their tryst.
With a wave of his hand, he willed them out of the room, still locked in a deep kiss. Angela didn't notice the change of scenery. Her hands roamed against him, greedy to feel his flesh as they made their way under his shirt. She pulled against him, urging him with her body to lay her down on top of the hard desk.
"Oh," she whispered, surprised when instead of a desk, satin sheets touched her skin. "How did you do that?"
"It's a wizard perk," he growled, his lips exploring the sweet spots of her neck. "I thought you might appreciate a little romance."
"Satin sheets? Billowing white gossamer curtains on a canopy bed," Angela glanced around. "Where are we?"
"Does it matter?" he asked, hearing her sharp intake of breath as he ran his tongue along the cleavage bursting out of the tight black camisole style blouse she wore. "All I want is you right now."
"Yes," she whispered. "It's the same for me."
"Then no more words." He looked into her eyes. "Let's just be together in the moment."
Her sigh of acceptance was all the encouragement he needed.
Gabe lifted the cami over her head, flicked open the clasp of her black bra, and made a sound of pure pleasure over the sight of her naked breasts. His tongued one nipple, while his hands felt the softness of her warm flesh.
His heart hammered in his chest, and he resisted the urge to tear away the rest of her clothing, to take her in one fell swoop. No. After all these months of holding back, Gabe didn't want to rush now. Though the feel of skin beneath his hands and the small moans of desire she made as he suckled against her breasts drove him mad with desire, he held back, wanting to savor every second they were together.
He wasn't sure she felt the same though.
Her hands became less gentle as she yanked the t-shirt he wore over his head. Greedy fingers reached for the button on his jeans, trying to free him. With a small smile, he pushed them away.
"Naughty, naughty," he said. "You better be careful or things will be over to soon."
She pouted and he pounced on that delicious bottom lip, kissing her deeply.
Not to be outdone, Angela maneuvered herself so that he rolled over and she was on top of him.
"Things will be over when I say they’re over." Angela grinned, as she unzipped his pants and then yanked them off. "I want you naked now."
"I can't be responsible for my actions then."
"Don't you worry. I'll be responsible for any action you get."
With that, she ran a finger down his naked chest and then repeated the action with her lips and tongue. Each kiss sent a tingle through his body, causing his arousal to press against her, begging to be touched, begging to feel her around him.
When her mouth surrounded his cock, warm and moist, Gabe thought he might completely lose control. He groaned as her lips locked around him, and the expert way she used her tongue to tease and tempt him to his limits. All thoughts of control were banished, as he realized that she was the one in charge. She was the temptress and he was just along for the ride.
And what a ride.
But before he could completely lose all rational thought, Angela eased back.
"You're not getting off that easy." She grinned at her own joke. "I'm still half dressed. What are you going to do about it?"
Without a word, Gabe lifted his hand and summoned a spell. He enjoyed the shocked expression on Angela's face as her pants slid from her body and to the floor.
"No fair," she said. "Using magic in the bedroom is like cheating or something."
"Then you'll really be unhappy with this." Gabe turned his hand slowly to the side, concentrating. As his hand moved, Angela found herself turning over until she lay on the bed in only her black lace panties. "Magic, as you can see, does have its advantages."
Wide eyed, she watched him slip a finger in the panties and stroke her most intimate area. Gabe could have drowned in the ecstasy pooling in her eyes as he slipped a finger in and out, the wetness between her legs growing with each motion. He loved the way her nipples were hard and pointed skyward, begging for attention. Gabe nipped at one, rewarded by her soft gasp.
She writhed on the bed, red hair displayed like flame across the white pillows. God, what