wait impatiently for his response.
“Lust, ma chérie,” Pocus replies, leaning in to trail his thumb over my perched lower lip. “I sensed your desire to be fucked.”
An unconscious moan escaped my lips, and it took everything in me not to suck on his finger. “What are you going to do about that?” I ask in a challenging tone.
“You’re naked under that nightdress, aren’t you?” Pocus asks randomly. His smoldering green eyes burning into mine.
I shrug, pulling my lips up in a bold smirk. “I’m not inclined to answer that question, Prez.” I lean back against the headrest, lifting my leg a little so that my night dress rides up to my thigh. “But you can find out for yourself.”
Pocus’ eyes seem to burn brighter. He leans forward and slowly runs his palm over the flesh of my exposed thigh. His touch brands my skin, leaving me wanting more of him. The movement of his hand stops just beneath the hem of my nightdress. He lowers his eyes to my nipples and back to my face with a deliberate slowness that messes with whatever restraint I have left.
“The scent of your arousal, ma chérie…,” Pocus groans, pinning me in place with his gaze. “It drives me wild.”
“I could drive you even wilder.”
“Fuck!” Pocus swears quietly just before he swoops in and presses his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. I moan softly into his mouth, instantly wrapping my arms around his neck. He deepens the kiss, slowly taunting me with the teasing strokes of his tongue. His palm covers my left breast through the fabric of my night dress, and I arch shamelessly into his hand. He squeezes my breast roughly, sending delicious shivers down my whole body. He pulls away from the kiss and presses his lips to my neck. I incline my neck to grant him better access, loving the feel of his silky dark hair between my fingers. I gasp softly when Pocus’ mouth covers my right breast. He suckles greedily through my night dress while squeezing my other breast with just the right amount of pressure to drive me over the edge.
“I need this out of the way,” Pocus says, gently tugging at my nightdress. I kneel on the bed and raise my hands as he lifts the silky night dress over my head.
“Damn…you are beautiful,” Pocus says, running his eyes down my naked form. “Look at that ass….”
I chuckle bashfully and tug at the hem of his pajama bottom. “Your turn,” I say shyly.
Pocus chuckles amusedly and leans in to place a quick kiss on my lips before swiftly tugging his shirt over his head. He pulls down his pants, kicking the rest of the material off.
My throat goes dry as I stare at him in all of his naked beauty. My hands itch to run over the ripped muscles of his chest and strong thighs. His body is filled with dark exotic tattoos that seem to have deeper insinuations than their surface representations. He’s damn beautiful, almost perfect. My gaze falls to his dick, and my throat instantly goes dry.
Damn…he’s big. Thick. Hot. And damn well appetizing.
I reach out unconsciously, lightly stroking my fingers along the length of his hard dick. He feels sumptuously heavy against my palm, and I continue to stroke my hand along his long throbbing length.
Pocus’ hand on mine stops my curious exploration. “Easy, Tigress,” he says in a light tone that contradicts the intensity in his dazzling eyes. “Tonight is all about you, ma chérie.”
He captures my lips in another dizzying kiss that makes me frantic with desire. The need for him thrums in my veins.Raw.Urgent.