Blood Ties - D. R. Rosier Page 0,3
flawlessly silky skin. The kind of complexion that could only be found on a nubile eighteen-year-old who still hadn’t fully shed the nascent beauty of youth despite being full grown. Her face was of soft innocence, save her lovely pouty lips that added sex appeal to that innocence in a way that drove me crazy. Her body was lissome and toned, a dancer’s body with lovely soft curves and she was very flexible and graceful. She had perfectly rounded, pert, and supple B cups I knew, with the biggest and sexiest nipples I’d ever seen on a woman. They were often tightened and obvious as well, because she never wore a bra and her soft clothes would caress and rub them with her every movement, often leaving sexy bumps there.
That day however, she had on a sweet and sexy conservative sundress that was multilayered hiding those delightful nubs in the dress’s built in support. It showed half her creamy B cup cleavage to advantage, and hugged her upper torso tightly, but the secondary layers added some mystery to it. I knew from this morning that the skirt of the dress was flowing and pleated, and down to her lower thighs.
She was truly a vision.
I saw a playful smile tug at the corner of her lips, “Going to stare all day, Sam?”
I laughed, “I was considering it.”
I stepped inside, and then closed and locked the door, making her eyebrows raise in question, while at the same time I picked up her scents of arousal and anticipation. I knew then my sexy submissive witch was hoping I’d take liberties with her body for a private quickie before lunch, but she wasn’t assuming anything.
I grinned as I formed the new privacy spell, and my magic spread out and made the office very private.
Tiffany smirked, “You just learned that, and you’re already abusing it.”
I grinned wider, and probably a little salaciously as I replied, “Damned right, no one will ever know what happened in here, nor will they hear my victim’s sweet and naughty screams.”
She sat up straight and gave me a warning look, but at the same time I scented her arousal skyrocket at my teasing and firm words. She was a very strong woman, but at the same time for her mates she was submissive to the point she loved orders, and she loved being taken charge of. The reason was obvious to me. She never came harder than when she gave up all control to her lovers, something she’d discovered early on to my delight. In all other ways she was a lady, but for Ginny and me she was a breathless and eager vixen in the bedroom.
Not to mention totally shameless.
I walked around the desk, and then pulled her up against me. She let out a shocked and breathy gasp as I kissed her passionately. It took her a second or two to catch up, but in short order she had her body splayed against mine aggressively and gave me a full body grind with her soft and feminine flesh. The sweet little gasp and moan as I gripped her ass made me harden fully against her supple and flat stomach, and I was more than a little lost in the way her silken lips felt on mine.
As a shifter I wasn’t just drowning in my own lust or need for my mate. Not just my own emotions of love, desire, chemical attraction, need, and pleasure. Not just the need to make my sweet and sexily submissive witch lose herself in ecstasy, so that I could see the beauty of it, hear the excitement, and see the love and devoted surrender in her eyes. Not just all that. It was also the scent of her excited arousal, just how incredibly turned on and lost in me she was, and the love and lust she had for me which was all over her scent and in her violently swirling aura. She wanted me as much if not more than I wanted to be buried in her, and I couldn’t wait to bring her to pleasure.
My pleasure was assured in the joyful and single-minded pursuit of hers. She would see to that with her love, breathless devotion and efforts, and the raw physical pleasures of her sexy body, for me it was all about hers. Her pleasure was my pleasure, always.
She gasped as I broke the kiss, fisted her gorgeous midnight hair, and forcefully bent her over her own desk. When I