Dreams of Seduction (10 page)

Maggie concentrated on trying to take him as deep as possible. She gagged a few times and Jed started to pull away. She tightened her grip on his shaft and balls and he subsided, letting her have her way.

His excitement fed her own. Cream slipped from her core and trickled down the inside of her thighs.

Her breasts ached for his touch.

She could feel his balls pulling closer to his body. Feel the pressure building at the base of his cock.

Jed tugged on her hair, pulling her away. She released him with a wet pop.

“Stop,” he gasped. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

Maggie let her hand glide up and down his shaft one final time and gave his testicles one last squeeze before she released him. He gave a groan. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“Promises. Promises,” she all but purred. She felt sexually powerful and all woman. Sexual. Proud.

Alive.

Reaching down, he tugged her to her feet, picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. He stood at the side of the mattress and gripped her legs, tugging her so that her butt was resting on the edge. Going down on his hands and knees before her, he held her open with his hands and leaned forward.

Maggie cried out as his tongue pierced her. He flicked it around her slit, pushing inside before swirling over her slick folds. Like a man possessed, Jed devoured her, eating at her core until she couldn’t think, couldn’t talk, couldn’t do anything but feel.

“I told you I was hungry,” he growled, flicking her clit with his clever tongue. “You’re the appetizer, the main course and dessert.”

Maggie wasn’t sure she’d survive, but what a way to go. Jed continued to tease her clit and sank two thick fingers into her sheath. She could feel him stretching her in a deliciously erotic fashion. She gasped when he widened his fingers and slowly withdrew them.

He shifted closer, pushing his arms under her thighs and reaching for her breasts. The change in position opened her legs wider. He teased her nipples with his fingers. Between her thighs, he continued to stoke the fires of her arousal with his tongue and mouth.

This was beyond her imagination. She felt alive. Burning up with barely suppressed desires. Maggie flattened her feet on the edge of the mattress and pushed her hips closer. She needed more. Needed him deeper. Harder. Her inner muscles quivered.

Jed pinched her nipples at the same moment he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard.

Maggie came undone. Every nerve ending exploded. She cried out, hips jerking and body shaking.

She’d barely started to come down from her orgasm when Jed released her. Surging to his feet, he reached down and grabbed his jeans. He dug a condom out of the pocket. Maggie vaguely wondered how many of those he had tucked away in there. She hoped he had at least one more. She almost laughed out loud. She’d gone from being self-conscious about her body to being a sex fiend.

His fingers were fast and sure and in seconds flat had himself sheathed. His erection was long and thick and she couldn’t wait to get it back inside her.

Jed prowled toward her like some great big animal on the hunt. She licked her lips and stared at his straining erection. He pounced, flipping her over so she was on her stomach. He climbed onto the mattress behind her and kneeled between her legs.

“Come up on your hands and knees.”

Maggie knew what he wanted and was aroused by the thought of him taking her from behind. She supported herself on her hands and rose. She knew he could see every inch of her sex. Her sheath rippled in anticipation of what was to come.

She was panting for air when he used his knees to spread hers wider. The blunt tip of his cock burrowed against her tight opening and then he pressed deep. Maggie arched her back and panted as he filled her one slow inch at a time until he was buried balls deep.

In this position he stretched her. Her inner muscles rippled, relaxing and contracting as her body struggled to accommodate him. It felt so good. But it wasn’t enough. Her pussy clenched hard, gripping his shaft, squeezing it.

Jed groaned, his hands flexing around her hips. He leaned down and nipped at the nape of her neck, drawing another gasp of pleasure from her.

“Hold me tight,” he commanded. He released her hips and slid his hands over her stomach, up her ribcage, finally slipping them over her breasts.

Her pussy spasmed, more than ready for another orgasm. Even though she’d come twice, she was close to climaxing again.

Jed drew back his hips and surged forward. The sensation of him sliding out and forging inward again was incredible. Maggie wanted more and pushed her hips back to meet this next thrust.

