Page 68 of Sigils & Spells

I tried to sit up. “Are you sure?”

The couch offered a level of safety. We could stop at any time and making out would be good enough. The bed, my bed, insinuated follow through and no clothes.

“I want to make love to you, Pandora. We aren’t kids fumbling for a grope in our parent’s basement. Unless I read your gesture here wrong, that was the plan. Wasn’t it?”

I nodded. “Yes, this is a seduction,” I admitted.

He lowered his face back to mine. His breath gentle against my skin as his lips brushed against mine. “My seduction, or yours?”

I pressed into him, sealing our lips together. “I’m not sure,” I admitted.

He rolled away and to his feet. He stood there, chest heaving with desire, and held his hand out to me. “Allow me to seduce you.”

I slid my hand into his and got to my feet. I had to twist and kick off the one shoe I still had on. “Let’s seduce each other. It will be more fun that way.”

I led the way to my room. With Merle following, I couldn’t resist, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and tossed it over my head.

He made a guttural sound that made me smile. He made me feel sexy, and I had always wanted to do something like that. I didn’t have time to turn around and pose for him. By the time I made it to the side of my bed, Merle was wrapping himself around me, crushing my breasts to his chest, skin to skin.

“You won the seduction. I am yours.” He lowered his lips back to mine, and I was his.

He eased me to sit on the bed, and then he was between my knees, worshiping my breasts. There was no other way to describe the way he touched and tasted me. His caresses were soft and demanding. His mouth sucked and licked and pulled me into him.

I had to brace against the mattress, so I could stay upright. I held his head to me with my other hand. Moans escaped my lips. I wanted to touch him in return, but I could barely manage with what he was doing to me. His kisses trailed between my breasts and down my mid-section. With reverent handfuls of skin, he touched my belly the way he caressed my breasts.

Merle unfastened the button on the side of my skirt. I hadn’t noticed he also had my undies, until, in a single drag of clothing, he pulled my skirt and my tights down. He stepped away from me long enough to pull them from my body, and then he was between my knees again. He lifted one leg to his shoulder. I fell back with a gasp when he lowered his head between my legs and licked at my core.

“Oh, oh, that’s. Oh.” I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t expected him to go there first. I wasn’t complaining, not at all.

His tongue slipped between my folds and twirled around my clit.

I grabbed a handful of blanket with one hand and fisted his hair with the other.

He pressed and kneaded the thigh that wasn’t hooked over his shoulder as he devoured me. There was no other word for the way he enthusiastically licked and sucked and delved his tongue into me.

I whimpered and made little mewling sounds. I couldn’t form words. He was magic, pure magic. His tongue took me to the edge, and then he stopped. Oh, that was a skill I couldn’t decide if I really liked or hated at that moment. I wanted to cum all around him, and he denied me.

He climbed over me and pressed his mouth against mine, and this kiss was fierce and demanding. I tried to clutch him to me, but he was up again, and then he latched back on to my breast. If it was his goal to leave me a helpless quivering mass of need, then he was doing a very good job of it.

“Pan?”

I gasped and tried to respond. All I could do was pant and catch my breath. I looked at him. He was still in his jeans. It took me a minute, but I was finally able to say, “Yeah?”

“Just checking. You still want this?”

I tried to laugh. “You tease. Please, Merle, yes.”

He pushed his jeans down.

Holy shit, skinny guys and their big dicks. His erection sprang out, long and perfect. I reached for him and ran my hand over his hot velvet length.

“Please tell me one of us was smart enough to bring condoms to this seduction,” I said as I pointed toward my dresser, where I put the box I had purchased when I went out to pick up the pizza.

“I’m good,” he said as he picked up his jeans and pulled a pack out of his back pocket. He had it open and sliding over himself. He seemed to be going painfully slow. I wanted him inside of me, touching me, loving me, and he stood there wrestling with the stupid condom.

“Need help?” I teased.

He shrugged. I rolled to my side and placed my hands on him again. Damn, he felt nice. I reached out for the bedside table and pulled out a small bottle of oil from the drawer. I slicked up my fingers and his shaft. The condom slid on, and I continued to slide my fingers over him, cupping his balls.

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