Page 16 of Witch Please

Her whisper soft skin held the most subtle hint of a flower field. I ached to bury my face in the dip of her neck and feast on her sighs and moans. I hadn’t stopped thinking about how she had broken apart on my lap. How quickly it had happened. The whole interaction played like a torture device behind my eyelids any time I had a quiet moment. I liked to believe that the reason she’d come apart so quickly was because her attraction to me was as strong as mine was to her.

“And what about those women do you feel are more appealing than you? Their fashion sense? I barely notice.” I told her, “And quite honestly I find your jeans and garden shoes endearing.”

I took the chance and pulled her closer to me, so that she and I were face to face, and I could stare directly into her eyes. Her pupils nearly pushed out the irises.

“We are almost the same height.” Goosepimples rose all along her arms. “I know you have no problem discussing Proust because I’ve witnessed it. And if you want to readFifty Shades of Grayto me in a teddy and fuck me boots, sign me up every day of the week.”

“Your omission speaks volumes, Sebastian.” I saw the moment the honesty in her eyes hooded, and her mouth trembled. I’d found it. Though discovering her insecurity didn’t make me feel triumphant.

“May I kiss you?” I asked, this time actually waiting for permission.

I watched her eyes bounce back and forth from mine to my face and back up again, as if trying to find an alternate reason why I’d want to kiss her, before giving the slightest nod in assent.

I poured every feeling I’d had from the last thirteen years into that kiss. I held her, sensing her tremble, running my hands over all the luscious pieces of her that she felt made her less than. The roundness of her hips, the padding of her ass. While I kissed her, I pushed her cami up, hoping she would allow it and not stop our forward progression.

Beneath that piece of sensible white cotton, her breasts were bound in the most precious cotton bra. Pushed together and offered up for my viewing. I felt her hand on my chest. I took it in my own, kissing her fingertips before sliding our hands down my waist to the bulge that had become uncomfortable.

“If willowy girls were my type Geenie, then how am I so hard I’m aching.”

I couldn’t pull my focus away from her face. Every twitch pulled me deeper into a focused study of her emotions. The warmth of her fingers against my cock elicited the most delightful “o” on her lips. I held my breath waiting to see her reaction, praying she was as desperate as I was. Her fingers flexed along my length, pulling from sack to tip, and it was a starting gun to my desire.

“You should be laid out and worshipped for hours,” I told her, holding her head steady so I could plunder her mouth. “Your body should be made the focus of a study that lasts months, until every single thing that makes you gasp, moan, or sigh has been catalogued and retained.” I tried to catch my breath before going in again. She opened to me willingly, feeding me the passion I was desperate to gluttonously drink from.

There had been few times in my life I felt so out of my head with need. It was as if I’d been transported back to my high school and early college years when all I wanted to do was sheath my cock and rut. I promised myself that regardless of how quickly this coupling happened that it would not be the last time.

“I want to wine and dine you, Geenie. Take you on a real date. Hear your thoughts on every possible thing that would ever interest you. But right now—you’re gonna have to settle for a rakish coupling before someone comes looking for us.”

“Oh my god. Kennedy.” She gasped, whether it was the realization we had only a few minutes or it was a reaction to me pulling her cup down and feasting on her breasts—I honestly didn’t care.

“Knows the definition of discretion,” I finished for her, allowing her firm nipple to tickle along the ridge of my tongue before pulling it out far enough for me to suck on it once more.

“Mmm, Sebastian.” She pulled my head against her body, holding firm while I continued to lave and suckle.

“I’ll have a proper feast at a later time,” I promised, my fingers beneath her knickers, drowning in the wet heat I knew would be found there. “Wall or floor, Imogen?”

I couldn’t believe how rapidly I unspooled. I felt the wet tip of my cock sticking to the inside of my boxers. Fuck this was going to be over far too soon for my liking—and it hadn’t even gotten started. Instead of waiting for her to decide, I shifted us onto the pile of dresses she’d discarded onto the floor. With one firm yank of her knickers, she was open for me to explore. Her hips launched off the floor on the sweetest and headiest moan, thrusting against my hand with gusto. I added my thumb to her clit, manipulating that tight little nub in firm circles, trying not to lose my grip while I tore open a packet of protection and suited up.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” I pointed my cock at her entrance, though resting just outside of that greedy flexing hole. “Tell me.” The entreaty in my voice surprised me. “Tell me that you’ve thought about this. Wanted it. That sometime over our years you’ve wanted me too.”

This revelation up in the attic was supposed to unearth Imogen’s insecurity. An aid to move her through her issues with costuming. This tiny room, full of nothing but musty fabrics from theater past—became a safe place to unearth my own revelations as well.

“Geenie?” She wiggled beneath me, trying to force me to push in. “Do you want me?”

Her eyes opened, her eyes locking with mine. “Of course, Sebastian.” A warm smile spread across her lips, before her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

“Have you thought about this? Fantasized even?”

She made a humming sound, pushing her hips up so that her clit rubbed against the length of my cock. Her head rocking to the sides, while she wound herself up slowly to the summit.

“Tell me,” I whispered, biting on her ear lobe, entering her by the smallest margin. “I need to hear it. I want to know that I haven’t wasted all of these years pining for someone who never felt the same.”

Chapter 13

Sebastian Doyle wanted me? Had pined for me? Surely this was an alternate universe. Somewhere in the midst of that panic attack I’d hit my head and I was dreaming. There were too many revelations during the time we’d been locked in the costume closet.

Sebastian slid his full length into me, and I lost the ability to form words. He held my head and placed the gentlest kiss against my lips.

“I know you feel the same way, Geenie. I just want you to say it. Tell me that you have wanted this as much as I have.”

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