Page 41 of Grimoire Omens

I straddled his thighs and reached for him. His shaft pulsed the moment I grabbed hold. I licked my lips.

Time to get to work.

I’d never had so much fun giving head. Nor had I ever teased someone so badly.

I started by leaning down and blowing on the tip. Laughing softly when his body twitched.

I ran my tongue over the tip, tasting the pearled drop of his precum, salty but also sweet.

My lips parted and slid over the head of his cock, and I sucked, just the tip, nice and hard, the suction tugging his flesh, drawing a stifled groan.

A glance showed him clenching his jaw. I smiled around the cock in my mouth. Let him fight the pleasure. This was a battle he wouldn’t win.

I teased my lips over the tip of his fat cock—thick and hard, which kind of matched the rest of him. What I wasn’t used to seeing? An expression smoldering with desire. I’d never had a man look at me like that, and watching him made me wet. I gripped the length of him tight as I licked him up and down. His whole body tensed, and his hips arched. I lapped him again before taking the head of his cock into my mouth and sucking. That earned me a low groan of pleasure.

I bobbed for dick, head moving up and down, his breathing hissing as he got closer to the edge. He was close to coming. I could feel it, wanted it, and yet what did he do?

Suddenly he went from lying under me to somehow flipping me onto my back, and I loudly whispered, “What are you doing?”

“Taking my turn.”

“While I’d love that, I’m too noisy.”

“I’ve ensured no one will hear a thing so be as loud as you like.” His wicked grin just about made me come.

He’d better be telling the truth, because the noises that came out of me? I sounded like I died with the whimpering that emerged when he got down to the business of pleasuring me.

Apparently, he wanted a taste of me, and I wasn’t about to argue, seeing as how he had his head buried between my thighs, his tongue flicking against my clit.

Oh fuck. The noises that came out of me, groans, mewling, panting. He ate me with evident pleasure. He lapped at my sensitive button, teased it by clamping his lips around it, parted my lips with his tongue, and then followed with some fingers.

I could feel my orgasm poised on the threshold, and I guess he did, too, since he suddenly knelt between my thighs, his hands slipping under my ass to lift me and put me in line with his cock. He slid into me, the thick hard length of him stretching my sex, giving me what I needed. And I clenched hard, rippling with a pre-orgasm. He went deeper and began grinding, the tip of him finding my sweet spot, stroking it until I clawed at the bed and thrashed, my breathing so ragged I couldn’t even squeak.

When I came, my mouth opened wide but not a sound emerged, even as I enjoyed the most intense climax of my life. A climax that milked his own pleasure.

In that moment, I saw Heaven. God. The stars. The universe. Pretty sure I left my body for a bit as well.

Yes, it was that good.

It took forever for my pulse to slow and my breathing to calm, but when I did have enough breath and brain cells to speak, I murmured, “Thanks. I needed that.”

Probably the dorkiest thing I could have said, but it brought a smile to his lips. “I think we both did. Now that we’ve eased our tension, let’s get some sleep.”

To my surprise, that included cuddling. He spooned me, his bigger body cradling mine, his arm draped over me. I’d never felt more at ease and protected.

Pity it didn’t save me from nightmares, though.

11

I dreamed. I knew it because I wore the most ridiculous ballgown with a tight, low-cut bodice of emerald and a skirt that flounced from the waist, the frothy fabric glittering when I moved from the hundreds of crystals sewn into it.

Music, the likes I’d never heard, played softly in the background, and a murmur of voices had me frowning, mostly because it sounded like they were talking shit about me.

“Intruder from the other land.”

“Uncouth witch.”

“She doesn’t belong here.”