Page 100 of Castings & Curses

“Don’t stop,” I bleated.

Eric held my hips and pulled me back as he thrust forward into me.

My inner walls clenched and began a sucking rhythm that matched his actions. It wasn’t quite an orgasm, but damn if I couldn’t do anything but hang on for the ride. I pressed my face into the mattress, muffling any of the sounds I made. And I couldn’t help it, he made me want to scream, but I couldn’t, knowing Sarina was only a few rooms away.

Eric pushed in and held his hips to me. “Your turn,” he said as he slipped out.

He climbed onto the bed and lay back, holding his hands out to me.

On wobbly legs, I managed to stand in the middle of his huge mattress and stepped over him. Slowly, using my thighs, I sank down to sit on his hips. His cock pulsed against my ass.

“I’m awkward,” I complained.

“It’s okay. Let me.” Eric reached between us with one hand, while steadying me with the other. Once repositioned, I was able to slide back onto him.

The loud moan escaped my mouth before I could stop it. “Sorry,” I squeaked and covered my mouth.

“Don’t worry, the walls here are thick. Besides, the kid sleeps through anything. Just no yodeling.”

I ground my hips against his, and he counter thrust.

“Damn, cause you make me want to yodel. Oh, damn.”

I stopped moving as an orgasm shut down all other muscle function in my body. I let out small squeaks as Eric continued to plunge into me.

“Oh yeah, that’s a good one. Oh, damn, is right.” His face froze on what looked like a grimace, that melted into a huge smile as his body tensed, and then relaxed as he released.

I adjusted and sat back, Eric still deep inside. “Thank you. Oh, thank you.”

“I should thank you. You’re going to date me now, right?” Eric stroked a knuckle over my breast.

“We’re kind of backwards, aren’t we? Sex before dating?” I asked.

Eric’s laugh bounced me a bit. My body twitched with remembered pulses and tingles.

“I think play dates should count. Even if we were chaperoned by a couple of four-year-olds. I want to keep seeing you like this Paisley. Smiling, naked, in my bed.”

“Yeah, me too. I’m glad I came over.” I stared down at him. His eyes were in the shadows, and I couldn’t read his expression. “Eric, I need some help. I can’t move.”

With a hearty laugh, he sat up and eased my leg over. I was as far from graceful as anything could be. I flopped to the mattress with a giggle. Eric grabbed me and tucked me in against his side and curled around me.

“I know you have to leave in a minute. But let me hold you. We should organize a sleepover for the girls.”

“I think Liv is too young.”

“Not if her mommy is also spending the night.”

“Oh, you are a clever man aren’t you?”

“Let’s just say, you inspire me. I like you. This is nice.”

I twisted so I could look into his eyes. I ran my fingers gently over the pebbled skin of his scar. “I like you too, so teeth and ears? Those come with a tail?”

Suddenly, Eric was scratching his nails up my leg and over my ribs. I twisted. “Hey that tickles.”

I grabbed his hand, because those nails felt very sharp. I looked at his hand. It didn’t suddenly have fur, and there wasn’t much more hair than the last time I really looked at his fingers. They were still long and elegantly tapered, but at the ends were long thick talons.

He sent a shiver through my body when he scraped sharp teeth against the back of my neck.

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