His Guardian Witch

by Angelina Rain

  Morgan moved to the window and put her hands on it. The glass warmed beneath her touch. Steam rose from inside the wooden pane, and the lock lifted from the frame. The window slid open on its own. "We're in."

  Daniel gazed at her with wonder in his eyes. "That was amazing."

  She smiled. "Just a little magic. Now lift me up so I can climb in."

  Once she was inside the office, she reached her hands over and pulled Daniel inside, too, with the help of some magic strength, of course.

  Daniel went to a file cabinet while Morgan guarded the door. Several minutes later, he held the file in his hands. "Got it."

  He crossed to the copy machine and scanned the entire file. The machine shot out the pages, and he put the originals back where he had found them.

  "I'll take those." Morgan folded the papers in half and shoved them in her purse. “With your bad luck, you’d probably lose them.”

  Together, they were about to cross back to the window when a squeak sounded behind the office door.

  "Is anyone there?" a man's voice asked.

  Her heart beat wildly inside her chest.

  The sound of keys entering a lock ricocheted through the room.

  Busted.

  She stared at the doorknob as it started to turn. Acting purely on instinct, she turned to Daniel. "Get on the floor."

  "I think he heard us." Nonetheless, Daniel got down as she said.

  Morgan sat on the principal’s desk, hiked up her skirt to her hips, spread her legs wide, and moaned.

  Behind her, the door opened. She tossed her head back and whipped her hair from side to side. "Oh, yeah! Lick my pussy, Principal."

  Daniel lifted his head from his ducked position and buried it between her thighs. "It's Principal Morris," he whispered and snaked his arms under her legs.

  "Oh, Principal Morris, suck my clit." She rocked her hips back and forth as though driven by passion.

  Wood creaked somewhere behind her, and she tossed her head over her shoulder in time to see the door close fully. Morgan breathed a sigh of relief. "That was close."

  Daniel fingered the crotch of her thin, lace thong, pulling it aside as he licked her naked folds. "Close indeed."

  Everything inside her wanted to press herself into his mouth, to feel his tongue inside her. But… But… "Stop that." She rocked her hips back, ending the physical contact. "Don't want to get caught."

  He smiled up at her, that same wicked “drop your panties” look he had given her at the store. "But we've already been caught."

  She smiled at that as she maneuvered her way off the desk and headed toward the open window. "Come on. Get your mind out of the gutter until we're someplace safer."

  Chapter Five

  "I'm hungry. Are you hungry?"

  "I'm starving," he said and crossed toward her car and climbed in.

  She buckled in. "Why don't we go out for some breakfast? I'm really in the mood for some bacon and eggs." Morgan turned to him as he buckled into the seat.

  "Sounds great, except it's going on ten at night."

  "I know a great twenty-four hour breakfast place."

  Ten minutes later they sat at the tiny diner with low prices and the best food in town.

  Given the late hour, she had expected the restaurant to be empty, but half of the booths and tables were occupied. The waitress scurried over to their table, pen and pad already in hand. "Are you ready to order?"

  Morgan nodded. "I want a Coke, two eggs over easy, bacon, and white toast buttered."

  Daniel gave his order, which was almost the same thing except no toast and only water.

  "So what's the plan after dinner?" he asked Morgan after the waitress brought over their drinks. "It's too late to call Jessie's parents. I don't want to wake them in case they’re asleep."

  The waitress came over and set their plates on the checkered tabletop. Morgan unwrapped her straw and took a sip of her drink. She doused her eggs in enough salt and pepper to make any doctor frown and glanced up in time to see Daniel's awkward look. "What?"

  "You'll kill yourself eating like that."

  She shrugged and picked up a buttery triangle of toast. "I like my food the way I like it. Besides, if all people were healthy health nuts, what would doctors do?"

  Daniel pushed his hash browns aside and only ate the eggs and bacon. Morgan added salt and pepper to her potatoes and ate a mouthful of everything. The sensation of being watched pulled her out of her food-induced heaven, and she glanced up. Daniel smiled at her. The look in his eyes caused her heart to flutter and her cheeks to burn. It was the look a man gets when he starts to fall in love.

