I was aiming for my bedroom, not that it isn’t basic as hell. At least the witch has had time to make the space her own.
Hazel’s warm hand sliding down the front of my jeans and boxers makes me jolt.
I thought witches were of a similar temperature to humans. She’s damn near scalding my skin.
“Are you okay?” I ask, getting back to planting licking kisses up the column of her throat.
“I’m good.” Her words come out low and throaty with a sensual undertone that damn near makes me shiver. She grips my shaft, running her fingers down it. “Actually, I changed mymind.” Pulling her hand from the material, she gives my chest a shove.
I frown but comply, moving off her. “What happened?”
“Lie down, Zeph.” She pushes herself up on her forearms and points where she wants me on the mattress.
I scramble to lie flat on the bed, and Hazel moves to kneel next to me. Her eyes sparkle as she lifts a hand, running it down my front. My clothing disintegrates, and cool air tickles my cock.
The little witch doesn’t stop there. She removes her clothing equally as quickly, and a naughty smile tips her lips.
I try to be a gentleman, but my eyes seem to have a mind of their own as they dip to her breasts and hips. While I saw her tits exposed in the club, seeing her completely nude is an entirely different experience.
She’s undressed specifically formethis time. My heart thunders as she stretches out over me. Her knees stay on the mattress, and she plants one hand on my shoulder while the other rests on the bed.
All that long dark hair of hers falls around my face, and she laughs, lowering her mouth to mine. Once again, she takes over the kiss like the bossy little thing she is.
The thought almost makes me smile.
I like that she’s not afraid to take charge and command the situation.
I ache to touch every inch of her soft skin that’s now on full display, but I don’t want to be presumptuous. The fact she asked to be brought upstairs and then removed all of our clothing makes that a ludicrous thought.
Settling for respectable locations, I weave my hand into her hair while the other comes to rest on her lower back. She whimpers against my lips and pulls away all too soon.
“You had a hard day. When that happens, you deserve a little extra pampering.” Hazel pecks a soft kiss on my lips and moves over me on all fours.
My cock is hard enough that she could sink right down on it, but the female body requires more attention to achieve arousal. My hand falls from her hair, my confusion only intensifying as she crawls lower, nudging my legs apart.
“What are you doing?” I ask as she grips my shaft in her hand.
Hazel grins, offering what I think is a look of confusion in return.
Great.
We’re both amateurs.
This doesn’t bode well.
“I thought that was pretty obvious.” Her tongue darts out, licking my crown.
I groan, shake my head, and make a mad grab for her arms. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be doing that.”
Hazel snorts.
Maybe that was a guffaw?
“Angels, man, you guys are so uptight, it’s unreal.” Her hand tightens around my length. “We’re allowed to do anything we want to, as long as we’re enjoying ourselves. Am I good to continue?”
The memory of the way her tongue felt against my cock replays in my mind, and I find myself nodding my agreement.
She’s a tempting vixen.
