Another rope tickled her other wrist. She watched her arm move across the bed from the motion. It was odd, experiencing this, but not seeing anything to cause the touches on her skin.
“You O.K.?” Drake’s hand ran across her back slowly, knuckles down.
“I’m lovely.”
After flipping over, his hand began to massage her back, kneading softly.
A rope tickled her ankle. She didn’t have to look to know nothing would be there. It drew tight before sensations ran around her other ankle, making her present a more spread-eagled posture.
His hands reached her ass, and massaged the globes. The bed shifted under his weight and his mouth nipped where his hands had been. He stroked her gently with his tongue before moving down. When his tongue shot in stroking across her pussy, she whimpered. And suddenly tongues were stroking across her. Multiple ones. At least two in her pussy and one on each nipple. One flitted across her stomach.
She writhed, the sensations so intense she couldn’t stand them, yet didn’t want them to leave. Drake’s real tongue continued to prime her pussy along with the other two. It was hard to tell where his was from the magical ones. One slipped inside her to flick in and out at a rapid pace. Another toyed with her clit. The third ran circles around her folds.
It was too much. Her orgasm drove her hips into the air, her entire body clenching to focus on it as it slammed across her.
Only he didn’t break off anything. Instead, the pace picked up of all the tongues. The ones on her nipples flicked across them before a mouth drew them in, suctioning them.
She’d never imagined anything quite like this.
The second orgasm ripped her into a thousand pieces before it ended.
Still he didn’t stop, but instead picked up the pace of his ministrations again.
Her third orgasm left her gasping for air like a fish, her heart racing, body dripping sweat and juices. “Drake.”
His head lifted, mouth shiny in the light. “Yes?”
“Can’t. Take. More.” Her body was limp. She could hardly move. And another orgasm this way might kill her.
“You sure?”
“Oh, yeah.” The tongues slowly withdrew, each of them getting in one more grand sweeping gesture that elicited multiple gasps from her.
He pushed on her hips with his hand, lifting her up. Her knees shook with the effort to get onto them. Something raised her, keeping her steady. It was as if she rested on a table or something sturdy to hold her up.
His cock glided past her swollen lips to push into her.
She moaned, the full sensations so wonderful.
The bonds released, setting her arms and legs free.
He sat back on his butt, taking her with him. She now sat on his lap, her back to his face, his cock resting inside of her.
“Oh.” This was new. Something quite different. Her channel stretched as it surrounded his cock. She stayed that way for a second, enjoying the feel of him inside her this way.
His hands gripped her hips again to help raise and lower her onto his cock. But not just his hands. Magical hands helped to raise and lift her body up and down on top of his.
A finger flicked her clit.
Drake’s hands were already on her, supporting her weight. It didn’t belong to him, though in a way, it did, it just wasn’t attached to his person.
Up and down, she moved. All the way down, she ground against him, tightly moving her ass to wiggle his cock inside of her.
It was his turn to moan.
Faster and faster, she rose up and sat down, until his shout of her name split the air. He thrust his hips up into her, pumping.
He was panting when his hands stopped her from moving. “God, woman.”
“You’re telling me.”
Gently, he helped her to lie down beside him. Her whole body vibrated coming down from the intense love making.
“So you like magic?” He nuzzled her head, snuggling into her.
“Uh-huh.” She smiled, stroking her hand across his chest. “I like magic. But I love you.” His contented grunt told her he was drifting off to sleep. After a while, she did the same, knowing she’d wake up with him tomorrow and forever, thankful for their magical chances.
Mechele Armstrong
Have you ever wondered, "What if crayons have a kingdom?" Mechele Armstrong did at age five. Now, turning the imagination of a wide-eyed child into intense spellbinding stories for adults, she is winning over new fans every day.
Writing stories and poetry as a hobby, she graduated from Virginia Commonwealth University with a degree in Religious Studies and Social Welfare. Although there were challenges with work and family, the need to write and be published, to share her passion for books was always there.
During a rainy weekend at the beach reading several romance novels she fell in love, not with the hero, but with the genre again. So began a two-year adventure of doing what she loved most, creating worlds with strong heroines and enchanting heroes that will keep you turning pages until the end.
Using the Internet and the local Romance Writer's Association, she learned and refined her craft. Living in Virginia with a husband, kids, dog, and fish, she finds time to share her vivid imagination and ability to tell stories of adventure, love, lust, and everything in between.
Visit Mechele on the Web at http://www.mechelearmstrong.com, or email her at [email protected].
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