Page 90 of Bewitch

I’ve never been like this, not with anyone before, but I want to claim him, to leave a mark, to get under his skin the same as he did for me. Return the favor. He found a crack in my armor, and he exploited me.

And now I’m going to do the same to him.

He grabs the back of my neck and presses against me. His cock is hard against me, but I pull back enough to grip him and stroke him a few times.

“So very hard,” I whisper.

“Soap,” he mumbles. “Let’s… ah… wash…”

“Wash? That’s what you want? You want to actually shower?” I giggle at the absurdity.

“It might… ah…”

“Very well. Soap.” I grab the bar and soap up one hand and then stroke him gain with one hand and then the other, almost yanking on his cock, wanting him to be harder and longer.

And I swear his cock does comply.

“Can I wash you?” he asks.

“Go on,” I tell him.

He does the same, lathering up his hands with soap and then touching my shoulders. His hands come down, and when he touches my breasts, I close my eyes.

“You don’t want to see?” he asks.

“See what?” My eyes pop open.

“What it means for me to touch you finally.”

His voice is thick, and I know there’s something there, something deep.

I’ve done it. I’ve gotten to him.

And I allow him to touch my breasts, but when he starts to reach down lower, I can’t. I draw back. My stomach is smaller, yes, but it’s flabby yet, far too soft. I’m still self-conscious about my body.

But I’m not about to let him try to break down those walls. If I do, I know he’ll drown me, and I’ll be lost, bewitched, caught up in his spell for the rest of my life.

“I want to touch you,” I counter. “Turn around.”

He complies easily enough, and I rub his shoulders and then massage his back, really getting into it. I even grab his ass before reaching up from between his legs and stroking him a little more. That’s all I do then, stroke him, hearing his groan grow louder and louder.

“Dawn, please.”

“What do you want?”

All that comes out is another groan.

“Who do you want?”

“You,” he whispers.

I pull back. “I… I need…”

I’m not sure if I say anything else or make a sound, but I climb out of there and shove on my shirt and pants, just grabbing my sports bra and my socks and sneakers and running out of there.

It’s not easy. Every step has me wanting to turn around and return to him, but I don’t cave. I force myself to walk out and hopefully leave him with the bluest balls of his lifetime.

CHAPTER26

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