Witch In Charge - Celia Kyle Page 0,49

muscles twisted around him again and Ronun responded with a sharply indrawn breath, his cock moving inside her of its own accord.

“Give me your cock,” she murmured in his ear, drawing goosebumps across his flesh.

“You already have it.” He ground his hips against her, making his point, and she moaned in response.

“In my mouth. I need to taste you.”

As impossible as it seemed, he grew even more inside her. It took him a moment to gather himself, but he eventually pulled free and lay back on the bed. Taking in the gorgeous god lying before her, Kelly was tempted to slam herself down on his lap and pleasure herself again, but the need to serve him was too strong.

Kneeling next to the bed, she tugged his legs until he rested on the edge. She propped her elbows on his thighs and admired all the parts that made him male. That was something she'd never really done before, only giving her past lovers the most cursory of glances. They'd been tools for her use and nothing more.

This was different. This was Ronun. He was worth looking at, worth admiring, worth worshipping. She wanted to pleasure him and make him feel special. Such a very far cry from her usual bang and run.

She cupped his balls and squeezed them gently, watching his face as he closed his eyes and shuddered. Goosebumps skittered across his skin and she smiled, watching his body tremble as she massaged him with a gentle hand. When his head bent back and his breath was shaky, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

He cried out, his body jerking like it was running with electric shocks. Ever so slowly, she drew him into her mouth, paying close attention to his responses. She didn’t just want him to enjoy himself, she wanted him to feel revered, safe, loved.

Not for the first time, the enormity of the moment caught her off guard. These feelings brought a kind of wonder to her. For the first time ever, she was coming together with a man she actually cared about, and her need to please him surprised her… But she didn’t fight it. She gave in to it.

Bracing her hands on his sinewy thighs, she lifted herself a little for a better angle. Then she leaned over and swallowed him whole, sliding her mouth down until it almost met his belly. One hand came up to grip the shaft as she let out a low growl that rumbled deep in her throat, vibrating against his hot flesh.

Ronun’s hand brushed gently on her hair, not encouraging her or holding her head down, but as if he wanted to reassure her. She paused and looked up into his face, wrapping her tongue around the head of his cock for good measure as she did so. He was watching her with wide eyes, amazement on his face.

“You don’t have to—” he gasped. “If it’s too much. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Kelly’s heart swelled in her chest and her eyes prickled with the depth of her emotion. A guy that was turning down head just because he didn’t want her to strain her jaw. If she hadn’t been kneeling right in front of him, she would not have believed it.

“You’re mine tonight, Ronun,” she whispered while flicking the head of his cock with her tongue. “And I'm going to make it a night neither of us will forget.”

A shudder ran through him and she felt it in every inch of her body. She sat up and leaned forward again, working until her lips met her fingers. Then she used both hands and her mouth to move slowly up and down, pressing her tongue against the shaft. Kelly had always been a good lover, giving as well as she got, but this was different.

She wanted to take him to the moon, blow his mind as well as his cock. It wasn’t enough for both of them to have fun—satisfaction itself wasn't her goal. She wanted to give him an experience he’d never had, one that he would carry around forever.

She found her rhythm and positioned herself comfortably so she could work on him for as long as she wanted. Her lips and her fingers worked his shaft, changing pressure with her fingers and tongue to keep him on the edge. When she could feel he was very close, she increased her efforts only to have him grip her shoulder.

“No, not like this,” he said, simply.

She