"Now, imagine my wet tongue licking and caressing them, to ease their need," Connor continued. Only a few words in his low, husky voice and she was on verge of maddening need.
"I need to take off my t-shirt and bra, they hurt," she wasn't sure whether she was asking for his permission or keeping him informed. Her stomach quivered as she listened to his breathing, impatient what he'd say. Her hands moved to the hem of her t-shirt, but she did not pull it off. She waited. She wanted him to say it, she needed to imagine it was him doing that to her.
"No," Connor said suddenly. Anthea opened her eyes - confused for a moment. Did he change his mind? "Not until you help me to strip away my clothes and then cover my chest with your kisses. Only then, you are allowed to get rid of your t-shirt and bra. Until then your sexy boobs will be trapped."
Anthea's insides quivered as she closed her eyes and imagined how she would slowly unbutton his shirt, how her hands would touch his hard chest, how her lips would tease him. She smiled as she imagined licking his navel and planting a wet line of kisses all the way up to his throat and jaw. He had a beautiful, strong jaw. Now, she was so excited that she wanted him to tell her to touch herself.
"I can't wait, please I need more..." she whimpered.
"So impatient," Connor laughed. "What you need more?"
Oh, no, no, no... she might've been daring but she was not going to voice all her naughty fantasies. Her face was red with embarrassment, her lips swollen as she had been licking and biting them. So swollen, as if he had kissed her all those times she imagined his mouth on her lips.
"Take off every piece of clothing. Tell me when you remove your panties," he instructed.
"My... they... oh... so wet," she hardly spoke. The poor lacy piece was completely soaked with the juices of her excitement. Every word he said, did magic to her body.
Until now, Anthea had thought she could be connected to people by sensing their pain, fears and worries. She had never sensed anyone's excitement and desire. This connection she shared with Connor was so new, that it frightened her. She could not only feel her own sensations, but also those of his body. She knew exactly what affect her words were having on him, how his body was filled with heat, how his nerve endings tenses, his whole body shook and breathing caught in his lungs.
Never in her life, Anthea had felt the true extent of her powers. If only she had known about it before... His words distracted her.
"Are you sitting?" he asked.
"Straddling a pillow,'' she said and she let out a nervous chuckle. It might've been embarrassing to admit it, but it felt so good to feel it there.
"Perfect, open your legs wide and slowly rub yourself against that pillow. No rush, move very slow, letting me feel the teasing touches of your warm, soft skin on my cock." She jumped at his words again. She was not used to men talking so openly about sex to her. She never knew how exciting this could be.
The feeling of cool air against her heated slit made her shiver. Her clit was so excited, it was aching.
"Lick two fingers now, imagine they are mine, and rub your clit with them. If you were here, it could be my tongue licking you, sucking on your hard bead, teasing you with my teeth until you begged me to take you."
"Connor!" Spasms of pleasure spread through her stomach. Her hands trembled, her toes curled with pleasure.
"Lie back and push those same wet fingers inside you," he continued with his instructions. She could sense his heart racing. His own hand moved up and down his hard shaft, pleasuring himself to the images of what she was going for him.
"Push it all the way to your knuckles. Slow and hard."
For one second, Anthea thought about cheating him and not doing what he wanted her. Maybe he was pushing her too hard. She never opened up so quickly to someone.
"You are not enjoying it," Connor spoke again. Now, his voice was low and calm. The teasing tone was gone and she could hear concern. "I can feel it, Thea. I don't know how or why, but I swear I can feel what you feel. And you have second thoughts. Talk to me, please."
Instead of answering, Anthea pushed her two fingers inside her. A moan escaped her lips as her inner walls quivered, letting the fingers in. She did it very slowly, enjoying the sensation, letting her fingers slide in easily as they got wet with her warm juices.
