Davis, Liz - Under His Spell (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  She felt his tongue stiffen inside her, moving back and forth and in and out of her heat. When he rolled his tongue against her clit, she gave a convulsive shudder. She’d never been with a man who had such a talented tongue, and she realized that what she was experiencing was beyond amazing. It was paradise.

  “Ohhhh yesss.” Her thighs quivered as he sucked on the erect little bud.

  Helplessly squirming beneath him, Lynn expelled cries of blissful pleasure as Takoda continued to lash her with his tongue. It seemed he couldn’t get enough of her taste, and the sound of him lapping up her juices sent a strong current of lust through her body.

  Then suddenly she felt the pace of his tongue grow slower, and as it crawled to a frustrating slowness, she elicited a small moan of displeasure. Only the tip of his tongue was now upon her, tracing lightly along her erect, pink clit. Roving her eyes downward, Lynn could see that Takoda was staring back at her. She could see the amusement in his eyes and knew that he was enjoying the power he had over her.

  “Don’t stop now. Keep going.” Pressing her palm against the back of his head, she gently nudged him forward, urging him to continue.

  “Getting impatient, are we?” Takoda smiled up at her, amused by her look of pure torture.

  “Please don’t make me beg,” she breathlessly said.

  The urgency she felt radiated strongly off of her, and she could tell that he was wielding his power over her in order to further the intensity of her desire. This game he was playing was terribly torturous, and his tongue was moving no quicker than a snail’s pace. Every so often his tongue would speed up, causing her to cry and buck her hips forward, but before she could reach the point of ultimate satisfaction, his tongue would slow to a crawl yet again. This happened a few times before she could take no more.

  “Please stop the teasing. I can’t take anymore.” Lynn’s voice was thick with desperation.

  “I want to hear you say the words.”

  The look in his eyes let her know that he was serious. He wouldn’t let her come until it happened.

  “I said please.” Her voice was barely audible and full of frustration.

  “Sorry, angel, I can’t hear you.” His fingernail made lazy circles around her clit.

  “I said please…don’t stop. I’m begging you. I need to come, so please don’t deny me this time.”

  Her eyes were full of yearning, so completely full of desire that he just couldn’t help but oblige her.

  “With pleasure.” Moving his head forward, he slid his tongue between her legs to continue pleasuring her.

  His tongue alternated between long, slow licks and short, fast ones. Lynn was never sure which one to expect next, which added to the thrill. Her legs quaked from the sheer pleasure of it all.

  “Oh fuck yes, baby. Make me come.” Her body writhed beneath his ministration as he forcefully tongued her.

  His tongue moved at an amazing speed, and he showed no signs of stopping. The sensation was so intense, so thoroughly gratifying, that she almost couldn’t take it. If she died right there, then her life would have felt complete. She’d never known a man to eat her out with so much enthusiasm. The wet sounds of his mouth on her, combined with his moans, was enough to drive her over the edge. She didn’t think it was possible to become even more turned on than she already was, but it was happening. As Takoda’s tongue continued its fevered dance, she lost it. Her thighs tightened around his head as she began to climax.

  “Oh yessssssss! Ohhhhhh.” Releasing a blissful moan, Lynn arched her back and dug her fingernails into the mattress beneath her.

  His face was covered in her juices, but that didn’t stop him. Even as she came down from her orgasm, he continued to lap up her nectar. He took great care in doing do, giving her small, gentle licks, as he knew that her clit was highly sensitive. Lynn didn’t want it to stop, but at the same time the pleasure she felt was so intense that it almost hurt. She gave a satisfied whimper, closing her eyes as she basked in the afterglow. She had never climaxed like that before.

  Takoda pulled his face back from between her thighs, his chin dripping with her juices. He wiped it away with the back of his hand and then moved upward so that he lay on top of her. His hair fell down around them, creating a curtain as he leaned in toward her lips.

  “You taste so good, baby.” His lips pressed against her mouth so they could share the taste of her excitement.

  “That was amazing. Damn you’re good,” she said in a breathy voice.

  Takoda laughed. “Yeah, well, the best is still yet to come.”

  “I’ll be the judge of that,” she replied teasingly.

  He placed his head in the crook of her neck to kiss her, following it up with a gentle nibble. As his lips reached her chest, they brushed against a slightly raised scar above her left breast. It was of a circular shape and smooth to the touch. As Takoda placed his finger upon it Lynn tensed visibly beneath his touch, watching as his finger outlined the shape of it.

  “How’d you get the scar?” Takoda asked in curiosity.

  Placing her hand over the dime-shaped scar, Lynn shielded it from his view. She knew there was nothing to hide because he’d already seen the imperfection, but she still felt nervous having his eyes linger upon it.

  “Just a birthmark,” she quickly responded.

  His eyebrows furrowed in reaction to her hurried reply and she noticed that eyes were peering deeply into her own, searching with a gaze which was nothing short of inquisitive.

  “Please don’t cover yourself from me, Lynn. You’re beautiful, don’t you know that?” His thumb slid along her cheek, gently stroking the softness of her skin.

