“Um,” I cleared my throat, “do you mind if we talk in the living room?” I asked. Corbin glanced at me over his shoulder for a moment before shrugging. I turned and hurried back into the living room and sat on one end of the couch. I closed my eyes and tried to push the heady memories out of my mind before Corbin came into the room, holding two mugs. He set them both on the low coffee table before sitting on the other end of the couch. I was very aware of his closeness even though there was at least two feet of space between us.
“Did Andre happen to mention my fee?” Corbin asked, his dark brown eyes leveled on me. I gripped the arm of the couch, curling my fingers into the fabric.
“He just said that you weren’t cheap,” I responded. “But I have plenty of money, whatever your price; I just have to get this thing taken care of.”
“I don’t need money,” he shook his head and dropped his eyes. “I have plenty of money.”
“What then?”
“I’m sure you know how difficult it is to be a witch these days,” he said, his voice softer, making me yearn to lean towards him.
“How do you mean?” I said, managing to stay still.
“Not all of us were interested in creating those collars, you know,” he said, his voice edging towards defensive, but I stayed quiet and he seemed to calm down almost as quickly. “But a few bad apples and all that,” he sighed, “anyway so now witches are shunned by the rest of the magical community.”
“Right,” I agreed, nodding my head.
“See, it’s well known who supported the collars and who was against it. I was against it. More and more witches who were openly against the collars started disappearing so others suddenly changed their minds and became supporters.”
“But you didn’t,” I offered and he nodded.
“It was only my level of power that kept me safe. See, since the rest of the magical community shunned us you never saw what was happening within our own community. Witches need magical interaction just as much as the rest of you.” He looked at me then and I saw the sadness he had been hiding behind his mistrust and smirking face.
“I figured you all got what you needed from each other.”
“Sure, if you’re not shunned, which I am,” again his anger pitched, making his voice rise and me cringe. “Sorry,” he whispered. I could feel the erratic rise and fall of his emotions and his aura as it washed against me. I knew what he wanted for his fee. I also knew if I said no, he’d think of something else for payment, but his loneliness spoke to me and I realized I wanted to respond to it. I wanted to give him what he was missing.
“I understand,” I whispered back. His left hand was resting on the cushion between us and I reached out and laid my hand over it. His skin was as warm as the tan made it look. I felt his fingers flex in surprise when I touched them but as I curled my fingers around his, he relaxed slowly. He turned his hand over and twined his fingers with mine. I looked at his face and saw that he was staring at our hands, a sadness hung over his face as all the years of being utterly alone washed over him. I scooted over closer to him until I could place our hands in my lap. The back of his hand was resting against the bare skin of my leg and the warmth started to spread through me.
“I, uh,” he started to say but had to clear his throat, “I’m not saying I wont help you if you don’t,” I reached with my other hand to press my fingers to his mouth, stopping him from finishing his sentence. I swept my fingers over his cheek gently and turned his face towards me. I leaned in, slowly as if I would scare him away, before pressing my lips to his. For a moment he didn’t respond, I could even feel his eyes on my face, but when I didn’t pull away I felt his lips move and he was kissing me. I could feel his hunger but he held back, his warm, soft lips forming around mine with great control. I wanted to tear through that control.
I pulled my hand out of his and without breaking our kiss I turned my body and threw my leg over him so that I was straddling his lap. My tight leather skirt rode up my hips until I could feel the rough fabric of his jeans pressing into me. I ran my fingers through his hair until I could grip it at the back of his head and began to feed hungrily from his mouth. A deep, animalistic noise came from his throat as my tongue plunged into his mouth and his hands were suddenly on my hips, his fingers gripping me, his nails raking down my skin. The bite on my shoulder responded to the pain and excitement, flaring to life and adding to the desire I felt making my body respond to Corbin. His hands slid over my hips and to cup my ass, when he felt there was nothing baring his access another growl rumbled through his chest. I wriggled my hips, inching my skirt up higher until I could spread my thighs fully, settling myself over him.