  She swallowed the last remains of her food. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

  "You're beautiful."

  Her mouth went dry, and she gulped her pop. "Thanks. Now stop staring at me, and eat your food."

  "I like the way you eat. There's such passion there."

  She played with her eggs. "Yes, I love my food, and it's getting cold."

  He broke eye contact with her and went for his own piece of bacon.

  "How come you're not eating your potatoes?"

  "I don't like them."

  Morgan grabbed his plate. "I don't believe in wasting food." She shoveled the hash browns onto her plate and added more salt and pepper. "So are you some health nut?"

  "No." He took a bite of his bacon. “But I don’t want to clog my arteries.”

  Rolling her eyes, she smiled at him. “There’s a spell to counter that.”

  “I’m assuming you’ve used it a few times.”

  The waitress stopped by their table and dropped off the bill. When she walked away, Morgan could hear her talking to the hostess. “Those people are fucking nuts. Every time that woman comes in she’s talking about crazy magic spells.”

  Daniel’s gaze flew between her and the waitress.

  "That's why I love this place. The food is cheap, and the staff doesn’t kiss your ass." She tossed some paper bills on top of the check, and they both stood to leave.

  ****

  Morgan opened the door to her little apartment and flipped the light switch. A golden glow illuminated her living room, and Daniel stepped in behind her.

  "Your place looks so cozy."

  She shrugged as she passed toward the couch and dropped her purse and herself on it. He sat beside her, and together they watched TV. Although the show was entertaining, Morgan was much more interested in Daniel.

  He moved closer to her, his arm snaking over her hips, and he pulled her to himself. She rested her head on his shoulder.

  Once the show was over, Morgan pulled out a blanket and pillow from the closet and let Daniel get situated on her couch.

  "You're not going to let me into your bed?" He gave her a sad puppy-dog look.

  Something inside her grew warm at that expression. "What? Do you take me for one of those women who let a stranger into her bed? We just met."

  “What about that time before my house caught fire? We almost…"

  "Almost doesn't count," Morgan said and turned around and headed toward the bathroom. She showered quickly, daydreaming about the beautiful stranger on her living room couch. What would he be like naked? Would he be good in bed? Would he lick her? Eat her center like a candy hole?

  When the water started to run cold, she dressed in an old t-shirt and thong and headed to bed.

  Her eyes were wired open, and she couldn't force them shut. This man called to her. She wanted to touch him. Explore him.

  Damn it, she had to get him out of her mind. Morgan opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out the slim vibrator. With one turn of her wrist, the pink plastic vibe came to life. The buzz was music to her ears, and her heart beat wildly. Will he hear the sound? Somehow, that excited her.

  She put the tip of the vibe to her clit. The instant it connected, pleasure shot through her, and she moaned. Circling her nub of nerves with her hand, she inhaled deeply as wonderful sensations swirled within her.<
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  The man was just outside her reach, in the other room, lying on her couch. But in her mind, he lay beside her. In her mind, it wasn't the vibrator that pulsed around her. It was he.

  The slim vibe slipped inside her folds, slowly dipping in and out as she moaned.

  What if he heard her moan and came into the room? What if he replaced that vibrator with his cock? Would she let him? Did she want him to?

  Who the fuck was she kidding? Of course she would!

  The device suddenly became boring and mundane. She no longer felt pleasure deriving from it. Instead, her mind drifted to a box of condoms inside that drawer.

  Frustrated, she pulled the vibrator out and tossed it on the bed. Once she crawled out of it, she reaching inside the drawer for the rubbers.

  Great! I’m about to become one of those slutty women who sleeps with a man within hours of meeting him.

  Oh, but what the hell. She had almost allowed him to get her naked. Damn, she remembered trying to get him naked before the candle caused the house to catch on fire.

  Rolling her eyes at her own thoughts, she left her room and with silent footsteps walked toward her guest.