"Now, I know you like it," he laughed. His breathing got ragged again as he continued talking to her. The pillow was soaked with sweat and her dripping juices, her bedroom filled with the scent of her arousal. Anthea moaned loudly. She wanted him to hear how much she enjoyed sharing this moment with him.
"Forget everything and concentrate on your pleasure, Thea. Can you feel how close I am?"
She could. She could feel two flames blazing brighter with every moment inside her. She could feel his excitement as much as hers and that made the overall sensation so overwhelming, that she was unable to speak. Although they continued listening to each other's moans and heavy breathing through the phone, they did not need words or descriptions anymore, she knew every sensation of his body and that turned her on so immensely. She knew exactly when he was ready to let go and she made sure she found her release in that same moment.
"NOW!" he screamed and she could feel his heartbeat. She felt his body tense and her own body stilled for a moment before the explosion filled her. She screamed, still thrusting into her with her fingers. She rubbed herself as the aftershocks of her orgasm shook her body. "What did just happen?" Connor asked.
"Did you not like it?"
"I did, but for a moment, I thought I felt two different orgasms inside me. How could that happen?" Even though Connor sounded curious, Anthea knew he was not yet ready to know the truth about why and how that had happened. She smiled lazily.
"Maybe you just have wild imagination," she said.
"Or maybe, it's destiny and we really need to meet?" his voice sounded as lazy as hers. She could imagine his tired smile, his hair tousled and face covered with beads of sweat. "I mean it, Thea. Let's meet!"
Chapter 6
Connor felt nervous. For a twenty-five-year-old rock guitarist from a locally popular band, he quite lacked experience in dating. Most people believed he had slept with every girl in the town. In truth, his ex had been the only girl that he ever dated. And, well, now there was Thea. He wasn't sure if it qualified as dating, but since that first unexpected phone sex experience, they had had a few more unplanned accidental moments of intimacy. And now, she was on her way to meeting him. All this time she lived just an hour away from him.
He had done everything to be up and out of this wheelchair as he came to the train station to pick her up. During those three weeks since he first asked her to meet, he had trained intensively to be able to stand on his own two legs - well, with the help of his forearm crutches. But those were tolerable. If things went well, they could meet more often. And when he was back on his bike... Would he really be back on his bike? Once he was back on the bike, Connor thought stubbornly, it would become so much easier to meet each other.
The train was to arrive any moment now. He kept on checking the time on his phone. Grandpa had called already three times. Connor was starting two down who was more impatient to meet Thea - he or his grandpa.
Deep in his heart, Connor had this strong feeling that everything was finally starting to get normal. The feeling terrified him, but maybe Grandpa had been right after all. Maybe he indeed had to find his special witch to overcome all the troubles that had come his way. The most amazing thing about his recovery was that Connor had started writing songs again. It had been so long since he last felt the need, the irresistible urge to pick his guitar and work on some new music or lyrics until the calluses on his fingers started to bleed.
His music seemed slightly darker, heavier, but closer to the true roots of his inspiration. As if the chains that had been holding him away from those roots were crashed and he had all the freedom to dive into the endless well of inspiration.
Connor wanted to bring the guitar
with him and play a few songs that had been fueled by the passion toward her right there at the railway station. Still, carrying both the guitar and himself was still quite a challenge and he had refused Grandpa's offer to give him a ride. He needed this moment on his own.
Distracted with all those messy thoughts, he did not realize that the train had arrived and she stepped out of it. Anthea. She waved at him and Connor's heart almost burst out of his chest. She looked exactly as he expected her to be—so petite compared to his strong built. She had deep, dark eyes and messy copper curls that caught the light of the sun and shined like a halo around her head.
Now, standing with a bouquet of those colorful flowers in his hand, he suddenly felt like a silly kid, who was so confused, he wasn't even sure whether to greet her with "Hi, I'm Connor" or to grab her and kiss her lips as he had been fantasizing during all those nights that he lay awake dreaming about her.
