Magical Sex: Magical Sisters, Book 1

by Beverly Rae

  She thought quickly. “All of Sunday to finish the final adjustments to my lesson plans? Fine by me. Will you be okay for setting up for visits?”

  “Easily. Someone is arranging the general drop-in clinic ahead of time. I won’t see individual patients until midweek.” Matt lowered his hand to cup her butt again like he had at the start of the fight. His fingers traced the edge of the bikini bottom she’d pulled on after flying over to the ship. He whispered against her lips, “Why’d you get dressed?”

  “I didn’t think you wanted me hanging out while we were getting the Stormchild underway.”

  He nodded his understanding even as his fingers massaged her butt cheeks. “Well, for what it’s worth, rest assured I have no issues with you hanging out, ever, around me. No matter what we’re doing.”

  Laurin popped open the button on his shorts. “Ditto. Well, I don’t think I want you naked when you’re treating patients.”

  He caught her hands in his and pressed her open palms against his rising cock. “You want to play doctor with me?”

  The image that popped into her mind had nothing to do with him in a lab coat, but everything to do with an intimate encounter. Did he want to play? Maybe he could take her from behind, pressing her against the raised decking, the glowing sunset shimmering off their bodies. She lowered his zipper and released his cock, smoothing a stroke down the hard length. Capturing the fluid leaking from the tip on her thumb, she lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked it.

  He watched her, mesmerized. Pupils dilating. Breath increasing in pace.

  The salty taste of his seed splashed over her tongue and she remembered the feel of taking him in her mouth earlier, during their first trip on the Stormchild. Of him filling her, controlling her, and she groaned out with need. She’d loved every second of it.

  “Damn it, Laurin.” He dropped his head back and thrust into her fingers. “I can see what you’re thinking.”

  What?

  He hissed his pleasure out, cupping a hand around hers to tighten her grasp. Every rock of his groin forced his shaft through her fingers from tip to root. “It’s not your hand I see. It’s your mouth. I’m fucking your mouth and it’s so hot and wet and tight. I’m dying here.”

  Laurin smiled. He had mentioned that yesterday, and this morning, that he saw her fantasies. She’d never heard of such a thing. Hmm, maybe this was something they should explore in more depth. A mischievous thought overtook her, and she pictured herself on her knees before him, breasts supported only by her bikini bra. Like watching a movie trailer, she zoomed in from a new angle, to see herself looking up, her tongue extending to touch the tip of his erection.

  His body jerked at the moment of envisioned contact.

  Under her fingers his cock was hot and hard. In her mind it glistened with her saliva as he plunged into her mouth repetitively. Matt groaned aloud, his head dropping to her shoulder, her hands encasing him.

  “Oh God, it’s not enough. I need…” His words faded away, his rhythmic thrusts breaking tempo.

  His breathing grew frantic but she wasn’t ready to stop. Her mind’s view changed to her lying face down over the raised section in the forward area of the Stormchild. She mentally opened her legs wide, showing him touching her from behind, his cock pressing into her slick opening.

  Matt lost it. He pulled her hands from his body and lifted her into the air.

  “Matt!”

  It was only a few steps later he dropped her to the decking, twirling her around and yanking her against his body. He dragged a hand down her torso, caressing her breasts before fitting between her legs to cup her mound. The very obvious, and very full, length of his erection fit between the cheeks of her ass as he ground against her.

  “I need to be in you, Moonshine, not simply watch the pretty pictures.” His fingers slipped to her hip, and he snapped the sides of her bikini with ease. The tatters of fabric fell to the ground. “No matter how incredible the pictures may be.”

  He forced her forward, her upper body coming in contact with the smooth wood of the cabin roof. One hand between her shoulder blades locked her in place. He used his knees to separate her legs farther. Then his cock rested at her entrance and she held her breath. He’d placed her in the same position she’d imagined moments before.

  “Show me,” Matt demanded.

  The visual images returned, this time mixed with the very tactile additions of reality. Not only did she see herself bent over, ass in the air, ripe for his possession, she felt—everything. The solid wood under her torso as her body warmed it. The press of his hand on her back, the cooling breeze off the water dancing over her heated skin.

  The exquisite pleasure of his shaft sliding into her sex.