  Daniel's pants and boxers were on the floor. He lay naked on the couch, his eyes closed. The moonlight streaming through the window cast shadows over his perfect form. He was all smooth skin and hard muscle that begged for her hands to touch, her tongue to lick over the surface. But what pulled her attention in the most was the hard cock that stood up as though in greeting of her arrival.

  His hand was wrapped about the thickness. His wrist swayed up and down as he stroked himself. He moaned, and Morgan's attention quickly snapped to his face. She almost breathed a sigh of relief noting his eyes remained closed.

  "Oh, Morgan."

  Warm juices filled her thong.

  "Oh yeah, suck my cock."

  She gasped, shocked and turned on by his request. His eyes were still closed. Did he sense her there? Forcing herself into his mind, she watched what he fantasized about.

  Her lips wrapped around the thick, velvety head. His tongue dipped into her wet center.

  Her heart raced. Mesmerized, she watched as he opened his eyes, the glint in them mischievous.

  He smiled when he caught her watching. "Come play with me, Morgan."

  Morgan fell to her knees beside the couch and wrapped one hand around his shaft. Her tongue circled over the head. His pre-cum lingered on her tongue as she took him in as far as she could. Her head bopped up and down as she stroked him and sucked him. The sound of his groans was music to her ears.

  His fingers stroked her hair. "Come on, Morgan. I want to be inside of you."

  She pulled her lips away. The man's cock glistened wet as she fumbled with the box of condoms she had dropped on the floor. Her fingers trembled as she ripped one foil open and pulled out the lubricated rubber. Slowly, she slipped it over his cock. It took her only seconds to shed her t-shirt and thong. She climbed on top. He filled her, completed her, and stretched her core about him.

  A moan escaped her lips at the fulfillment of his strong cock. She had never had a better one before. Pleasure swirled around her as their bodies mashed against each other. Sensations built, and little trembles of satisfaction raced over her skin. When her orgasm exploded around him, so did his inside her. He pulled her to his chest and kissed her deep, while his seed filled the rubber. Her pussy clenched and released around his hard cock in rapid succession.

  Once the spasms subsided, Daniel lifted her off himself. "Can we go to your bedroom now?"

  She only nodded, and he carried her down the hall, through the open door, and dropped her on the bed.

  The moonlight streamed through the open window, and the curtains billowed in the breeze. Shadows covered his muscled chest, shading the creases and ridges that she intended to touch and kiss. Before she could move, Daniel roamed over her. He kissed her lips, her chin, her neck, and collarbone. He found her breasts, running his palms up and down over the nipples, making them strain with need. His lips kissed the valley between her breasts, lightly touching her, caressing. Daniel blew a trail of air over her, and she arched her back, leaning into his touch. Hands dipping lower, he caressed her sides, kissed her flat stomach. Slowly, he trailed his tongue over her belly button, blowing cold air at it. She tingled. Her hips rose and fell off the bed, eager for him to touch her wet heat.

  His hands roamed over her, setting flames of desire over her body, yet he kept away from her core. Soft kisses trailed to her hips, her thighs, close enough to her wet folds, yet so far away.

  "You're torturing me." She moaned.

  He moved over her again. Claiming her lips, Daniel indulged her in a heated kiss.

  Morgan wanted to scream. She would touch herself if he wouldn’t to do it for her. Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him close until her pussy touched his skin.

  His lips moved to her neck, and he groaned against her heated flesh. "You need to learn some patience."

  "Never." The word came out in a whisper, but he lifted his head and smiled at her. He moved lower, palms covering her breasts again. His lips on her hips, her navel, cold air on her belly button, all driving her crazy with need.

  She lifted her hips, but he remained out of reach. "Please touch me." Her demand was barely a whisper.

  "I am touching you." His hands were on her knees now, traveling up to her hips and down again.

  "No." Her sheets would probably be soaked soon, as wet as she was. "Touch my cunt."

  He kissed her inner thigh. "How would you like me to touch it?" He flew a breath of air over her folds. They tickled and tingled.

  She moaned her approval. "Yes."