The muscles in her arms quivered. Perspiration coated her skin. Her long hair clung to her scalp and shoulders. The smell of sex teased her nostrils. The scent of hot male mixed with the spicy heat of her cream to create an aphrodisiac that was intoxicating. The wet slap of their skin was erotic music to accompany their act of joining. The harsh gasps of their breath grew louder. Maggie closed her eyes and savored each sound, every touch.

Jed’s movements grew faster, more frantic as he pounded into her. His hips slapped against her bottom. His balls brushed against her clit. She arched back to meet each thrust, unable to believe how close to coming she was again.

“Almost there,” he groaned and quickened his pace. He released her breasts, grabbed her hips and held on tight. He slammed into her over and over, driving deep.

It felt so good. Impossibly good. Maggie knew it couldn’t last. A second later she felt her entire core clench around his cock. She screamed as her orgasm slammed into her. Jed yelled. She felt his shaft spasm inside her and knew he was coming.

Maggie lost herself in the heat, the hard clutch of her body, the rhythmic pulls and releases. She shuddered and collapsed facedown on the bed. Jed managed to pull out of her before falling next to her, his face a scant inch from hers.

Gasping for breath, Maggie closed her eyes. Jed’s arm wrapped around her, tugging her into the curve of his body. She was sweaty and sticky, and knew she had to get cleaned up. And she would. Just as soon as she caught her breath.

Chapter Eight

Maggie shivered. Cool air brushed her skin, sending goose bumps skating over her arms. Had she fallen asleep with the window open?

A muscular arm held her against an equally hard chest. Memory returned with a rush and Maggie’s eyes shot open. She was lying naked on top of her bed. She and Jed had just had the most amazing sex and she’d come—she had to stop and count—three times. Incredible.

The corners of her mouth turned up as satisfaction filled her. Her ex had always complained because she’d had a hard time actually having an orgasm during intercourse. She hadn’t had any problems with Jed.

It seemed all it took was the right man.

Another shiver went through her.
The right man
. What was she thinking? This was sex, not a relationship. She was adult enough that she could enjoy a sexual encounter without turning it into something it wasn’t. She opened her eyes, blinking as she looked at the bedside lamp. The red candle sat there, taunting her.

The spell they’d cast in Rhiannon’s garden had originally been planned for a lover, but at the last second her friend had changed it to a true love. How had it gone again?

Lady Moon in the sky so bright. Lend your power. Lend your might. Bring to us a love that’s true. And
one that one day we won’t rue. In this time and in this hour, we three ladies ask this of thee. We ask this
done and harm to none, what we have wrought here now is begun
.

The words popped back into her head. She could feel the cool air in the garden, hear the low sound of Rhiannon’s voice growing stronger as she chanted. The swirl of the wind as it whipped around their clothing, the light from the moon.

“Are you okay?” Jed propped himself up on one arm and leaned over her.

She nodded, not wanting to talk about magick. All she wanted to do right now was to recapture the warm glow of moments before. “I’m okay.” She reached up and touched the side of his face, feeling the light stubble on his jaw. “I’m better than okay.”

Jed smiled slowly and his golden eyes warmed. “You certainly are.” His hand settled on her waist and then slid down to cup her hip.

Her eyes widened. “Again?” The word popped out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

Jed laughed, the sound warm and intimate. “I’d like that, but you’re probably feeling a bit sore.”

Maggie began to notice the twinges in her body. And not only the minor aches and pains, but the fact that she was sweaty and sticky too. “I need a shower.”

“Care to share?” He traced a finger between her breasts before veering off to the right and slowly circling one puckered areola.

Words deserted her and she licked her suddenly dry lips. She’d never showered with a man before. “I thought you said…” She broke off, not quite knowing how to phrase it.

“We won’t make love.” His clever fingers stroked from one nipple over to the other. Maggie’s breath caught in her throat. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.”

“That…that doesn’t seem fair.”

His eyes darkened as he picked up a lock of her hair and used the ends to tease her breasts. “More than fair.” Jed leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I want to soap my hands and touch every inch of your body.”

Put like that, how could she deny him? “Okay.” Her voice was breathless, but she couldn’t help it.