She turned to be the more decisive one among them. She jumped right into his arms and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Hi," she murmured as she buried her head in the hollow of his shoulder. She rose on the tips of her toes to kiss the corner of his mouth.
Connor growled. No way that was enough for him. Leaning on one forearm crutch to support his weight, he grabbed her with his free arm, pulled closer and kissed for all those months that they had been apart.
"Hi," he finally greeted her pulling his mouth away and looking into her eyes.
"Oh, you have freckles," she touched his face and Connor felt waves of pleasure fill him. The sensation was so much intense when she touched him for real. How was he going to manage to keep his hands off her?
"Family heritage," he frowned. He wasn't so fond of those.
"Lovely," she smiled. "I'll enjoy counting and kissing them." One simple line and he started loving his freckles. "Are the flowers for me?" she laughed as he was too stupefied to give them to her.
As they get home, first thing he did, he grabbed his guitar. It had been a while since writing a song had been a need for him.
"You should hear the new songs," he said excitedly. "They are all about you in a way."
And he played all of them, again and again, until he started to hear that he might bore her to death. She did not want her as his music fan, he wanted her to love him—with or without music.
"I have a surprise," he added, not letting her say anything about the songs. He knew how she felt - he had seen it in her eyes, felt it though her breathing that sometimes grew ragged and sometimes stilled on her lips. "I've sent the songs to my bandmates. They asked me back."
"That's great, I'm happy for you!" she did look and sound happy. There was only a tiny frown that crossed her beautiful face. Connor noticed it, as he could not tear his eyes off her. There was something that darkened her mood, even if she pushed it away.
Connor was going to ask about it, but Grandpa returned home right at that moment, and the conversation about his band was forgotten. He was slightly nervous how the “meet Grandpa” part was going to be. His ex had always been a part of his life even before they started dating, thus, they had avoided all these awkward moments of introducing family and all. To his surprise, everything went smoothly. He was even going to get a bit jealous, as Thea seemed to like his grandfather a lot. They talked until late evening, and Connor couldn't wait for Grandpa to finally go to sleep, so that he could have Anthea all by himself in his bedroom...
By the time he closed the door to his bedroom, he was sure he'd be ripping off her clothes and making love to her all night. God, she was amazing. Before this meeting he had had fears that they might not feel the same physical attraction in real life as they did on the phone. Nonsense. Every cell in his body felt more awake when she was around him, every little touch caused an electric jolt inside him. The odd feeling that he could feel everything twice more intense was back. What if they really had that connection?
Despite his impatient naughty thoughts they ended up cuddling and talking till morning.
"You've ruined my wicked dirty plans for tonight," he confessed finally.
"I know," Thea admitted. He knew the words that she was going to say next. But they need to talk. Ah, these women. Why did they always need to talk? They had been talking for months before this meeting happened. At times, the thought he had never talked to anyone this much, he had told her his deepest, darkest secrets. What else she expected to hear?
Sometimes, it was still better if Connor did not talk. Next words that flew out of his mouth without his accord almost ruined everything.
"You know, I think now I can see how right Grandpa was. I was silly not to believe in all those stories." He tightened his grip around her waist and linked their fingers together. He could stay like this - spooning and talking to the end of his life and never regret it. "Things are getting back to normal once I met you. Look, I'm almost back on my feet, almost back in the band and... in love like crazy..."
She looked away and he hated those copper curls that hid her eyes from him. Did he say anything stupid? Why did her mood darken? She did not say anything right away, but he could feel her sudden sadness as if it was his. It was creepy, but he loved sharing those feelings, knowing how she felt. Was this what that magic was about? If so, Connor was ready to accept it. He had been a fool to deny it before.
"What if you also almost get your ex-girlfriend back," she finally spoke in a whisper. "If you want everything that you had before your accident back, she should be back as well... Is that not what happened to your ancestor in the story?"
Now it was Connor's turn to feel unease. Did she really mean those words? Was she so blind not to see how in love he was? Or even worse - was she predicting what was going to happen?
