Page 92 of Bewitched & Bewildered
He lets out a loud, guttural groan. “Fuck… I’m…”
For a few moments, I’m motionless, collapsed against him as I twitch and tremble. My thoughts scatter—until they come back together, and I realize…
I pull back and look at him with wide eyes.
The tips of his ears are pink.
“Did you…?”
He chuckles, pushing my hair out of my face. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to end it so early.”
I made a grown man come without touching or tasting him. He doesn’t know how much power he’s given me.
A smile curls on my lips. “That is ridiculously attractive, Ozan.”
The hand in my hair isn’t so soft anymore. His fingers curl in my dark tresses, dragging my face closer to him. I’m still shaking and pulsing between my thighs.
“If you think I’m done with you,” he whispers, “you’re mistaken.”
My lips part. Only hot air comes through them.
“Let’s go to bed,” he says.
I shouldn’t be in his bed again—but the promise of still getting to feel the weight of his cock in my mouth leads me there.
It’s a lovely, warm, soft bed, and I let out a happy sigh as I settle in. I’m still in my lingerie, and he doesn’t seem to have any complaints. His fingers roam over the lace as he spoons me.
“Why are you here?” he murmurs.
It’s not what I expect him to say—even though hekeepsasking it.
I turn my head, trying to look at him. He meets my gaze with a soft expression.
“Because…” I hesitate. “For the sex. It’s good sex.”
“That’s all?”
I nod.
That’s all he wants it to be—right? You don’t end a marriage and jump into something serious. I’ve never craved casual relationships, but this may be what I need now.
“Is that okay?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He leans in and kisses me on the nose. “Works for me.”
The act of affection feels so soft that I find myself questioning things. How casual can this be when he’s giving me butterflies?
“I still don’t like you.” I know very well that I’m lying.
With the way he watches me, he knows, too.
“We don’t have to like each other.” His hand moves between my legs, teasing me through the wet fabric. “You’re here to get off. I understand.”
The words should make me feel dirty—but they don’t, especially not with his hand on my heat. I push back against him, rubbing my ass against him.
I’m surprised to find he’s hard again, letting out a gasp.
He grinds himself into me. “I think it’s time to take these off.” He tries to push down my underwear, but I stop him, sliding from the bed.