Just thinking about what he wanted to do was turning her on.

Jed moved suddenly, rolling out of bed and standing beside it. He held out his hand and she slid her fingers against his, letting him help her up. Standing naked beside him, she felt none of her earlier self-consciousness. She smiled and led the way to the bathroom.

Not wanting to lose the ambiance, Maggie lit all three pillar candles that sat on the vanity in the bathroom. Their light flickered over the walls and their sweet lavender scent released into the air.

“Nice.” Jed moved past her and turned on the water. When it was the right temperature, he stepped into the shower. He ducked beneath the spray and the water beat down on his head and shoulders, soaking him from head to toe in seconds.

Maggie’s toes curled against the cool tile floor as she watched. His wet skin was as sexy as all get out.

He raised his arm to shove his hair out of his eyes and his biceps rippled. His chest looked like it was carved from stone, hard and chiseled.

“Coming in?” Jed held the curtain back and reached out his hand.

Taking it, Maggie stepped in beside him.

“What about your hair?”

Damn, she’d forgotten about it. Stepping back out of the shower, she gathered her hair and wound it around her head. Grabbing a three-pronged clip from the counter, she jammed it into the knot, anchoring it in place.

Satisfied, she turned and gingerly stepped back into the shower. Jed had been busy while she’d dealt with her hair. Soap sluiced down his arms and torso, pooling at his feet.

He picked up the bar of soap from the ledge and rubbed it between his palms. Bubbles and lather quickly filled his hands. He tossed the bar of soap back into the holder and reached for her.

Starting at her neck, he worked his way downward. His hands were gentle but thorough as he soaped her collarbone, her arms and even between her fingers. The slide of his fingers through hers was incredibly stimulating. A ripple shot through her pussy.

She glanced down and, sure enough, her nipples were puckered again. Maggie was beginning to think that was going to be a permanent condition whenever Jed was around.

He cupped the soft mounds of her breasts and massaged them, but didn’t touch the hard nubs. The lack of attention made them tighten even more. But Jed ignored them and worked his way down her ribcage, around her waist and over her hips. Light, frothy bubbles covered her skin.

“You’re so soft and womanly.” Jed went down on one knee in front of her. He worked his hands over her thighs and calves before sliding them up inside her legs. Maggie shifted her feet, widening her stance as he moved closer to her sex.

Strong, sure fingers sifted through her pubic hair before gliding over her slick folds. “Your taste is like your hair color—spicy, like cinnamon.” He leaned closer and tongued her clit as he slid two fingers deep into her sheath.

Just like that, Maggie’s orgasm struck hard and fast. Her inner muscles clutched at his fingers. He continued to tongue the hard nub of nerves at the apex of her thighs. It wasn’t quite as strong as her earlier climax, but was softer and deeper. “Jed,” she moaned between gasps of air. Her legs trembled and her knees threatened to give out. She groped for the wall, lending support to her shaky body.

“Damn.” Jed stood and gathered her into his arms. “That was incredible.” His erection pressed hard against her belly, a stark reminder that she’d come and he hadn’t.

She reached for him, but he caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Later.” He sucked one of her fingers into his mouth, making her moan. Her core pulsed, a vivid reminder of what had just occurred. “We need to eat first. Keep up our strength.”

Her stomach chose that minute to growl. She felt her cheeks heating even as Jed chuckled. “See, your stomach agrees with me.” He planted a hard, quick kiss on her mouth before turning back to the spray, which was rapidly cooling.

It didn’t take them long to rinse off, but it took much longer for them to get dried off. Jed rubbed the white fluffy towel over her skin, paying extra special attention to her breasts, her bottom and her pussy. In return, she dried him off, taking care to make certain his chest, his prime butt and his erection were completely free of water.

Jed sucked in a breath as she drew the cotton towel over his shaft and massaged his balls. His eyes gleamed, but he said nothing, made no move to make love to her again.

Maggie hung the wet towels to dry and he blew out the candles. Taking her hand in his, Jed led her back to the bedroom. He found his jeans on the floor and tugged them on, zipping but not buttoning them.