It was dangerous how easily she could undo me with just a word. I gripped the hell out of the shovel handle and nearly doubled over, I came so hard. “Do you like that? You like it when I come in your mouth, Lune?”
“I do, Shy.”
“Lune and Shy. Fuck, stop it, so cute.”
Smiling, she licked her lips and stood, her face glistening with my come. “Ready to accompany me home?”
Buckling my pants, I let out a contented sigh and offered her my arm.
I awoke the next morning with a knock on my bedroom door. Without waiting for my answer, Lunette breezed in with a tray, and four old cats slowly followed in after her. Twirling with a smile, she set the tray on my bed and then opened the curtains.The sunlight hit my eyes, and I winced. “I hate mornings, but you look like a dream. Why so jolly?”
“Oh, nothing. I am just a brilliant, brilliant witch, that’s all.” She perched on the edge of my bed, wearing a freshly pressed white frock, her hair in a long, loose braid over her shoulder. “I made you porridge, bacon, and toast with blackberries from the garden.”
I skeptically pulled the tray over my lap. “Is it poison? Am I going to sprout whiskers?”
Lunette tilted her head back and laughed. “No, silly. Eat up, we’re going shopping.”
“Shopping, huh?” I took a big bite of buttered sourdough toast. “My favorite thing in the world.”
“Your sarcasm is duly noted.” She smiled and took a blackberry from my plate and plopped it in her mouth. “But a lady requires an escort to carry my things, and you said you’d help me with anything I needed in return for staying here, so I fear you owe me.” Lune wiggled her shoulders in playful excitement. She was smiling more and acting playful lately. I liked it. I wondered if I had anything to do it.
“What a plight.” I grinned, stirring my porridge. “You look nice happy.”
“You lookniceall the time.”
“Careful there, White Witch. You don’t want me to start believing that you actuallylike meor something.”
She giggled. “Right, that would just be terrible.” I finished my breakfast, and Lune watched in comfortable silence before adding, “I do like you, you know. I really do. If things hadbeen different, then maybe… maybe…” Her thought faltered off. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to get dressed.”
I grabbed her wrist as she made to leave and tugged her back to the bed. “You know, I don’t believe in a free meal. Sorry, miss, but you’re going to have to let me work for my food.”
“Is that right?”
“That’s right.” I moved the tray to the floor and pulled Lunette on top of me. She straddled my hips, her dress riding up her thighs. My boxers were soaked already at just the sight of her. Having her on top of me, I could have come from that alone. I snaked my palm between her legs, raising my eyebrows at what I discovered. “No panties? Just for me, huh?”
“I did say I was serving you breakfast in bed, didn’t I?”
Well, fuck me.
Hooking my fingers, I coaxed out her wetness. She moaned softly, and rode my hand, her clit hitting my wrist just right. My other hand gripped her hip, moving her at my pace, enjoying her every thrust. I reached a hand to cup her breast, my thumb circling her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress as she rode me. Her breaths became shorter and her thrusts intensified as my girl came in my palm.
Though that morning, I wasn’t letting her get away from me so quickly. Before she could even catch her breath, I grabbed her hips and lifted her, pulling her up and positioning her over my face. She gasped and grabbed the headboard. “What are you doing?”
“You said you were serving me my meal. Give it to me then.”
Looking down at me, her thighs straddling my face, she bit her lip. “What do I do?”
“Hold the headboard and ride my face just like you did my hand. I’ll do the rest, beautiful.”
Both of her dainty hands held the headboard, and she slowly began to move. My nails dug into her hips, guiding her movements, making them harder and faster than she was sure of, it seemed, by the way she nervously bit her lip as she looked down at me. Soon, she hit her stride, and my tongue did its job. Fuck me, if I weren’t obsessed with Lunette Selene before that moment—just the taste of her pussy would have me chasing after her for the rest of my days. The woman tasted like the sweetest nectar from the most gorgeous flower. The way her wet pussy glided over my tongue, slicking against my face, her flavor coating me so thoroughly had me in a sex-drunk haze. Her thighs gripped me tightly as her grinding intensified. My tongue lapped up her essence and plunged into her, desperate to taste and devour as much of her as possible.
Though my ears were pretty muffled, I heard her moan and cry out loudly, as the headboard hit against the wall. A gush of her juices flowed into my wanting mouth, and I drank every fucking drop of my witch. Fuck, I had to have her.
Sitting back, she sat on my chest, her chest heaving and her cheeks rosy from bliss.
“You have to be mine,” I breathed in a needy, post-sex haze. “You come like you’re mine, you fuck my face like you’re mine, you take my fingers like you’re mine. Lunette, stop denying what we are.”
“Stop,” she said weakly and without conviction. “Don’t say that. Don’t ruin this.”
