Page 91 of Bewitched & Bewildered
“Missed you.” His lips brush against mine.
With the heat rising through my frozen body, I can’t find it in myself to overthink his words… or what I say next.
“Need you.” I press a palm firmly against his crotch.
He pushes down my long skirt with ease. The sooner I can be out of my wet clothes, the better.
I pull away long enough to rip my top over my head, leaving me in my lingerie. If it wasn’t clear why I was here before, it is now. My black underthings are made of lace around the cups and down the sides, with garters to match.
“Gods…” His fingers flex. “Why are you torturing me?”
“I’m not.” My eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes. “I want you. There’s no torture. You can have me as you please.”
“You didn’t have to go through all this to have me.”
“I know.” I smile slyly and rake my nails down his muscular chest. “It was too easy to drive you wild last time. I want to see how well I can do it—wearing this.”
His nostrils flare. His hands find my ass again, and hepulls me in until my chest is against his. Under the flimsy lace of my undergarments, my nipples are hard.
So is he.
Ozan pushes himself against my thigh, letting me feel his straining cock. He’s large—bigger than I’ve ever taken. I don’t know how I could ever want someone else after being with him.
It’s been a week, and I still remember how he filled me. He is what I need.
For the first time in days, my mind is at ease. To say his presence is calming would be a lie. He boils my blood unlike any other. Here, in this space, all I feel is lust and need. All else fades, and I find peace in the flame of desire.
“Don’t expect me to last very fucking long,” he says.
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
He leads me to the couch and pulls me onto his lap, making me straddle him. Our foreheads press. Heat radiates from his body to mine. I crave more, more closeness, pressing my chest to his. As he plays with the lace on my thighs, each brush of his fingers makes me throb between my legs.
Ozan is all I can feel. His hard bulge against me just the way I need, building pressure in my core with each wiggle of my hips. We can’t stop kissing. I don’t want to. I chase his lips every time he pulls away to breathe, and he does the same to me.
It feels natural to grind myself against him, rubbing my soaking core against his hard, clothed cock. Chasing pleasure with him is a bodily instinct. I can do more. If I ask for what I want, he’ll give it to me, but this is more fun.
I press soft kisses against the scruff of his beard. Every subtle motion draws a shaky moan from him. He’s underme… hard… desperate … and whimpering. It’s the perfect reminder that some part of him yearns for me.
Just as I have been craving him.
“Juni…” His words are a warning, but I won’t take it.
I keep going. His hands are on my hips, pressing his powerful fingers into my soft flesh, hard enough to bring a sweet sting of pain. I let out a delighted gasp, and a hand lifts to my neck.
His hips meet my movements, earning another gasp from me. Pressure coils. He squeezes my neck tighter.
“You’re a fucking tease,” he says. “Is that what you’re here to do? Tease me?”
I nod wordlessly, chasing my pleasure as I grind against his hard cock.
He lifts his hips again, groaning. “How do you feel this good? I’m not even inside your pretty pussy yet.”
Not yet… but he wants me. I’m dizzy.
He releases his grip on my throat and kisses me again, hard enough to make my lips bruise and swell. The whimpers that fall from his lips are more desperate by the moment. His motions become erratic. I’m seeing stars—and I don’t realize he is until it’s too late.
It comes on fast. Pleasure rushes through me. My thighs tremble. His hands on my searing skin are the only thing holding me together.