"The guy has been dead for centuries! Why should I care what happened to him," Connor suddenly felt rage mixed with desperation inside him. "Just don't tell me that history is bound to repeat itself, that all that curse and shit are going to keep me away from you!" He wasn't sure who he was not yelling at. Her? Himself? The history? A moment ago he was ready to admit that all of those stories were true - the curse, the magic, the witches. Now, the thought that those were going to take Anthea away from him was so hateful, that he was ready to fight that magic no matter how powerful it was going to be.
He leaned back and closed his eyes. What was he doing? She has finally here with him and he was already yelling and fighting?
"Let's not argue please, we are not even together, we've just met," Anthea turned to look into his eyes.
"I can't believe you're saying this. We've been together for weeks!"
"Connor, please, let's not argue," she smiled and that little curling of her lips was enough to take away all the sadness and anger away from him. He was definitely overreacting.
"Thea, please, don't argue," he smiled back. Sometimes, it took just a kiss to end the argument.
Sometimes, that kiss grew into something much more passionate and that was always a great ending of every argument.
Chapter 7
Anthea opened her eyes with an amazing feeling of happiness and satisfaction. She had had a beautiful dream before waking up.
Oh, maybe it was not a dream after all. It seemed that someone's naughty mouth was doing wicked things to her causing those beautiful dreams.
She moaned. It was becoming a habit to wake up to his lovemaking. Sadly, today she was heading back home. She had spent three amazing days with Connor, but now, the weight of upcoming separation sank on her. Nothing was going to be as easy as it seemed. Connor saw things in a different light. He was so sure that everything was back to normal due to her, while the realization that she had been lying to him did not give her rest.
"I thought you were a dream," she whispered to him.
"I am," he admitted and gave her one of his bad boy smiled. His freckles caught the morning light and made him look like a little boy lost in his own world of happiness. And he had all the delights he had been craving for right in front of him.
"Now, if you want that dream to last longer, do not distract me," he instructed her. "Just close your eyes and enjoy, baby."
She did as he asked. If only all mornings could be like this - her leaning back and enjoying while someone did real magic to her body. During these short three days Thea had learned to trust the full control over her body to Connor and that always proved to be very satisfying in the end.
"So beautiful," he whispered as the tip of his nose touched her clit and Anthea's whole body jerked as if hit by a lightening. Ah, this mouth could do so much more than just sing beautiful songs and say pretty words. "I've been dreaming about tasting you all night. Couldn't sleep. Felt so hungry."
She was so exposed to him. Anthea kept her eyes firmly shut not to think about how she looked with her legs wide open and him kneeling between them, his mouth kissing her womanhood. Even with her eyes closed she knew it looked irresistibly hot.
"Delicious," she heard his husky voice and gasped as the cool air of his breath touched her heated flesh. His voice sounded darker, filled with desire, and thicker, filled with his arousal. "Do you want to cum, Thea?" He asked. As if he didn't know!
"Please," Anthea begged.
She knew it would take just moments for his skillful hands and mouth to work her to the bliss of her orgasm. She could already feel the storm of sensations inside her. His mouth got busy again. At times, he was tender - kissing her swollen lips, rubbed his jaw against her clit, caressing and teasing her with his breath that sent shivers through her. Other moments, he'd turn dangerous and threatening her with his teeth and sucking her excited bid so hard in his mouth, her she wasn't able to breathe or scream. Her body felt limp with all the pleasures he was giving her. His hands slid down and lifting her butt slightly, he pressed one finger against her rear entrance.
"Oh, just not that, please," she moaned. The feeling of danger added so much more sensations, though.
He bit lightly on her clit and Thea forgot what she was going to say, that she was afraid of what he had on her mind. She forgot everything. Just grabbed the sides of the mattress to hold her body firmly in place and took all the pleasure he gave her.
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