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“Christ, Kaitlyn. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”
She didn’t answer, just smiled up at him and closed her lips over the tip of his shaft, her tongue swirling over the head to capture the salty taste of him. The flared head heated against her tongue and he jerked his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. He tasted of need and dark, wicked lust, everything she’d wanted from him for years.
She sucked harder, laving his shaft with her tongue and reaching underneath to cup his balls in her palm, gently squeezing them.
“Oh, shit, Kaitlyn!” he bellowed, driving his cock head toward the back of her throat. She reveled in her power to pleasure him, needing to feel him erupting and shooting his cum down her throat. But instead, he reached down and hauled her to her feet, planting his mouth over hers and kissing her with a devastating passion that left her trembling.
She laid her hands on his chest, squeezing the steely muscles there before letting her hands trail down his abdomen. He drew in a harsh breath she wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
“Oh yeah, baby. Stroke it,” he urged, his voice as dark as his heavy-lidded gaze.
His command thrilled her, stoked her own internal fires to a raging inferno. Eagerly she complied, caressing the thick shaft from base to tip, savoring how it pulsed with life against her palm.
A part of her couldn’t believe she held Brett’s cock in her hand, that he was standing before her naked, letting her touch him. How many nights had she dreamed of doing this very thing? Of touching him and taking his cock into her mouth, sucking until he cried out and came.
Now that she had him naked and hard, she intended to fulfill all the fantasies that had gone unfulfilled for too long. Just in case this was the one and only time she’d get the chance.
As she moved her hand over him to caress his taut flesh, she raised her gaze to his. His lips curled in a devilish grin.
“Normally I’d say go ahead, touch and look as long as you like. But cher, I need to be inside you and goddamned quick. We’ll play later.”
Fire burned in his eyes, turning the amber to molten lava. His heat seared her core, her cunt opening, weeping, begging to be filled.
“So turn that powerful magic on us, ma belle petite sorcière, and let’s make love.”
He’d called her his beautiful little witch. God help her but the endearment made her melt. It signaled an acceptance of who she was, when she wasn’t sure he was even aware of her powers.
Before she could utter a response, he swept her into his arms and carried her through the studio and back into his house. Lightning sizzled and thunder roared outside, the wind pushing around them with gale force just as it slammed against the windows.
Yet he didn’t falter even a step, nor did he ask her to explain why the storm outside the house had moved inside with nary a window open. Being allowed to free her magic made her senses soar with bliss, aligning her with the forces of nature outside and slamming her insides with the need to experience a fury all her own.
He kicked open the door that led to his bedroom and deposited her on the bed. A flash of lightning at the window lit up the room.
The furniture was different since the last time she was here, but she only caught a glimpse of a couple dark wood chests of drawers and the posters on all corners of the bed. She scooted across the comforter and made room for him to join her, holding her arms up to receive him.
In an instant he was next to her, his hips nestled against hers as he drew her to her side and wrapped his arms around her. His cock felt like a burning torch against her belly, hard and throbbing. He took her mouth, threading his fingers into her hair and holding her head in place while he ravaged her lips and tongue with intense kisses. His assault left her mindless and gasping for breath. Her magic pulsed, filling the room with the scent of lavender.
Brett lifted his head, stared at the flowers bursting from his carpet, and turned to her, a smile curling his lips. “That’s some interesting magic you have there, Kaitlyn Storm. Is there anything else about you that I should know?”
She wasn’t quite sure how to answer that, but he spoke again, this time drawing his hand over her belly and between her breasts. “For instance, if I lick your nipple, will a flower pop out there?”
She giggled, but only for a second because he did just that, his lips covering one taut nipple, his tongue swirling over the aching bud. She arched her back and moaned at the exquisite sensation as he pulled and tugged at the crest until it popped free of his mouth, standing glistening and erect. He leaned over her and took the other nipple in his mouth, teasing it to the same state.
A soft whimper escaped her lips and she moved her hips in a silent signal, hoping he’d take her as she’d dreamt of for so many years. Her pussy was drenched, liquid arousal seeping from her. Instead, he palmed her belly again and shook his head.
“Incredible body. Just as I imagined. You didn’t have to worry about me painting you wrong, Kait. I’ve known every inch of you for years.”
“You’ve never seen me naked.”
His gaze moved from her sex to her face, the smile disappearing as he said, “Yeah, I have.”
“When?”
“I’ve dreamed about it.”
Her heart clenched at his words. He’d dreamed of making love to her, the same as she had about him? Then why had they spent all these years apart? Why had he married Amanda instead of—
No. She wouldn’t go there, it wasn’t fair. Back then neither of them had been ready for this. Now? Now she was more than ready.
“I used to dream about you, too.”
“Is that right?” But he’d turned his attention from her face to her belly again, sliding his hand over the flat plane and then lower to cup her sex. “I’ll bet you had sweet little girlie dreams of lovemaking. My dreams about you were a little…darker.”
His hand on her mound was like dipping into a fiery bath. She cried out and rain burst from the ceiling, the light mist tinged with the smell of sweet flowers. Brett didn’t even pause, instead slid his fingers lower, circling her clit and slipping one between her throbbing pussy lips to dip inside her cunt.
“Christ, it’s hot in there,” he murmured, withdrawing his thick finger, only to thrust two of them inside her. She moved her hips against his hand, so close to orgasm she could feel the quakes squeezing his fingers.
“Please, Brett,” she whimpered, reaching down to grab his wrist and guide the tempo she needed. “God, I need you inside me.”
He gave her exactly what she needed, using his thumb to draw circles around her clit. Searing heat burned her but she still inched closer to the flame, needing what only he could give her. A rush of cream spilled from her again, and he murmured his approval.
“Oh yeah. So fucking hot. I dreamed of touching you like this, to feel the heat that radiated from your body. I knew you’d be hot inside. Hot and creamy.”
His words melted her, drawing more juices from her.
“I dreamed of a lot of things,” he continued, his fingers continuing to pump inside her. “Hot, wicked, nasty things I wanted to do with you. Can you handle that, Kaitlyn? Can you give me everything I want?”
She couldn’t answer him, his words driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. But each time she poised near the edge, he slowed the pace, painting her clit with her own juices—soft, swirling caresses over her distended pearl, then moving away as soon as he found that spot guaranteed to catapult her into immediate orgasm. He was driving her slowly crazy, but it was an amazing experience, one she wouldn’t miss for a thousand orgasms.
When he moved his hand and rested it on her thigh, her eyes flew open, beseeching him with her gaze.
“Not yet, baby. Answer my question.”
Whimpering her frustration, she said, “I want it any way you want it, Brett.”
“Oh I don’t know about that.” He traced wet circles around her belly button, painting her skin with the cream from her cun
t. “I want to fill every hole you have with my cock—I want to feel it in your mouth, your pussy and your ass. I want to bend you over and spank that gorgeous ass of yours while I fuck you. I want you to suck me until I shoot buckets of hot cum down your throat. So tell me the truth, cher. Can you handle me?”
Pitié douce! The way he described what he wanted to do with her was so damn hot she could cry. “Yes!” she whimpered, desperate for him to do all he suggested. “Yes, I can handle it.”
“Good.”