He broke from our kiss and lowered his face to my cleavage. His lips were hot on my skin as he explored the tender flesh. I threw my head back, my eyes closed and held onto his curls, welcoming the attention. I realized he was still a little hesitant as his fingers flex against my ass so I pulled off my shirt for him, leaving me bare except for the black lace bra. His eyes drank their fill and I saw him lick his lips as I reached behind me to unhook the bra and slipped it over my arms, dropping it behind the couch. My breasts hung full and heavy in front of his face. My nipples were hard with need, wanting his lips on them. I slipped my fingers through his hair again and arched my back, throwing my head back. I felt him grow thick and hard under me as one of his hands slipped up and cupped my breast.
I felt his hot breath on my skin before his tongue darted out, teasing the nipple, making me whimper. It had been a long time for Corbin and he wasn’t going to rush this. His tongue swirled around the hard tip before his lips latched on and he began to suckle from me. He reached with his other hand to fondle and caress my other breast. I began to rock my hips against him, rubbing myself against the rough fabric of his jeans. I felt his teeth graze the skin of my breast and I moaned his name for him, feeling his hips jerk in reaction. I wanted nothing more than to reach between us and free his swollen cock and ride him right there until we were both thrashing in orgasm, but I didn’t want to rush him.
“Stand up,” he said when he pulled away from my breasts. Reluctantly I pushed away from him so that I could stand. He reached for one of my legs so I lifted my foot, bending at the knee for him and he pulled off my boot, reaching for the other to pull it off too.
“Turn,” he said and I did. He reached up and straightened my skirt so that he could pull the zipper down and then tugged it down until it pooled at my feet. For a moment he was silent and still, leaving me standing there, anxiously awaiting his next order until I finally felt his warm fingers caress my ass in slow circles. His nails raked my skin as his hands glided up to the small of my back, pressing into the muscles. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feel of his attentive hands on my body. The last few days had been a swirling rush of need with little time given to anticipation of what was to come. It had been a long time since Corbin had been with a woman, but it had been a long time since any man had taken his time with me. We both needed this.
I felt Corbin’s warm breath on my skin before I felt his teeth nip at the fleshy mound of my ass. I gasped in surprise; a small noise fell from my mouth. No one had done that to me before and I had to admit, I kind of liked it. Corbin’s hands slid around my waist until his fingers were curling into my stomach and I felt his legs open around me as he edged closer to the edge of the couch and he was able to reach farther up until his fingers brushed the underside of my breasts. His touch was light and made me shiver. I wanted nothing more that to press every part of my body closer to him, but I held back even as the bite on my shoulder burned until it seared. He opened his mouth and dragged his full lower lip across one cheek to the next until his teeth grazed me again.
I couldn’t help but bend a little at the hips, presenting my round ass for him. His fingers fell away from my breasts, which was unfortunate, but then he pressed my back, urging me to bend further. I braced myself on the low table in front of the couch with my hands, my long blonde
hair falling like a wave over one shoulder. Corbin placed his hands on the backs of my thighs, just under my ass and gently forced them open. I could almost see him when I looked back and caught his profile just before he leaned forward and his lips were on my pussy, kissing me slowly. I moaned for him, my eyes closing again and arching my back to press closer to his face.
His tongue reached out and in a slow, firm lick he traced up my opening before dipping in momentarily. His fingers pressed into the edges of my pussy, opening me for him. His tongue slipped in again and still he was slow and careful with his movements. I could feel his tongue swirling and delving into me, making me grip the table for balance. I felt him slip off of the couch to kneel on the floor under me, his head bent back as he lapped at me, making me writhe above him. I felt my walls become thick and tight as they clenched with need and then his fingers replaced his tongue as they pushed into me. Corbin’s hair was a soft caress on my thighs as he maneuvered himself so that he could latch his mouth around my throbbing clit. I cried in pleasure as he began to suck on me, slipping another finger into my tight pussy until he was working me with three fingers. I begged for more, faster, deeper and harder. I wanted him to fuck me, but as he sucked and licked and lapped at me I didn’t want him to stop.