  As his soulful eyes gazed into her own, Lynn began to relax, realizing there wasn’t any reason to hide herself from this man. None of her insecurities served any purpose here. He made her feel beautiful, just as she was. She felt his lips press along the underside of her chin and then his tongue slipped out, sliding along the length of her neck.

  Lynn felt Takoda’s palm press against her inner thigh and she eagerly parted her legs, releasing a breathless moan as he guided his penis inside of her. Tender and gentle, Lynn appreciated that Takoda took his time entering her. She could feel his eagerness and enjoyed the fact that he allowed her narrow walls time to adjust. It’d been some time since she’d last been physical with anyone, so she was tighter than usual. Lynn felt him slip his wet appendage between her lips so that he could kiss her, and as their tongues met they moved in a fevered dance. Their fingers were still entwined, and her breath quickened as he drew her into a passionate kiss.

  Pressing her fingers against her lover’s back, Lynn expelled a pleasured sigh as he began to slide deeper. Once he was halfway in, he rocked his hips forward, grunting with pleasure as buried himself in, balls-deep. She gasped, grabbing hold of his ass as he began to pump into her.

  “Oh, Takoda,” she moaned.

  The room was filled with the heavy sounds of their breathing, and as he began to pick up speed, there was the sound of his balls slapping against her clit. She loved that sound. It sent electric sparks through her. His cock pushed between her tight walls, sliding all the way in until it could go no further. Then he pulled his hips back, delivering a deliciously long, slow stroke. He repeated the same move, hips moving back as he nearly withdrew himself, and then embedded himself fully in. Each time he impaled her, his hips bucked a little harder, causing her tits to bounce. Although there was force behind his thrusts, he didn’t hurt her.

  All she could do was writhe beneath him, lips parting in a breathless little moan. She felt helpless, but in a good way. She was lost in a fog of dark, burning pleasure. Their bodies melded together, moving in perfect rhythm as their gazes locked in a heated stare. He knew what to do to get her off and was paying close attention to every reaction, every contortion of her lovely face. Then he began to move quicker, building up a steady rhythm as she dug her fingernails into the flesh of his hips. She met him thrust for thrust, clench
ing her tight walls around the thickness of his cock.

  “You feel so good, baby. So tight and wet.” Takoda’s voice spoke huskily into her ear, providing her with a delicious tickling sensation.

  Lynn’s back arched, breasts jutting outward as her nipples stood erect. Takoda caught one of them in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it and then pulling on it with his teeth.

  It hurt a little as he bit into her, but it still felt nice. The pleasure she felt far outweighed the pain.

  He worked the length of his cock inside of her, mixing up the pace. Sometimes he used long, slow, deep strokes, and then he would change to short, fast, urgent ones. She couldn’t decide which she liked better, deep and slow or quick and hard, but the way he mixed it up definitely added an extra thrill. His deep brown eyes seemed to penetrate her as he did it, heightening the intensity between them. She’d surrendered herself completely to him, losing all of her inhibitions. The passion she felt consumed her, making her feel more free than she’d felt in a long time.

  The tip of his penis was now hitting her sweet spot, and she knew another climax was on its way. Her whole body tightened with the need to come, and he sensed this, working his hips into a measured rhythm. His chest glistened with sweat, and a drop of it fell against her lips. Lynn’s tongue slid across them, tasting the salty tang of him. Her hips moved with him, his large hands grasping her waist as she rolled her hips into him. A series of pleasurable waves rolled through her, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she went under.

  He leaned into her ear to whisper, “That’s it, baby, come for me.”

  His voice sent shivers up her spine.

  Takoda grabbed hold of both of her legs, stretching them upward so that they rest against his shoulders. With her pelvis tilted upward, he was able to gain even deeper access. Her eyes widened, panting in pleasure as his thrusts grew deeper and harder. Then suddenly, she felt the tip of his penis press against that spot buried deep within her and she cried out in pleasure.

  Her loud moans filled the room as the head of his cock repeatedly pushed against her G-spot.

  Tightening her legs around his waist, Lynn pulled him in even closer, immersing herself in the blissfulness of the moment.

  “Your pussy feels so good baby, so tight and wet.” His breath ghosted against her body and he placed sweet, tender kisses all along her flesh.

  As her breathing grew erratic, her body began to tremble. Lynn’s body grew rigid with need and her walls tightened around his length, signaling her impending release.

  Takoda’s chest glistened with sweat, and the air was filled with the scent of their passionate lovemaking. Glancing up at his face, Lynn noted his intense expression. His eyebrows were knitted together and his breath came out in quick, short pants. His body was taut with desire, hips rocking back and forth as he lowered his head and moaned into her ear. Her fingernails trailed down his back, scraping lightly against the flesh as he tirelessly pumped into her.

  As his tongue pressed against the middle of her neck, it left a wet trail behind, snaking up and over her chin as it slid into her mouth. Their lips pressed fiercely against each other, their kiss deepening as his hips jerked quicker and quicker.

  “Oh, babe, I’m going to come.”

