Crazy Spell
Dante
Iwas losing it. Drowning in her kiss, falling into her in a way I’d never done with other women. I knew it, but I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.
Her hair smelled of vanilla, her lips tasted like cherries, and her body… Christ, her body was like a gift from above. All soft curves, full breasts, and hard nipples puckering up just for me.
Her skin was soft—I’d never felt anything like it—and the way she leaned into me… The way she clung to me like I was the only man left on earth…
Fuck. It made me feel like a god.
I was already hard, but when she touched my cock, I turned to granite.
That’s why I’d pulled back. I didn’t usually give way to my baser urges. My control was legendary. But these runaway emotions were foreign to me.
Whatever this was, it suddenly seemed too real. Too raw.
I needed to think, to regroup, to try to get some fucking perspective. Except my logical brain had shut down and a deeper, more primitive instinct had taken over.
What I wanted to do was pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. Then I wanted to strip her naked and explore every crevice of her body. I wanted to feast on her nipples, feel her delicate folds quiver around me, but this time, I wouldn’t just use my hand.
I wanted to taste her, make her come with my tongue, and then again, when I sheathed myself inside her delicious heat. I wanted to hear her scream my name as she spiraled out of control, shattering beneath me.
Her eyes were glazed with desire, and so fucking green they didn’t look real.
“Witch’s eyes,” I muttered incoherently.
“What?” She gave me a questioning look: why did I stop? Why did I break the kiss?
“Nothing. Ophelia, I—”
Her gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt her nipple pebble under my hand.
Fuck, I was losing this battle.
Her hands dropped to my waist and I felt her undo the button on my jeans. “Ophelia…” I warned. “If you do that, I’m not going to be able to hold back.”
“I don’t want you to hold back,” she whispered.
God, did she even know what she was doing to me? The button popped open and the pressure on my erection eased. The relief was intense.
Slowly, she undid my zipper, her eyes never once leaving my face.
“Jesus,” I muttered, as I felt a hot bead of pre-cum leak from my tip.
Unable to help it, my hand snaked down to her stomach and under the waistband of her leggings. I felt the silk panties she was wearing and groaned with the sweet torture of it.
Lower I went until my fingers touched the soft hair between her legs. I slipped a finger between her lips and felt her shudder.
“Goddammit,” I muttered, as I felt how wet she was for me. Memories of her riding my hand flashed back and I couldn’t help but fantasize about her doing that on my cock.
She leaned forward and kissed my jaw, running her lips over my scruff, then my lower lip, and finally full on the mouth.
I reached up and grabbed her head, crushing her to me. She was destroying me. Any thought I had of distancing myself vanished as she nipped my lower lip, not as hard as I’d done to her, but it stung nonetheless.
With a low growl, I picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom.
It was dark, so I placed her on the bed, then leaned over her to turn the bedside lamp on. I wanted to appreciate every inch of her gorgeous body and watch as she came apart beneath me.
I shrugged out of my jeans, hissing as my dick sprung fully loose. Damn, that felt good. I was so fucking hard I could feel the throbbing deep in my groin.
“You have exactly five seconds to get that sweatshirt off before I rip it to shreds,” I warned her.
She pulled it off and was about to unclip her lace bra when I shook my head.
“Not that.” I wanted to be the one to do that.
But not yet.
Pushing her back down, I took her erect nipple into my mouth and sucked on it through the sheer material.
“Oh!” She tossed her head to the side.
I nibbled her engorged bud until the fabric was soaking wet. She was making soft mewing sounds, and I could see her stomach muscles fluttering as they locked up, then relaxed, then tensed again.
Reclaiming her mouth with my own, I kissed her long and hard, even as I pulled down her leggings, along with her underwear. I got it halfway down before she kicked them off the rest of the way. Her bra followed in quick succession.
Then her legs were entwined around mine, her body pressed into me, soft and curvy in all the right places. Jesus, she felt good. My cock prodded her pussy, eager to be sheathed in her heat.
“I need to be inside you,” I gritted, breaking away from her mouth. My plan had been to take my time and enjoy her body, but we both needed this release.
And I was way too fucking far gone to pull back now. I knew without a doubt that I wouldn’t be able to hold it together if I went down on her. One taste of that sweet pussy and I’d lose it right here, and I wanted to be inside of her when that happened. Deep inside.
There’d be time to taste her later, after we’d satiated ourselves. When our need wasn’t so urgent.
I was about to bury myself inside her when I remembered… Jesus, how could I forget?
“Shit…” I muttered, tearing myself away.
She groaned, but only because of the sudden lack of contact between us. I reached into my jeans pocket for my wallet and pulled out a condom. With a frustrated growl, I tore it open and pulled it over my straining cock.
I saw her eyes widen at the sight of it and felt a need so primitive, I couldn’t put it into words. All I knew was I had to be inside this woman. Now.
I had to possess her with every last throbbing inch of me. I had to drive her to heights of pleasure she’d never experienced before, and I had to empty myself deep inside her hot, slick sheath.
Only once I’d done that would I be able to break the spell she’d cast over me.
I lined myself up at her warm, wet opening and gazed down at her. Christ, she was beautiful, her hair spread out behind her, her pale skin glowing in the lamplight, those luscious full lips parting just for me.
Lowering myself onto her, I claimed her mouth with mine at the same time as I slid my cock inside her. She was so fucking tight I could hardly breathe. I felt her stiffen, her legs gripping me tightly.
“Relax, baby,” I murmured into her ear. “Breathe for me.”
I wasn’t fully sheathed yet, and already I could feel her inner walls locking down around me.
She let out a long breath and I felt her relax enough for me to drive all the way in.
“That’s my good girl.”
A tremble shook her body as I possessed her completely.
“Oh God, Dante. Feels so good,” she moaned, bucking her hips.
“Fuck,” I muttered, closing my eyes. Good didn’t even begin to describe it. Her velvety soft tightness gripped my cock all the way down its length and I felt myself swell, the pressure coiling tight and low. I needed to move, to claim her again, and again.
I withdrew and thrust in again, and this time there was no resistance. Her body was primed and opened for me, accepting me to the hilt. I groaned and repeated the motion. She lifted her hips, meeting my thrusts, until we built up a frantic rhythm.
Deeper and deeper I embedded myself, marveling at the magnificence of her body. How her smooth skin glistened with perspiration, how her full breasts bounced with each forceful thrust, and how she cried out my name as she got close to coming.
She was the most beautiful goddamn thing I’d ever seen.
I buried myself deep, teetering on the edge. I was so fucking close to exploding, but I needed her there with me.
Claiming her mouth again, I plunged and sucked, my elbows braced on the pillow beside her head.
The headboard slammed against the wall as she bucked more wildly.
Then I felt it, the fluttering of her muscles as her orgasm hit.
They locked down around me as she cried out and threw her head back, breaking the kiss.
The spasms triggered my own release, and I tensed as a volcano of heat erupted from my balls. It shot along my shaft and burst free.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I ranted, as I let go, catapulting over the edge with her. I plunged into her shamelessly, while she writhed beneath me. Our bodies were slick with sweat, but we kept going as the waves kept washing over us.
Only when I was totally spent, did I stop pounding into her.
“Jesus Christ, Ophelia,” I gasped, when I finally came back down to earth. I was still sheathed inside her, but I couldn’t move. It was like she’d sapped every last ounce of energy from me.
She gazed up at me with something like awe. I felt like a million bucks, like I was invincible. But I was also fucking terrified, because I knew that once with this woman was never going to be enough.