Fake Dating a Witch

Chapter 25

GRANT

Still in shock over everything that”s transpired tonight, I carry Sirona through the dark, down the path to her house where I’ll spend my last night with her.

Fuck, it”s really happening. I”m really leaving.

Against her side, I flex my hand. The sensation of, well, sensation is something I”ll have to get used to again.

”I can feel you. With all my fingers.” My tone is hushed. It feels wrong to speak at full volume in the quiet woods.

I can just make out her smile in the darkness. ”I know. And when we get to my house, you can use them to touch me everywhere.”

Blood surges to my cock. ”Are you sure? It”s not too much?”

She rests her head against my chest. ”I won’t be able to do magic for a few days, but I might”ve asked you to carry me just to have you carry me.”

I laugh, and it feels good to not feel so heavy for a moment. ”I see. You could”ve told me that.”

”I just did.”

”Touché.”

”No, it”ll take more than a little bit of magic to keep me out of your bed tonight.”

I kiss her forehead. That was more than a little bit of magic. My bones literally shifted. But I appreciate her attempt to keep things light. It could get sad and heavy all too easily.

Her porch light is on, and when we reach her front door, I set her down. But before she can open the door, I have to kiss her. It”s a deep need.

Everything this woman has done for me, whatever it is she sacrificed to fix my hand, how can I feel anything but love for her? How am I going to make myself leave in the morning?

Maybe I could convince her to come with me. It”s only a few hours away, so she could still easily see her family. And?—

I stop myself and force my mind to focus on the taste and feel of the woman in my arms. To memorize this moment. Because I already know I”m not going to ask her to come to Chicago. Any more than she would ask me to stay in Owl Cove.

I may love her down to the very depths of my soul, but our lives are too different. We”re going in different directions.

”Take me upstairs,” she breathes into my mouth.

I reach around her to open the door, then scoop her back into my arms. I want to be the romantic hero who takes the stairs two at a time, but I”m not quite that strong. Plus, it”s two flights. By the time we reach her room, my thighs are burning. But it”s worth it.

She”s always worth it.

I set her on her feet and she immediately pulls her shirt off, unhooks her bra, and drops that.

I guess I”m not undressing her slowly.

”Shut it,” she snaps, looking over my shoulder to the window seat.

I glance back to see Koko curled up there, her yellow eyes watching us. That”s not disconcerting or anything.

”If you can”t keep your thoughts to yourself, then go downstairs. I”m not interested tonight.” Turning her back on the cat, Sirona yanks her skirt and underwear to the ground. She flicks off her shoes and spreads herself out, naked, on the bed.

And I”m the jerk still standing there, fully clothed.

I make quick work of my own clothes, and hurry to join her. I can”t decide what I want to do first. Where I want to touch. Even though I lived thirty years with full sensation in my hand, after so many months without it, it feels unfamiliar. New. I imagine I”ll get used to it again pretty quickly, but for tonight, it makes it feel like I”m touching her for the first time, in a way.

And in another way, for the last time.

Shit. I need to get out of my head. So I kiss her. I kiss her with all the love and passion I feel for her, with all the hopes I wish I could put on her. Just for tonight, I”ll let myself dream them. Because I know, deep inside, she could”ve been the one. The One. The one people pay Bronwen hundreds of dollars to help them find.

I”ve found her and I have to let her go.

I kiss my way down her body, touching and stroking every bit of her soft skin. Under me, she writhes and moans and murmurs encouragement.

Eventually, I”m between her legs, and I kiss her there. I slide two fingers inside her pussy, two fingers that have never felt her like this before. She”s so hot and wet, clenching me, drawing me deeper. Moaning as I stroke her.

I lower my head and lick gently at her clit. Teasing little circles as I continue to stroke her. Slowly, so gradually, I increase the speed and pressure. I don”t want this to end. I want to stay here for hours, licking her pussy and bringing her pleasure.

She spears her fingers through my hair, clutching my head as she thrusts gently against my face. I suck harder. Her nails dig into my scalp, a sting that goes straight to my cock.

”Grant,” she whimpers. ”Please.”

I scissor my fingers inside her and suck as hard as I can and she burst against me, shaking and sobbing my name. And possibly tearing out a little of my hair. But she”s worth any bald spot.

I rest my cheek against her hip as she comes back to herself, and sooner than I expect, she”s pulling at me.

”I need you, Grant. Now, I need you.”

I hurry to align my body with hers, lifting her thigh over my hip as I settle my cock against her belly. It”s sweet relief, but not enough.

As she always does, she closes her eyes, snaps her fingers, and I”m wearing a condom.

”I”m really gonna miss that trick.” I kiss her hard, reaching between us to move my cock in place.

We both moan as I start working my way inside, rocking back and forth, a little further each time. When I reach the hilt, I roll my hips in a circle, pressing down against her.

”Yes.”

I do it again, and a few more times.

