Page 51 of The Witch's Shifter
“What’sthatfor?” she asks suspiciously, but I can hear the hint of excitement in her tone.
“Turn around, and close your eyes.”
With an arched brow, Aurora does as I say. When she’s facing away from me, I lift the scarf and place it delicately over her eyes, then tie it off.
“Can you see?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Perfect.” My fingers slide down either side of her neck, tracing her soft skin, and a visible shiver goes down her spine. Continuing down her back, I take hold of the ribbons tying Aurora’s dress taut and give them a light tug. “Do you still want to be distracted?” I whisper, my voice barely rising above the crackling flames.
Aurora lets out a breath. “Please.”
I loosen the ribbons the rest of the way, and her dress softens about her. Slowly, I ease one sleeve off her shoulder. Her skin is beautifully freckled, and I take my time kissing each constellation before moving to her other shoulder and doing the same. When I’m done, I let her dress slip slowly down her body and come to rest in a puddle upon the floor. The chemise she wears beneath it is next, and my cock twitches at the sight of her gorgeous naked body.
Standing close behind her, I allow my hands to drift across her skin, then down to her swollen belly, which has begun to lose some of its softness, becoming firmer as the weeks pass. I find the pink marks that pregnancy has gifted her. They’re such a beautiful reminder of the life growing inside her, and I trace them with reverence as my lips press kisses along the column of Aurora’s throat.
“Face me,” I say into her ear. Once she does, I help guide her back onto the bed. She takes a seat on the edge of the mattress, which dips slightly beneath her. Kneeling before her, I reach for one of her feet, and she shifts her weight to put her foot in my hands.
I begin massaging her foot, rubbing my thumbs in a circular motion, focusing on her arch and heel, which she’s told me before get sore during the day. My fingers press along her ankle at the same time, and I roll the joint out gently. When I’m pleased with my work, I then lift her toes to my lips. She lets out a little gasp when I press a kiss to the bottom of her big toe, then relaxes further as I make my way to the other four. By the time I’m done massaging and kissing both her feet, she’s leaning back on the bed, still blindfolded, breathing deep and easy.
I think my distraction is working.
With her feet back on the floor, I grab her calves and begin squeezing softly. She lets out a moan. Guess her calves are sore too. Seems pregnancy makes her hurteverywhere.
Slowly, I work up her calves and around her knees. When my hands move to her thighs, her breath catches. And now that I’m on my knees before her, peeking between her legs at the soft pink warmth waiting there, I can barely hold back from stealing a taste.
But no. Not yet. I still have so much left of her to worship.
Standing, I once more ease Aurora back onto the bed. I place one pillow beneath her head, then tuck one under her knees. Draped across the bed, her pale skin glowing in the firelight, she is a vision of beauty.
Sitting beside her, I start massaging her thigh. She wiggles a bit, her lips pulling into a smile.
“Ticklish, my queen?” I ask.
She nods, and a little giggle slips out as I press my fingers into her thigh.
“How about this, then?” I soften my touch, and her body responds instantly, as if she’s melting right into the plush blanket beneath her.
A softer touch helps her relax further, and she’s breathing deep and easy as my fingers glide slowly up her thighs, until they graze the soft hair between her legs. Now her breath hitches.
“I want to worship you, my queen,” I whisper over the crackling of the flames. “Will you let me?”
“How will you worship me?” she asks, voice so light and breathy I almost don’t catch it.
“Like this,” I say, gliding my fingers up and down her slit slowly. Then I prop her legs up, putting her feet flat on the bed, and begin placing kisses along her inner thighs. “And like this.”
Aurora’s hands curl into the bedding, and she spreads her knees, making room for me to put my head between her legs and press a kiss to her folds.
“And certainly like this.” My tongue darts out to taste her, and she’s already soaking wet, a moan drifting from her lips. I’m imagining how it would feel to press myself into her, to be wrapped in that warm embrace only she can give me. My cock wantsbadlyto be buried inside her, but I hold back.
She’s the one being pleasured tonight.
I drag my tongue slowly—veryslowly—from her entrance to her clit. When I touch it, she whimpers, hips lifting from the mattress so she can press herself more firmly against my mouth.
“Be still, my queen,” I say, head still between her legs. “Allow me to take my time. I wish to revere you properly.”
Her groan is a mixture of pleasure and perturbation, but she doesn’t voice a complaint. And she liesmostlystill while I lick her, tasting her inside and out, letting my tongue explore. With my hands wrapped around her thighs, I can feel her body shaking, begging for its release.
