Page 111 of Hexed Up

“It’s your fault. This whole business has been very frustrating.”

“Fuck, Molly, you’re telling me,” he says. “Do you know how many cold showers I’ve had? How many sneaky ‘wanks’?”

“Same,” I tell him.

“You’ve been…” He growls. “Jerking off and thinking about me.”

“Maybe just a little.” I sigh.

“How do you do it?” he asks. “How do you get off?”

“That’s a conversation for later. We’ve done enough talking. We need to do other things now.”

He obviously agrees, because he pulls me towards him, and with one quick snap of his fingers, my bra is off, my knickers next. Then his hands are on my breasts, kneading and squeezing them, running his thumbs over the tender points of my nipples and driving me wild.

He’s kissing my neck again too, a trail of kisses that leads right down my throat, down my chest, onto my breasts. He sucks my nipples into his warm mouth, nibbling them with his teeth, and I really will expire any moment now – or maybe explode into a cloud of sparkling dust.

His hands move to my waist, squeeze my arse, then slide down to my thighs, stroking the tender insides of my legs until I’m a whimpering mess. Then his fingers nudge at my swollen folds and sink right into my heat, a galaxy of stars exploding right across my vision.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groans against my skin.

“Can you blame me?” I mutter.

“Oh no, I don’t blame you, Sugar, I’m really damn happy about it.”

He reaches a little higher, discovering the spot I’ve never been able to reach myself and soon he has a series of curse words flying from my mouth.

“I hope you’re not trying to hex me,” he says.

“Anything but – that is, as long as you do not stop!” He obeys my order, pumping his fingers in and out of me as he continues to feast on my breasts and the pressure that’s been building inside me all day, finally,finally,f-i-n-a-l-l-yexplodes! I come all over his fingers, my body shuddering with pleasure and heat flushing right across my skin.

“Hmmm, you sound magical when you come. Want to come for me again?”

“Uh huh! I can’t wait any longer,” I tell him, groaning as he removes his fingers from me. “Condom.” He lifts his head and stares down at me. “Do you have one?”

“I do … I think. In my wallet somewhere…” He swings his gaze towards his discarded clothes on the floor and goes to pull away. I stop him. I don’t have the patience to wait while he goes scrabbling around for protection that may or may not be in his pocket.

“Wait here.”

“Gladly,” he tells me, his lust-filled eyes skating all over my naked body.

I scurry over the bed, hoping I manage it in at least a semi-seductive manner, open the drawer of my bedside table and rummage around. I thank those same lucky stars all over again when I find a condom at the back of the drawer. I pluck it out and scurry back over to him.

I offer it up, but he shakes his head.

“You do the honours, please.”

I lift an eyebrow but don’t argue, ripping the wrapper open with my teeth and gliding the rubber down his humongous length, carefully over his piercing, feeling the tenderness of his skin as I do. I roll the sheath all the way down to the base. Then we’re looking at each other again.

“Molly,” he says. “You’re the most beautiful–”

I press my fingers to his lips. “No more talking. Just doing.”

Then I push this mountain of a man down onto the mattress, swing my leg over his waist, and straddle him.

“Shit,” he moans, as I smile down at him.

Not letting my eyes leave his, I sink down onto him, slowly, both of us groaning with ecstasy, my nails sinking into the flesh of his hard stomach and his hands gripping firmly at my waist. The man is big, and I can’t take him all in one go. I have to wait a moment, catching my breath as he whispers words ofencouragement. Then I sink a little further, and a little further, until he’s seated inside me all the way to the hilt.