Page 86 of Charmed, I'm Sure
She blinks up at me, surprised, but she doesn’t hesitate to do as I requested. Lying down on her back, her dark hair fanned out across the floor, the purple smoke pillowed all around her. It’s almost as if we are on purple clouds of her own making. The candles flicker and splutter creating shadows across her skin as if her magic has a front row seat to the action.
I hover over her, one arm propping me up as I take in every inch, fighting every urge to rush into this. Taking everything without hesitation. There is a war happening inside me. I want to take it slow, even though I’m eager. Milo, my wolf, wants to use our baser instincts and bite, claim, and rut into her.
I’ve spent years waiting for this moment, even if I didn’t know it was her I was waiting for. We have a lifetime to take it fast. For now, I want to worship at her altar until she believes me. Believes every word I whisper, every touch, and believes in us.
“Trouble,” I murmur.
“Call me Bells,” she says with a sigh. “If you want to,” she adds quickly.
I smile because I’ve waited for this wall to fall, even if I’ve had my nickname for her this whole time. It means the world to me she wants me to call her by the name only one other person calls her.
Emotions swell, stealing all the words, wrecking my voice. My finger swipes across her cheek, curling under her chin as I hold her eyes with mine. “I love more than anything that you want me to call you by the special name, but I want to keep my nickname for you, if that’s alright.”
She nods her head; her bow lips popping open as I movemy hand down the column of her throat. Slowly trailing my finger between her breasts, watching her skin pebble with each movement.
“Tell me if I get this wrong. I’ve never—” The words stutter out of me, a confession I never wanted to admit to.
She presses a finger to my lips, cutting me off. Her eyes soften, even as they gleam with lust. “Miles, you don’t have to worry about getting it wrong. We are going to fumble through this together!”
The world tilts as her words sink in. My chest squeezes tightly. I can’t seem to breathe around what she is saying. “You—you mean…you aren’t worried about it being bad?”
She shakes her head softly, and the smile that curves her lips is sinful. “So maybe don’t worry about being perfect, puppy. We’ll figure this out together.”
Goddess help me, I almost weep right there. The validation I feel knowing that we are in this together and she sees me, gives me the renewed confidence that I need. I kiss her slowly, reverently, and with all the desire burning inside me. My lips are wet with her taste, and my lungs are burning, but I won’t be stopping again. Not until we fall into exhaustion.
My hand finds her breast again, braver this time, more sure of what I’m going to do. I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she moans into my mouth. That sound will haunt me in the best way for the rest of my life. Every time I think of our first time, I’ll replay this first moan.
Her hips arch, brushing her core against me, the warmth of it seeping through my boxers, and I almost lose it. I groan, biting my lip, trying to keep myself grounded in the moment before I lose it at the start of the race. “I want to make you feel good,” I plead. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Her nails drag down my back, leaving a burning trail in their wake. “Just keep going, puppy. You are doing so well.”
My cock twitches at her words. Praise. Fucking praise. She doesn’t even know what it does to me, fuck; I didn’t even know what it was going to do to me. It tears me openand makes me hers in ways the bond never will. I swear if she pet me, called me a good boy, and smiled at me, I would come undone right there.
I slide my hand lower, tracing over the curve of her hip, straight to the soft inside of her thigh. The warmth of her core heats my hand as I stroke slow circles across her leg. With each circle, I move closer and closer to where I want to be. She gasps, spreading her legs even more, practically begging me to touch her. My fingers tremble as they swipe through her pussy for the first time. She’s slick and ready. The silky softness of her wraps around my fingers as I plunge my middle finger inside her. With each hook of my finger, I can feel her pulling me in. I don’t know how long I’m going to last at this rate.
“Goddess, Trouble,” I breathe. “You’re so wet for me, for us. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”
She smirks, even as her body shudders from my words. “Don’t get cocky, sir. You haven’t earned it yet.”
“Challenge accepted,” I whisper, and dip my head down, capturing her nipple in my mouth as I add another finger. After a few pumps of my fingers, testing exactly what pulls the best reaction from her, I find a rhythm and go after it with full vigor. As if I’ve learned the perfect spell, I watch as she falls under my ministrations.
Her laugh melts into wanton moans as I push her higher and higher. I know I’m doing something right when I feel her tighten around my fingers.
“Oh my moon and stars, don’t stop, Miles. Fuck, it feels so good.” The candles all gutter out at once, leaving us cocooned in nothing but magic, moonlight through her windows, and the soft glow of her purple haze.
Her words undo me,my moon and stars, crumbling the last of my resolve. I want to etch them into my skin, carve them into my bones, because to me that is the biggest claim on my soul she’s ever made.
Her smoke swirls up my arms, tightening as if it’s a living thing. Brushing my shoulders, curling down my back, her power demands to be part of this moment as we are.
“That’s my good girl,” I whisper against her breast, words I never thought I would say, but don’t regret saying. My praise mingles with hers, and for the first time, I don’t feel embarrassed about the words slipping out. Instead, I feel…right.
She gasps, her nails digging even deeper than before, and I know she’s close. I curl my fingers, pushing her even higher. Her entire body bows off the floor, the purple haze sparking even brighter. My wolf howls inside me, demanding we claim her. Mark her right on her neck for the entire world to see.
Her head thrashes as her climax builds to the point of no return. “I need you, Miles. I need all of you, please.”
It’s thepleasethat breaks me. Snapping any restraint I had. I rip my boxers down, my hard cock springing free as I give it a few rough strokes. My entire body is zinging, all my nerve endings tingling as I line up with her entrance.
Her eyes go wide when she sees me, all my glory. My thick shaft with veins protruding along it as I swipe the head of my cock along her seam. Her mouth drops into an O shape as her eyes widen.