Anya Bast - Witch Heart

Claire awoke befuddled and half-aware of hands and lips on her body.

She became completely conscious on a low moan of needfulness. As she'd slept, Adam had been touching her, priming her. Her sex was plumped, aroused, her clit begging for his touch. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples were tight and hard.

Moonlight still filtered through the window, painting the floor silver. Morning still hadn't come.

Adam's blond head bobbed between her thighs. He sucked her clit between his lips and she murmured his name.

Without a word, only need laid bare in the deep blue of his eyes, he rose and pushed her gently over onto her stomach, sliding his hand under her hips and pulling her upward so her rear fit into the curve of his pelvis. His hard cock jutted her swollen sex.

"Yes," she murmured, her fingers curling into the blankets. "Please, Adam, yes." Desire knotted low in her stomach. She moved her hips, trying to force him within her.

He swore under his breath and mounted her, rough and needy, pushing the head of his cock into her and thrusting deep. Her breath caught at the sensation of being so filled up, so possessed.

His body came down over hers, teeth finding the tender, vulnerable flesh of the curve of her neck. He bit, just enough for her to feel it, while he began to thrust. He slid easily in and out of her, like he belonged there.

Claire gasped, gooseflesh erupting over her. The bite was animalistic, primal, and it pushed every button Claire had.

His big body pinned hers as he took her, their bodies slapping together in the quiet of the room, their breathing filling the air. A climax flirted hard with her, but remained tantalizingly out of reach.

Adam released her from the bite and pulled her by her hips to all fours. Then he slid a finger to her anus and brushed over it. Claire jerked in surprise at the intimate touch.

"Shh, it's all right," Adam murmured. "Don't tell me Ty never did that to you, baby?"

"No," she said shakily.

"Well, then I'm the lucky guy who gets to introduce you to it." He brushed her again and pleasure tingled through her body. "There are a lot of nerve endings there. You'd be surprised. It feels good to have them stimulated, even better for a woman when she's double-penetrated."

"D-double penetrated?"

Adam gave a low chuckle. "There are so many games we have yet to play. I can't wait to show you all the things there are for a man and woman to do in bed. In most ways you're mature beyond your years, in others so innocent." He pushed the tip of his finger past the tight ring and inside her.

Claire gasped — but this time not in surprise. Tingles of illicit, forbidden pleasure spread in a wave throughout her body.

He worked his finger out and then in a little farther, slowly and carefully thrusting. At the same time, he speared her sex with his cock. The combination of sensations was breathtaking and confusing, wonderful and… wrong, so wrong. But, Houses, it felt good.

"Do you trust me, baby?"

"With all I am."

"Then relax and enjoy this."

Claire let go and moaned, her back arching. Her body eased into it and Adam increased the pace of his play at her rear while he took her harder and faster. The stimulation of her two orifices at once blended together in an ecstasy that she'd never be able to describe in words.

Adam groaned. "Baby, you're so tight and sweet back there. This is making me crazy. We have to take it slow, but one day I want my cock there, deep inside you. I want to make you come that way, with my fingers buried inside your sex."

The words were coarse and the sentiments coarser — how it excited her.

Her climax hit all at once — stronger than any she remembered. It bowed her spine, stole the breath from her lungs, and then gave it back to her in a rush with only one name to cry out.

Her orgasm triggered Adam's and he groaned, thrusting deep inside of her.

Afterward, they collapsed on the bed, both breathing heavy, both sweating, both deliciously exhausted in that satisfying way that happens after truly great sex.

Adam held her close and kissed the top of her head. Claire snuggled close and murmured, "What a way to wake up.' aim to please."

"Mmm… yes."

"If I could build a career out of making love to you, I would."

She smiled. "Nice thought. Let's take care of these demons and get on that."

Adam remained silent after that comment. She'd mentioned the one thing they'd been able to forget for the night. What was the expression? Oh, yes, whooops. The spell was broken.

She lifted her head to see early morning lightening the horizon. "We should take a shower and get ready for the day."

"Only if we can take a shower together."

She smiled and kissed his chest. "Of course."

After a few moments of snuggling and simply enjoying the moment, they rose and went into the bathroom. They turned the water on and climbed into the oversized shower stall.

Reaching in for a thread of water magick, she diverted the warm water to flow around Adam's body like a hug, massaging his muscles. He groaned and closed his eyes at the pleasure of it.

It wasn't long until that ceased to pacify him and the only thing that made him happy was washing her with his big, soapy hands… all over her body. It made her sigh and her pulse quicken.

He pushed her against the wall, knelt, and was between her thighs again, pushing them apart so he could greedily seal his mouth to her sex.

Claire's knees went weak watching him there on the tile in front of her, his head between her thighs and his tongue lapping. She had nothing but the slick walls to hold on to as he pushed her to a fast and hard climax that made her cries ricochet off the walls of the bathroom.

"Houses, Adam, you make me come every time you touch me," she said breathlessly.

"Baby," he answered, looking up at her, "Making you come is my bread and butter. Your body is my wine."

"I thought you didn't like wine."

He grinned. "I fucking love your vintage, honey. I want another drink, too, a long one."

Adam stood and pushed her face forward against the tile, pushing his big cock eagerly into her sex and took her roughly up against the wall. Claire had to admit that she loved how he didn't ask for permission, he just took her — and he always seemed to give more pleasure than he got.

After they'd both found their bliss, they washed each other thoroughly — hands sliding over curves and calves, breasts and biceps. Adam grabbed a fluffy towel and dried her off.

After they were both dressed and they were back in the bedroom, Adam pulled out the basket from the previous night and rifled through it to find something edible for breakfast. He came up with an apple and held it to her lips.

Claire took a bite and Adam leaned in, slowly licking the juice from the corner of her mouth. The action made her stomach curl with that now-familiar sexual anticipation. She seemed insatiable when it came to Adam. Or maybe it was simply the prospect of impending death that made her seek life-affirming sex with such abandon.

Still, she pulled away with a laugh. "Adam, stop. You're going to make me want you again."

He lifted an eyebrow. "What's so bad about that?"

"The fact that you'll send me off… wanting. I have to meet Micah soon."

"Oh, that's right. You plan to spend the day with another man."

"But I'll only be thinking of you."

He mock harrumphed and went back to the basket. "Then I guess we better eat some breakfast."

"Just think, if the spell works, we'll be able to do this every morning, and we'll never have to worry about demons interrupting us."

"That would be great. I just wish the cost wasn't so high."

"Yes." A world of grief sat in that one word. "It will be hard to lose my magick, but I would rather lose my magick than my life. I would rather lose my magick than lose you."