My legs began to tremble as the orgasm began to crest inside of me, making me grip his fingers as they pressed deeper still inside of me. I screamed out his name as I came and Corbin lapped eagerly at my pussy, the orgasm tearing through me and my magic lashing out, drinking in the power he offered me. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and shifted so that he could stand behind me. I was still holding on to the table, trying to catch my breath, my body spasming with tiny aftershocks.
I heard the sound of his zipper being undone and the soft noise of his jeans hitting the floor. I felt him shift to kick them away and when I stood upright I turned to see him standing naked behind me. The rest of his body was just as tan as his arms and face. His body was well toned with broad shoulders that rounded into muscular arms. Arms I could imagine wrapped around my small frame. He had a large, Celtic knot work tattoo over the right side of his chest. It was intricate and beautiful; I could make out clovers, crosses and pentagrams worked into the maze of lines. I traced a finger around the circular tattoo before dropping my hand to reach for his erect cock but he grabbed my hand before I could.
I started to open my mouth to say something, but he held up his other hand to forestall any arguments. He turned, still holding my hand and led me out of the living room into the darker bedroom. He waved his free hand and dozens of candles flamed to life, bathing the room in a soft glow. Corbin led me forward until we reached a large bed, covered in soft dark blankets and a mound of pillows at the head. He turned and swept me up in his arms, startling a yelp out of me before he spun and walked to the side of the bed. Instead of setting me down, he bent one leg and kneeled on the bed so that he could crawl across it until we were in the middle. Then, gently, he laid me down, propping my head on the mound of pillows. I felt my body tingling with the desire to grab him and take him; his slow deliberate control was driving me insane and I didn’t know how much more I could take.
“Corbin,” I whispered his name, hearing the pleading, the need my voice. He smiled down at me, it was the kind of smile a man should have when looking down at a naked woman in his bed and it made my stomach flutter with desire. I started to reach for his cock again, wanting to do to him what he had done to me, but again he caught my hand to stop me. He pressed a kiss to my palm before setting it back on the bed.
“It’s been so long,” he whispered back, bending his head forward to nuzzle the shell of my ear. “Taryn, I want to see you under me,” he said, his lips brushing my ear, making me squirm on the bed, inching my ear closer to his lips. “I want to fuck you, I want to feel you cum around me before I cum inside of you.” I moaned as his words washed over my ear, like another hand on me and my magic swirled happily, anxiously in response.
Corbin pushed up on one hand and moved so that he was above me. I opened my legs and rocked my hips back so that I could wrap my legs around his waist. He grinned down at me, making a dimple appear in his right cheek. In the dim light of the room his eyes were in shadow, making them dark and almost dangerous looking. I felt my heart skip a beat as I caught my breath in my throat. He held himself off of me, both arms on either side of my body so I laid my hands on his forearms, feeling the corded muscles under his skin. I shifted my hips and lifted them off of the bed so that I could rub myself against his swollen cock, the anticipation getting the better of me.
Corbin closed his eyes and lifted his head, a deep rumbling sound came from him and I knew he enjoyed that feeling. My pussy was swollen and wet from the orgasm he’d given me so his cock settled between my lips as I rocked my hips back and forth, stroking him slowly as I moved. I dropped my head back against the pillows and clung to his hips with my legs as I teased us both. I felt his cock pulsate against me, making me clench around him. I wanted that cock inside of me, slamming into me until I screamed.
