Page 7 of Head Witch in Charge (The Sherwood Witches #2)
Leona…
“Spread your legs for me.”
Anticipation zings across my skin as I do what he demands. I don’t have to think about it first. I don’t have to wonder if it’s the right thing. It just is. Nothing that feels this fucking good could be wrong.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice practically a hot groan against the sensitive skin of my neck. “Keep your eyes open and watch. I want you to see yourself come all over my fingers.”
He slips his hand beneath the high slit of my dress.
“Open. Your. Eyes.” He nips the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “Now, LeLe, or I’ll stop.”
At that moment, with my thighs already tingling and my core aching with unfulfilled need, I’d do just about anything for him to keep going.
I open my eyes and gasp at what I see in the reflective walls of the elevator.
It’s all me, no camouflage spell. My wavy hair is a mess, half down from the partial ponytail I’d pulled it into during the poker game.
My bottom lip is swollen from me biting down on it to keep from moaning loud enough that the entire hotel will hear.
One boob is hanging out as that side of my deep-V dress pools around my waist. I’m leaning back against Erik, letting him hold me up as I just revel in pleasure.
I look vulgar and wanton and as hot as I have ever looked in my entire life.
“That’s my LeLe.” He reaches up and cups my exposed breast and then pinches my nipple, rolling it between his fingers while tugging it with just the right amount of pressure to make me forget to bite down on my lip before my moan escapes.
“Now look down at what I’m doing to that sweet pussy of yours. ”
My gaze falls as if I’m in a trance. Under the long skirt of my green dress, I can see the movement of Erik’s hand as he alternates between teasing my clit and sinking his long, thick fingers inside me.
A tease of almost seeing without actually seeing, along with the feel of my orgasm building with each stroke and push.
“Look at the color build in your face as you get closer,” he says as he increases the speed of his thumb as he circles it around my clit.
“And the way you squeeze my fingers, getting tighter and tighter. The smell of your magic is fucking delicious. I can’t wait to put my mouth, my hard cock, where my fingers are.
I’m going to make you come so many times this weekend, you’ll never be the same again. ”
The images his words build in my head, along with the way he touches me and the feel of his dick against the small of my back, letting me know exactly how big it is and how completely it would fill me up, is more than I can take.
My climax comes without warning, a sudden hard wave of pleasure that doesn’t seem to end, just continuing to roll over me for minutes, hours, days, I have no fucking clue.
When it’s over and I come floating back into reality, it’s in time to see Erik sucking my pleasure off his fingers. Then, instead of pulling me close or stripping me completely, he lifts the spaghetti strap of my dress back into place, covering me up just as the elevator doors open.
“This is your floor,” he says, stepping back into the opposite corner.
My brain is still too blissed out to process what’s happening. “Are you coming?”
“I’m on a different floor. You need time to think about if you want what I promised without being on the edge of coming.
” His gaze drops to my mouth, my breasts, lower.
Then he shoves his hands into his pockets.
“I’ll be at the fountain tomorrow night.
Eight o’clock. I promise to bring cheeseburgers. ”
I’m weak-kneed and discombobulated when I step out into the hallway, which is why it takes me until the elevator doors close for me to wonder how he knows which floor my room is on.