  "But I didn't touch you. I only breathed on you." He did it again. The cold breath sent shivers over her spine.

  "Whatever. It counts, sort of."

  Another tingling breath had her squirming under his hold. His hands pressed her hips down onto the mattress. Her clit tingled with the need to feel. Her world tilted on its axis when he kissed her. The kiss was gentle, tender, barely a feathery touch of his lips on her sensitive nub. It was the act itself that drove her over the edge. He didn't lick her, eat her, or tried to impress her with his skill. He simply kissed her where no man had ever thought to kiss before.

  "Did you like that, baby?"

  "Oh, yes." She gripped the sheets, needing to hold something. She felt like she was flying, weightless and empty.

  "I like kissing you." He kissed her folds. Didn't part them, didn't lick. Just kissed and she bucked her hips against his grip.

  "Please." She verged on tears. He kept torturing her, and her body needed release. Needed him. "Please. Please, more."

  He ran his tongue all the way along her folds, up to the nub of nerves, before he parted her lips and dipped inside.

  Morgan rocked against him, swimming in desire.

  Daniel's hands moved to her center, and he parted her. This time when he blew a gush of air inside her, it reached to the depths within her, making her hungry for his touch again. His hot kiss teased her.

  She creamed, and he licked inside her.

  "I want you." She moaned and reached for his shoulders.

  "You have me."

  "Inside me." The words were barely more than a breath, but he pulled away from her long enough to grab a condom from the box. She hadn't even noticed him bring it to the bedroom, but she was glad that he did.

  He ripped the package and slipped the thin rubber over his shaft. Moving over her, he positioned himself at her core but didn't enter.

  "Please." She stretched her body far enough to touch him. The head of his cock parted her lips and slipped inside. It was just an inch, but enough to have her trembling beneath him. When he slid in deeper, she gasped and held him tight. He moved inside her. With each stroke, bliss built within. He held her in his arms. His lips kissed her mouth. She tasted herself on his tongue, and the flavor sent her spiraling into oblivion. Her toes and fingertips started to ting
le, and her arms and legs vibrated with impending release. Heat exploded inside her.

  Stars danced behind her closed eyelids. The room spun in circles, and she felt like she was flying. He pushed harder, deeper, and she clenched onto him for dear life. She moved her hips in sync with his strokes. His groans, her moans, a melody of two mating souls. When release came, it washed over them like a high tide in the heat of summer. Her entire body went limp from the pleasure. Her core exploded in waves of heat as it clenched and released around him. She arched her back, and her head lolled somewhere in the air.

  Morgan opened her eyes, finding herself floating between ceiling and bed. She touched his cheeks, and Daniel opened his eyes, too. But he was looking at her, his gaze fixed on hers with a look in his eyes she didn't comprehend. Lust? Desire? Love? That last one had her heart beating faster.

  "We're flying," she said.

  He glanced around. "Somehow, I'm not scared."

  They fell slowly, as though gravity didn't exist. When her back touched the silk sheets, her heated flesh felt like it lay in cold, refreshing water. Daniel still held her, still kissed her, and she had her arms around the back of his neck. The cover wrapped over them without her having to move it.

  She felt strong, powerful, more so than she had ever been before. Sex always recharged her abilities, but she had never floated before. And when she moved her hands and touched his chest, she also touched his soul. It was as though the soul was close to the surface, close enough for her to wrap her fingers around it and hold on. She'd never done that before, and it both thrilled and scared her. She knew, then and there, that he was her soul-mate.

  He kissed her forehead, and something passed from him to her. It was warm and special, and it settled deep inside her. Was it a piece of his soul that fused with her own? Was that even possible?

  Suddenly, he was no longer a stranger. She knew everything about him, from his little boy days to his future dreams. Morgan could see into his heart, his soul, and she loved what she saw. She loved the man inside.

  Chapter Six

  The scent of hot, rich coffee roused her senses, and Morgan opened her eyes. Bright sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating even the dark corners of her bedroom. She stretched, moaned, and rolled over to find herself alone.