Cuckoo in the Coven

“You’re wanton,” he whispered with admonishment, looking down at her. “You’re such a wild woman.”

Fluid seeped from her exposed pussy. The chastisement in his voice and the accusation of her uncontrollable lust were answered by her inner self, regardless of what she might have said. “It’s your fault.”

He reached for the vibrator and bent over her again. Burying his head between her spread legs, he tasted her with the very tip of his tongue. Bolts of pleasure roared up from that tiny movement, suffusing her groin with heat and a delicious sense of anxious need.

“So wet, so delicious, so ready...I want to take you to your peak, I want to see it happen.”

She moaned, feeling sure that her peak wasn’t far away at all, and desperate for him to take her to it and force her right over it. Cullen, however, had other ideas. She heard the flick of the switch and the low hum of the vibrator. He traced it down between the damp folds of skin framing her opening, teasing her, then up and over her clit, causing her to moan and wriggle on the bed.

The cold, smooth hardness of the vibrator nudged inside her, the heat of his eyes following its movement and her every response. Instinctively her body responded, her hips rocking forward onto the hard shaft. The vibrator began to hum louder and she let out a loud moan of relief as the reverberations spread through her entire nether region. He rested his other hand over her mons, his palm nudging her clit closer to fruition.

“Seeing you like this is making me hard as rock.”

“Cullen...” she pleaded. “I want you inside me. I want to feel your body,” she rasped, “your chest, pressed against mine.”

He smiled at her plea. “Not till I see you pleasured.”

Using a vibrator wasn’t usually like this. This was different. This was hellishly different, with him in control and watching her with those eyes, eyes that had haunted her dreams for so many nights. Now, when there was so much more between them, to feel him watching her so keenly, reveling in her pleasure, controlling it—it was too divine. She ached for him, ached in every way. “Cullen...”

He muttered something unintelligible as he bent over her, his tongue lapping at her clit. The vibrations traveled all through her and into his mouth as he sucked gently, a beautiful stark contrast to the rigidity inside her. Sunny lost sight of the room, her body jerking spasmodically as waves of pleasure roared through her. In the distance, she heard her own voice crying out.

Cullen switched the vibrator off, easing it free from her body. He cast it aside, his eyes dark with passion. She could see that he was desperately aroused. The sight of him sent an after-tremor through her. “I want you inside me.”

He stood up, eyeing her possessively as he undid his belt. Her eyes dropped from his as he climbed out of his jeans and she saw his cock rear up, long and thick, its head beautifully defined and dark with blood. He came back and laid over her, his cock pressing against her folds. He rested his hands on her breasts and stroked her, his palms held over the hard nipples. She breathed deep the musk scent of his body. It swept through her like a cloud of smoke, immersing her senses in its cover. His closeness overwhelmed her with a new rush of sensations. She loved him, she was intoxicated by him, she was thoroughly absorbed by his presence. She sucked hard at his mouth, grazing him with her teeth. His hips moved against hers, pressing his erection between her thighs, and it was driving her wild. “Please, Cullen, please,” she pleaded.

His eyes flashed at her, his mouth in a passionate curl. Then he reached down and pressed his fingers inside her. “You’re mighty swollen. I might use that thing on you again after all.”

“I’d rather it was you.” Her hips reached for him.

He gave a victorious smile and entered her. As he drove the full length of his shaft slowly inside, she cried out with pleasure. She felt so exquisitely full and yet bordering on pain. He’d driven her to distraction with that bloody vibrator and now he was moving so in tune with her body that she felt as if she was about to come again, every time the swollen head of his cock crushed against her, so very deep inside.

“You want this, do you?” He rammed home.

“Yes, please,” she begged, clutching him deeper. She felt a sob at the back of her throat and fought it back.

“You are so beautiful, and when you reached your pleasure, you looked like a goddess,” he whispered.

She felt like her heart would burst. Pleasure and love filled her to overflowing. She was in ecstasy, the ache in her chest caused by the thought of losing him melted.. As their movements became more fevered, she bucked against him, her body arching. Her legs climbed up around his hips, locking him in against her. The mutual pleasure of it shot between their locked eyes. Their bodies were harmonized. They moved in quick, even strides, barely parting but to press close together again.

He turned his face into her neck, drawing his tongue along her skin, his breath like a warm sirocco shifting the sands. Their movements were building speed together, perfectly attuned, and rhythmic. They were pacing, ever faster, towards crescendo. As the orgasm came close, his hand slid over her pubic bone, pressing her mons down as he moved against her. His eyebrows were drawn down, his eyes intense, a bead of sweat sliding slowly down one side of his face. His mouth opened and each quick stride drew a harsh breath from him. Heat welled from her womb as if a heavy, hot liquid was held in her pelvis. A shockwave hit, buoyed up against the full head of his cock where it had lodged itself deep and hard inside her.

“Oh yes...yes,” he murmured, his eyes afire with passion. She felt his whole body arch and bow against hers. Her sex throbbed and gripped his cock as it heaved and lurched, their bodies falling still in the moment of mutual climax.

He gave her a tender kiss then rolled onto his back, taking her with him, staying inside her while he could.

She chuckled, tethered to him like that, yet feeling strangely afloat in the afterglow. Afloat, drifting. Lost in time? The thought brought her down to earth and she sighed.

“Celeste matched us. It worries me.”

He thought about it, and then bent to kiss her. “It shouldn’t.”

“Does it make any difference? I mean, knowing how...?”

“No. It’s good to understand it more fully, but the important thing is this.” He laid his hand on her arm. “We are here together, instead of me being heaven-knows-where for my exile, while you tried to manage this place alone and keep your business going as well.”

Her heart filled, emotions welling inside her. Surely she couldn’t live without him?

“Please don’t talk about your exile, don’t talk about leaving,” she begged, the words blurting unbidden from her mouth.