Then I”m still and we stay like that. My forehead rests against hers, our noses brushing, my cock pulsing inside her tight pussy.

This is it, this moment right here. This is perfection. I don”t need anything else in life but this moment.

But, of course, that”s not how life works. This feels like enough right now, in the middle of lovemaking. But it”s not in the real world.

She breaks the silence. ”What if... do you get tested?”

”You mean, like, STIs?”

She nods.

I pick up what she”s getting at, and need surges to my cock. ”Yeah. Everything was negative, and you”ve been the only one since then. You?”

”Same.”

”Are you saying you want?—”

”I want you inside me without a condom,” she blurts out. ”I... I”m not even sure why, but I really want this tonight.”

Fuck, I love this woman. I nod, my nose bumping hers. ”Yes, we can do that.”

I start to pull out of her, but she wraps her legs around me so tightly, I can”t. Before I can ask what she”s doing, she snaps her fingers, and the condom is?—

Holy fucking shit, she feels amazing without any barriers between us. I can feel her heat better. I can feel how slick her pussy is inside. I close my eyes and groan, long and low.

”You feel fucking incredible.”

She runs her feet up and down the backs of my knees. ”You too.”

”Everything is so much... more.”

She hums her agreement.

It”s so good, I”m not going to be able to hold still much longer. I need to chase this feeling, chase the promise of even greater pleasure.

”I need to move, babe.”

”Yes. I want you to fuck me. So hard I forget my name.” Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me, this beautiful woman who I love with every part of me.

In answer, I pull my hips back, then thrust into her as hard as I can.

She cries out, a shattered sound that sends hunger surging straight to my cock.

I widen my knees, spreading her thighs even further, and start fucking her as hard as my hips will go. As hard as either of us can stand. I”m grunting with the effort of it, with the pleasure of it. She”s moaning my name. I”m fucking her harder than I”ve ever fucked someone and there”s nothing to dampen the sensation and I”m not going to last.

It”s hot, wild sex, but somehow it still feels, underneath it all, like lovemaking. It”s on the tip of my brain, tip of my tongue, to tell her. The words fill my mouth, but I don”t let them out. What good would it do to tell her now? It would just make everything hurt more tomorrow. So I swallow the words and instead say, ”You”re so good, babe. So good.”

”Grant.” Her nails dig into my ass, then trail up my back. Marking me. I love it.

”Come for me, Sirona.” I suck her earlobe into my mouth and nibble at the soft skin.

Two more thrusts, and she does. She arches into me, her pussy throbbing around my cock. She”s vocal through the entire orgasm and the sounds go to my cock and heighten my arousal until my own orgasm rips through me.

I shove as deep inside her as I possibly can as my cock pulses. I”m coming inside her, and it feels amazing, both sexually and emotionally. I”ve never felt more intimate with and connected to a partner than I do in this moment.

Eventually the bliss recedes, and my cock is soft inside her. I pull out, and it”s messier than usual. ”Should I go get a washcloth or something?” I ask as I roll to her side.

She immediately turns her body toward mine, snuggling up against me. ”No. It probably sounds gross, but I want to feel your cum dripping out of me.”

Damn, that”s hot. I kiss her, a firm press of my lips to hers. I love the idea of me leaving behind this reminder of our time together.

Speaking of reminders of our time together, shit. We didn”t talk about?—

”Just so you know, I take birth control.”

She finished my thought for me. ”OK, good.” I mean, there would be worse things than if she got pregnant. We would have to find a way to make it work then.

I shove the ridiculous thought aside. Of course it”s good she won”t get pregnant. Our relationship expires in less than twelve hours. We do not need a kid.

We lie like that for a long time, snuggled together, not talking. I try to turn off my brain, try not to think about how hard it will be in the morning. Instead, I try to figure out what she might be thinking.

Trailing her fingertips over my chest, she finally breaks the silence. ”I don”t want you to go.”

Something cracks open in my chest. ”I don”t want to either.”

”I wish... I wish there was some possible way to make this work.” Her voice is shaky, like she”s crying.

My chest cracks further. I pull back to look at her and sure enough, there are tears rolling down her cheeks. ”Sirona. My beautiful Sirona.” I brush them away with my thumb.

Her expression is so full of sorrow, it makes me ache. Added on top of my own sorrow, it”s almost too much.

”I know you probably need a little longer, but I”m going to need you to make love to me, slow and tender, before we go to sleep.”

My cock stirs with her words, but she”s right, I”m not ready yet. But I know what will easily get me ready.

Worshiping her body as I go, I make my way back between her legs. Slowly and tenderly, I eat her pussy until she comes on my face and my beard tastes like her. Then I climb her body and slide inside her, and I give her the slow, tender lovemaking she asked for. It seems to last forever, hours passing until we both reach our satisfaction.

In those moments when I”m slowly sliding in and out of her, it almost feels like it really can last forever. For just one moment, I believe in a future for us. But, of course, that can”t happen.

Eventually, tomorrow will come.