Page 14 of Bewitched

He made a male primal sound of gratification and propelled her closer to the edge. Finally, he pushed a second finger inside and found the spot that had sounds of pleasure streaming from her lips. An orgasm swelled deep inside, building and clawing for release. Digging her fingers into his waist, she shouted, “Don’t stop.”

His hold tightened as she felt a rush of pleasure; it spilled through her body and spiraled outward as her core tingled. The sensation enveloped every bit of her body as she cried out.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said right before his mouth crashed over hers, urgent and relentless.

Her body crested the wave and surrendered. He was right there, giving her what she needed. His fingers slowed, moving in and out, stroking her bud with lethal precision. Taking her up and over the edge, letting her spiral again. “Oh, God, Blake.”

Her heightened state seemed to last forever, but it might’ve been only a couple of minutes. Slowly, her climax eased and he kissed her tenderly, staying with her as the last pulse left her body. Tightening his hold, he held her against his chest. “I’ve got you, baby.”

“Blake, you’ve ruined me.”

As he held her tightly, he whispered against her cheek, “Just remember, I’m the only man who will ever make you feel that way.”

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Looking down, he saw a combination of innocence and sensuality that had his chest tightening. Running his finger over her swollen lips, he realized that he had kissed her too hard. “I marked you,” he said quietly. “I’ll be more careful.”

Lifting her head, she looked at him. “God, I hope not. The last thing I want is a tentative and careful lover. I want it all.”

Lifting on an elbow, he looked down and grinned. “You’d better not be playing with me.”

“No playing.” Running her hand down his body, she blazed a path toward his erection. Sliding her hand between his legs, she gently cupped his balls. “Maybe a little playing.”

“Fuck,” he hissed.

“Soon.” Laughter erupted as she released him.

Rolling on top, he braced himself on his forearms. “Lie down and stay still.”

Her eyes grew big and she tried to suppress a smile. “Yes, sir.”

After dropping a quick kiss on her lips, he tried to give her a lethal gaze. Apparently, it wasn’t his best because she started to laugh again. “Time to feed your man.” Sliding down her body, he trailed kisses and stopped when he hit her hip. “Beautiful,” he said right before he lowered his mouth between her legs and took his first taste. Slicking his tongue slowly along the seam of her folds, he heard her moan. He stroked his tongue up her center again, loving the way her hips rocked.

Kissing her cleanly waxed skin, he moved over and around her center. Her intoxicating scent filled his lungs and drove his desire.

“Blake…”

Lifting his head, he grinned. “Feel that need coursing through you? That will only happen with me.” He placed a string of kisses along her thighs and tightened his grip. Sliding his mouth over her mound, he began devouring her. He whisked his tongue against her bud and drove her into a writhing mass of pleas and moans. When he sucked her clit and slid two fingers into her tight heat, he felt her hips buck off the bed. The power of owning her pleasure swirled over his body as he held her at the peak and tasted the honey that coated his tongue. Again and again, he lashed his tongue over her dripping center and then hooked his fingers and felt her convulse. He stayed with her, thrusting, sucking, and stroking until she fell limply against the bed.

Lifting himself up, he crawled up her body and trailed kisses along her skin. When they were face-to-face, he saw her sweet smile. “Now I own you.”

Her hand lifted slowly and patted his chest. “Sure, why not?”

Collapsing next to her, he laughed. “I’ve got you satisfied enough to agree with anything I say.”

“Probably.” She threw her hand over her face and laughed. “Definitely.”

Lifting her hand, he gently traced her breast. “No hiding.” He came over her and lifted her arm off her face. He took a greedy kiss and then another one. “Stay with me, honey. We’re just getting started.” Jumping off the bed, he dug into his pants and pulled a condom out of his wallet. He returned to the bed and ripped one open with his teeth. As he slid it onto his length, he crawled on top of her and started singing, “Happy Birthday.”

“Yes, it is.”

A smile lit up her face as he kissed her. “Ready?” Not waiting for an answer, he poised himself at her entrance and then thrust into her tight, hot center. They both moaned at the exquisite pleasure. “You feel perfect.” He looked between their bodies and felt her accepting every inch of him. “Told you we’d fit.” He rocked himself until he hit her cervix, and gritted his teeth as he held himself under control.

“Oh, Blake.”

“Shh. If you say anything, then I’m going to come.” The desire in her voice had him riding the edge, so he smothered her lips with kisses, slid himself out slowly, and then entered her in one long push. That was his last controlled movement because her legs wrapped around his waist and he took himself off the leash. Their bodies moved together urgently. Their skin was slick as they thrust and slid against one another. The room filled with their moans and pleas and the harsh sound of flesh against flesh.

Blake reared up, angling his hips and thrusting deeper. “Take all of me, Paige. Let me in.” He ground his hips in slow circles, rubbing against the sensitive places he had found earlier. Dropping his mouth, he dragged his tongue along her neck and then gave her a little nip. Hearing her moan, he watched her bow off the bed as an orgasm gripped her body.

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