Page 60 of This Witch Is Not Wicked

Nevan

Last time I kissed Enid, I was terrified it would be the only time I’d ever get to have her mouth on mine. I kissed her with frenzy, wanting to get all I could from it in case I never got to experience it again.

This time, though? This time, I wanted to learn every part of her mouth. I wanted to explore it all with my lips, my teeth, my tongue. I wanted to savor her with the knowledge that I could have her again and again. For the next five weeks, at least. I wouldn’t think of what might happen beyond that.

I moved my mouth against hers slowly, letting my tongue slip inside, tangle lazily with hers. I’d clearly been doing everything wrong the last two years. Enid had been right here. I could’ve been kissing her this whole time, and it suddenly felt like such a tragic waste.

She let out a moan, and I tugged her against my body, wanting her as close as possible. She abruptly broke our kiss, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt a loss so painful.

Then she was opening the buttons of my shirt, one by one, pressing her lips down my torso as she went.

“What are you—” She knelt in front of me, opening my trousers and freeing my hard cock as it bobbed between us. “Enid, you really don’t have to do—Oh fuck.” I groaned, my hands going to her head.

Her mouth took me all the way in, and I watched in rapt fascination as she sucked gently, then released me and licked around the tip of my head.

“Fuck, Enid. Fuck.” This was so good. Her mouth was so good. A moan escaped the back of her throat, and it shot straight to my cock.

She bobbed her head, taking me in and out, her pink lips looking so good wrapped around me.

Godwitches, I was already going to come. I was usually good about drawing out my orgasm, but something about this woman undid me so completely I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

She cupped my balls and sucked my cock harder, tongue making circles around it.

“Enid, you have to slow down. This is too much—fuck.”

She released me, a wicked grin on her face that was unbelievably sexy.

“Are you trying to kill me with that mouth?” I asked, voice shaky.

She licked my shaft, and I groaned. “But wouldn’t that be a great way to go?”

I laughed and let out a long breath, trying to get my racing heart under control. Enid pressed kisses along the underside of my shaft, her hands exploring my inner thighs, nails grazing my skin.

She reached up and tugged me down. “Come here.”

I let her pull me down to my knees. Then she pushed me back onto the soft ground and landed on top of me, my cock still rock hard, pressing against her pelvis.

“There, that’s better.” She traced the line of my nose with her finger.

“What’s better?” I asked, slightly dazed, drunk off her mouth, her presence.

“I can see your face more clearly, and now I can do this.” She kissed me hard, then broke it off.

I cupped the back of her head with my hand. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”

“Stop doing what?”

“Kissing me. No more of that.”

“That bad?” Her eyes danced with mischief.

I let my head fall back to the ground. “That good,” I said, and she laughed.

She rocked her pelvis against mine, grinding into my cock, and I let out a moan. Godwitches, everything she did turned me to liquid.

She stroked my hair. “I’ll make you a deal, then. You get to be the one to end our kisses as long as I get to decide when and where we kiss.”

“What kind of deal is that?” I thought about the tradeoff, and I had to admit, the idea was growing on me.