Werecats and Werelocks (Collection) (28 page)

Her slick entrance gripped his shaft, milking him as he stroked her, making him groan. Gripping her knee with one hand, he strayed again to her clit with the other, stroking the swollen nub in rhythm with the strokes of his cock.

Her tight, wet passage was hot and he fought to maintain control until he heard the familiar catch of her breath, signaling her orgasm. Pulling her to him, he rolled them to face one another as Felicity slung a leg over his hip.

Christian cupped her face, kissing her eyelids and thrusting into her with gentle glides, reaching down and clutching her ass so they ground, hip to hip, against one another.

Her small whimper sent him over the edge and into a place he'd never tire of.

They found release in unison, pressed together as close as two lovers can be. The hard surge of orgasm shot from his cock in jerky spurts, stealing the breath from his lungs.

"Whew, magic man ... you do realize that's what got us into this predicament, don't you?"

The soft swell of her belly heaving against his was all the predicament he could have ever hoped for. “Well, I do have the magic touch,” he chuckled.

"It's a good thing I love you, Sinbad, or I'd be pretty upset about my clothes not fitting."

"Well, in light of the fact that I love you too—as you expand, I'd be happy to loan you
my
genie pants. I'm a good sharer that way."

Felicity laughed. “I will
not
wear genie pants. They make my thighs look fat. Oh, and I'm not vacationing in some bottle either. However, I could really do with a magic carpet. Now
that's
a cool gig."

"Until then, you can ride on my magic carpet anytime you want, wife."

"Thanks, husband. Oh and if you think I'm going to be some subservient wench like that Jeannie was, forget it. There is no way I'm calling you or anyone else ‘Master'."

"But, honey, it makes me rage with lust when you use that word..."

"Lust
this
, magic man."

Christian laughed and pulled Felicity closer. “Hush, wife. Let's practice for the next little genie making session."

"Husband?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I think we've practiced about as much as we need to. How do you feel about a brood of little genies?"

"What?"

"Turns out that magic wand of yours packs a powerful punch..."

"Um, wife?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Explain."

"Can you say twins?"

"No we did
not
..."

"Yes, yes we did. Girls in fact. Probably two just like
me
..."

"Wife?"

"Husband?"

"How's that spell for pharmaceuticals working out? Have you gotten to the letter ‘V’ for Valium yet?"

Felicity laughed and pulled him to her with a sigh.

Christian smiled with contentment into her neck. Not even the idea of twins could thwart his happiness.

Yep, life was good.

Very good, indeed.

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