Page 63 of Magick and Lead
I squeezed his cock, making him wince with longing.
“Essa,” he warned. “If we do this…”
My hand was already at his belt. Suzie was beside us, watching hungrily, her hand working fast between her legs.
I yanked Charlie’s pants downward, revealing his swollen length. I grabbed his hips, pulling him towards me.
“If you’re really asking me to do this,” he started, but I brought his face to mine, our lips and teeth clashing in a ravenous kiss.
“I’m not asking,” I said.
And I wasn’t. I was ordering him. Commanding him. Capturing him.
He wasn’t just a poet. He was an ace, and he wasn’t one to go down without a fight. But I knew I could break him. I traced a fingertip over his swollen head, making him moan. With a snarl, he grabbed my wrist and pinned it back.
His other hand reached down, his fingers feathering up my slit, teasing me the way I’d just teased him.
“I don’t take orders,” he said. “You want me, you’ll have to beg.”
His fingers kept moving, moving in circles around the center of my pleasure. But they were maddeningly light. I needed more. I trembled for it, my back arching against the sheets. But I wasn’t begging him. No way I would do that…
His lips brushed against mine, just a suggestion of a kiss. Then his mouth was moving down, down, across the taut skin of my breast, to one stiff nipple. His tongue pressed against it, slow and hard. Between my legs, his hand moved slightly faster.
I’d been holding my breath so long that the world was getting hazy.
I wanted him. Needed him, now. I tried to reach down to grab his shaft and pull him inside me, but he still held my wrist pinned to the bed. I tried to fight free, but he was too strong. The veins of his forearm stood out as he held me fast.
I had no choice but to beg.
“Please,” the word whispered from between my lips.
Then I repeated it in his mind with the force of simnal, where there could be no lie, no mistake.Please.
I didn’t have to ask him again.
I felt him there at my entrance, hard, throbbing. My thighs pushed apart wider as he pressed into me in one slow, inexorable thrust. Deep. So deep a sound came out of me, a roar, a scream, a sob—I didn’t know what it was. All I knew was him. Filling me. Overflowing me. Making me wetter than I’d ever been before.
For a moment, he stayed there, deep as he could go. Then he moved, a slow, circular grinding of his hips, and I felt heat rising through me, making me moan again.
Suzie whimpered next to us, her hand moving faster now. I reached over, running a thumb over one stiff nipple as she arched her back, hissing with pleasure.
But I soon forgot her pleasure, because my own was rising like a tide. Charlie gave a ragged moan, moving faster now, his full desire unleashed at last. I felt him, his hardness a match for the slickness of my own wanting that left my thighs soaked and my legs trembling.
Pleasure burned through me, a throbbing between my legs, a sweet ache in my belly. I felt pleasure rising, nearing its summit.
Then, he stopped.
I blinked up like a woman coming out of a trance to find his dark blue eyes an inch away from mine.
“Say you forgive me,” he said.
“What?” I hissed.
Next to us, Suzie gave a warbling cry, her breasts jiggling as she worked herself toward climax—where I wanted to be, too. It was hot, seeing her like that. And I felt the frustration like the sting of a nettle.
Charlie brushed his fingers over my cheek, and it brought my attention back to him, to his eyes, which were so full of so many unspoken feelings.
“I love you, Essaphine,” he whispered. “I will always love you.”
