Page 59 of Possessed Silverfox
“Me too. You were right; I needed time to relax.”
“Well, the night’s only getting started,” Eleanor murmurs as she kisses my lips fiercely. I grab a handful of her hair as I kiss her back, and she moans. We stumble out of the car and up the driveway, unable to part for even seconds. Eleanor kisses my neck as I unlock the front door.
“Bedroom?” I suggest.
“Bedroom,” she confirms between kisses. We careen upstairs. On the first flight's landing, I unzip her dress, and her breasts spill forth, bulging out of her lacy red bra. They’ve gotten significantly bigger. I take one in my mouth and suck, feeling her nipple pebble. Eleanor groans as she leans back against the banner. She shrugs her dress off and looks at me mischievously.
“Joseph, fuck me.” She pants as she settles onto the banister and leans back against the wall.
She kisses me again and undoes my belt. My cock throbs with each kiss. I lose myself in the feeling of her soft lips and her satiny skin as I step out of my pants.
“Here?” I ask.
“Yeah, no one’s home. It’ll be hot.” Eleanor looks me in the eye as she frees my cock from my boxers and takes it in her hand. She starts to stroke at a torturously slow pace, reaching up toward the head. I feel my muscles twitch. Then, she stops and grins, peeling off her panties. She kicks the panties away with her toe and spreads her legs. Her entrance is glistening. The tufts of red hair guarding it are slick with desire. I tease it open with two fingers, slowly stroking her clit. She groans.
She looks ethereal— all delicious curves and a waterfall of red hair. I palm the swell of her belly, kissing her with such force that she leans back. She grabs my neck and takes my bottom lip in her mouth, sucking as she tilts her pelvis toward me. I grab her hips to help her adjust as I enter her. She gasps, her mouth a perfect O, her breath hot on my collarbone as she clutches me closer. She rakes her nails along my biceps as I thrust deeper—my hips thud against the banister as she clutches me. I bury my face in her tits as I lengthen inside her. We kiss again, harder this time, as she wraps her legs around my waist. I run my fingers through her hair. She moans and tightens around me. She’s getting close. I thrust harder, feeling her thighs tense as her toes curl. The orgasm is building inside her like a damn threatening to burst. I plunge, and her lips contort into a perfect oh as she comes, baring down against the banister with a thud, a wild cry peeling from her throat.
“Fuck, Joseph! Fuck! Harder,” she begs. I’m happy to oblige. I grip her hips again and keep pumping, bringing myself to the peak of a mountainous orgasm of my own. She whines again, her thighs shake as the orgasm overtakes her, and the sounds of her pleasure only ignite my own. I let the warmth of my orgasm wash over me like waves, hissing as the heat fizzles along the back of my legs down to my toes.
Eleanor collapses against my chest, utterly spent. I help her off the banister. “Fuck, she sighs contentedly.
“The power of having a night alone,” I suggest, kissing her chastely on her forehead.
“Just us?” she asks.
“Just us,” I confirm as the stairs creak behind us. I pretend not to hear it.
Chapter 15
Eleanor
OnTuesdaynight,Istopped at Weatherby Books after work to purchase theParanormal Compendium.It has to weigh at least five pounds. The bookseller whistles and lowers his glasses as I heft it onto the counter.
“Business or pleasure?” he asks, scanning the barcode and slipping a bookmark into the front cover.
“A bit of both. I, uh, I live at Idylewylde Hall. I’m the archivist for the local history project,” I explain. His eyebrows shoot up a foot.
“$20.93,” he says, trying not to betray his shock.
“I thought it was at least $60 after taxes.”
“I gave you a discount. You need it. Do you want a bag?”
“No, I’m okay.” I pull the book forward and settle it onto my hip.
“Good luck,” the bookseller calls as I exit.
I plop the book into the passenger seat and drive home in silence. Joseph and Iphigenia are at Iphigenia’s sister’s house for the night, finalizing Thanksgiving plans. Joseph invited me to come with them, but I declined.
I want to finish up some work stuff before Thursday. Plus, since I moved here, it’s been ages since I’ve had a night to myself. I try to focus on the face mask and Thai food order waiting for me on the doorstep rather than the fact that I’ve never spent a night alone at Idylewylde Hall.
I pull into the driveway and grin as I notice the plastic bag sitting on the porch.
“Perfect timing!” I exclaim. I turn off the car and take the stairs to the porch, two by two with my book on my hip. I swoop down and grab the plastic bag. It’s still warm, and the smell of curry makes my mouth water. I’ve been craving spicy food lately.
I unlock the door and set my book on the dining room table, deciding to read as I eat. I grab a plate from the kitchen and scoop a generous portion of chicken pad Thai onto it, lining the edge of the plate with spring rolls.
I eat a forkful of noodles and open the book. The spine cracks in a satisfying manner as I read a section titled: “Suspected Paranormal Presences.” It says that the first thing people should do when they expect a spirit in their house is acknowledge their presence. It encourages readers to talk to the spirit out loud.