As if he could hear my thoughts, Corbin lowered himself over me until the full weight of his body pressed me into the bed. His hands slipped under me until they hooked on to my shoulders, his fingers pressing painfully, deliciously into the bite mark, sending electric pulses through my body until I throbbed around his cock. I rocked my hips back again so that my legs settled over his round ass. Corbin lowered his mouth to mine and began to kiss me, slowly, just as he had on the couch. His tongue slipped into my welcoming mouth, massaging my tongue. Only the momentary flex of his fingers on my shoulders gave me warning before he shifted his hips and the head of his cock slipped inside of me.
I moaned into his mouth as I slipped my fingers into his hair, twining through the curls to hold on. I whimpered when I realized he wasn’t ready to thrust himself inside of me yet; he only pushed two inches inside of me before he pulled back, leaving only the tip pressing me open. He did this over and over again, working me into a frenzy as my clit began to throb and my pussy got wetter and wetter. I pulled on his hair and small, eager noises were coming from me, muffled against his lips. Then he was inside of me with one forceful thrust.
I arched my back, breaking our kiss as I cried out. My thighs were trembling around his hips and my pussy gripped him as he began to pump in and out of me, his hips pressing into my thighs as his cock hit the end of me. Corbin lifted his chest off of me so that he could look down at me as he fucked me. I felt his eyes on my face and I saw the light had changed when I looked at him and I knew my eyes were glowing with power. I could see the color of his eyes now. His hips moved in a steady, deliberate pace as he pushed in and out of me. I rocked my hips up to meet him, keeping his rhythm, knowing when he was ready he’d give me more.
Corbin bent his head forward and pressed his lips to my neck, his teeth and tongue massaging the muscles, making me arch my back further into him. I could feel my body growing warm and heavy with the coming orgasm. I closed my eyes and slowed my breath, wanting to calm myself enough to make this last just a little longer, but I was so primed from his tongue and fingers from earlier it was no use.
I raked my nails down Corbin’s back as I began to moan and cry out in earnest, letting him know how close I was. I felt his weight on me again and his fingers curled into my shoulders, his cheek pressed against mine as he began to slam his cock into me faster, harder, deeper. Yes, I screamed for him, my legs becoming loose around him, spreading my thighs as he pounded into me. I began to buck under him as the orgasm ripped through me, sudden and fierce unlike the slow deep orgasm from the living room. My nails tore at the skin of his back and my screams ripped through the room. I heard him growl next to my ear as I clenched his cock inside of me when I came and suddenly he was frantically thrusting inside of me as his hips began to shake and then he came. His whole back arched until he was sheathed fully inside of me, his body wedded to mine, pressing against my clit hard enough to bring me screaming again as he s
huddered inside of me.
I collapsed against the bed, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My body was liquid with pleasure as Corbin held himself above me. When his body finally stilled he bent his head forward to look at me. His face looked totally different than it had when I first came through the front door. The muscles in his jaw were no longer clenched and his eyes were clearer, no longer pinched and mistrusting. He looked at peace. I smiled up at him and let him see what he had done to me and let him bask in his victory. He sighed deeply before lowering himself over me again. He was careful not to pull out yet and I knew it was because he enjoyed the feeling of a woman that he had missed for so long. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him rest on me, brushing his hair back from his face and caressing him wherever I could reach.
“That was amazing,” he finally said. I had no idea how long we had been lying there, wrapped around each other before he spoke.
“Yes, it was,” I agreed softly. I felt his lips on my neck again as he kissed me gently and I closed my eyes to enjoy it.
“It’s just been so long,” he said between kisses and I caught that hint of sadness from earlier, it made my stomach clench; I didn’t like to hear that sound come from him. I may not have liked him when I first came in, but I understood his anger and sadness now and once he had let me see what he was really like, I didn’t want him to feel like that again.
“I know,” I soothed, caressing his hair again as I spoke, “but I can be around for you, if you want.” That made Corbin pause and he lifted his head to look at me, that look of suspicion back on his face as he considered my words.
“You came here to get a spell for me, please don’t toy with me,” he was getting angry now, feeling bitter and used. I felt him try to pull away from me, but I gripped him with legs and arms to stop him.
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