  Sinking her nails into the flesh of his ass, Lynn’s legs began to quiver as a wave of sheer pleasure consumed her. The contractions of her pussy were intense, bringing about his own release soon after. Takoda gave a carnal groan, jerking his hips forward to release his seed inside of her. His breath hitched as he ejaculated, sending spurt after spurt into her spasming vagina. This brought about a second mini orgasm for Lynn. Their bodies trembled, sharing a deep, tender kiss as he collapsed on top of her. Once their lips parted, he rolled off of her and onto the bed.

  Neither of them said a thing for a few moments. The only sound in the room was of their heavy breathing. Finally, Takoda rolled over onto his side, grabbing her around the waist to pull her in closer.

  “Mmmm.” Nuzzling her head against his chest, Lynn inhaled his manly scent.

  “Guess I didn’t really get much painting done, did I?” A wide grin spread across his face as he stroked her curly hair.

  “Well, you could always stay and put in overtime.” She said it in a teasing tone of voice, wanting to see how he’d respond.

  “Is that an invitation to stay?”

  “Depends on your schedule, I guess.” She was hoping he wouldn’t have to leave, at least not yet.

  “I really like spending time with you, Lynn.”

  “I like spending time with you too.” She tilted her head upward so she could look into his eyes.

  “Good, I’m glad you do.” A little smile crossed his lips as he said it, and he gave her a kiss on the top of the head.

  Reaching her hand up to touch his hair, she began twirling a finger around his locks, admiring the silky softness of it.

  As Lynn ran her fingers through his hair, she heard him give a moan of contentment. “I hope you don’t mind, but I just want to lay beside you for a bit. I’ll still get up and paint, though.” Takoda lifted her hand into his to give it a tender kiss.

  “It’s no problem, I know you’ll get it done.”

  “Actually I was hoping to spend the entire evening in bed with you. I’m only just getting started, you know.”

  As she glanced into his eyes she saw there was a feral look of lust in his eyes, and a rush of adrenaline swept through her.

  “Mmmm, is that a promise?” Wrapping a leg across his own, she softly stroked his arm, admiring the curve of his bicep.

  “Most definitely.” Wrapping his arm around her waist, he held her tightly against him, enjoying the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin.

  Comfortable silence fell between them as they blissfully enjoyed the moment. After a few minutes, she heard the sound of him snoring. She watched him for a few moments, studying his beautiful face. She couldn’t help but admire every inch of him. Her heart beat rapidly as she watched him, her mind dizzy with lust and excitement. Then after awhile her eyelids began to grow heavy, and she found herself succumbing to sleep.

  * * * *

  Lynn’s eyes opened to sunlight filtering in through her curtains. Expelling a yawn, she stretched her body beneath the covers, feeling sore but incredibly fulfilled. It reminded her of the amazing night they’d had. Stretching her arm out, she expected to feel him, but as she opened her eyes she realized that there was nothing but empty space beside her. With her cheek placed against the pillow, she inhaled, allowing the scent to invade her nostrils. His manly scent was embedded in her covers, but his body was no longer there. Her bed felt so cold and empty without him.

  Lynn rose up out of bed, kicking the covers back with her feet. He was gone, leaving her with nothing but despair and loneliness. Deep down in the pit of her stomach she could feel the pain. She instantly regretted having sex with him. It had all happened too soon. She’d gotten so carried away with his body and his presence that she just didn’t know how to resist him. So now here she was, all alone again, left with nothing but a memory. She wasn’t ever going to see him again, she was sure of it.

  She exhaled slowly, getting out of bed as she headed for the bathroom to empty her bladder. After she finished on the toilet she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Once she was back in the room, she sat down at her vanity table and stared at the face which was reflected back at her.

  Her locks were tousled and her face was glowing, reminding her of the passionate evening that she and Takoda had spent together. Her eyes, however, looked very sad. Picking a comb up off the dresser, Lynn ran it through her hair as she tried to neaten herself up. As she was untangling her hair she noticed something different about her shoulder. She put the comb down and leaned in closer to the mirror to inspect the skin there. It was small, but she could see that there was a definite mark there, and it was in the shape of a claw. It was more like a scratch mark, no larger than half an inch, red and a li
ttle bit itchy.

  Her eyebrows knitted together, both in alarm and wonder. Placing a fingertip against it, she gingerly rubbed at the strange spot. She was disturbed and completely puzzled as to how it had gotten there. She didn’t have a cat or any other type of pet. So just what was it that had done this to her?

  “What the hell?” she whispered.

  Lynn got up from the vanity table and began to look around the room, eyes peering into corners and around doors. A light gust of wind suddenly blew through the room, fluttering the filmy curtains around her French windows. Both sides were swung wide open, so whatever it was that scratched her had managed to get in this way. What she couldn’t understand was why had they been open all night? She didn’t remember doing it, so how had it happened? She pulled both sides of the windows closed, then pulled the curtains together. Suddenly she felt very exposed, as if someone were watching her from afar.

  She picked up a hand mirror from the vanity table, holding it up close to the mark on her skin. As disturbed as she was, she just couldn’t stop staring at it. The fact that it was there was just so, well, strange. Unable to resist, she placed her fingertip on it. It felt sore and hot to the touch.

  “Ow,” she cried out as her fingernail scraped against it.

  She put the mirror back down and then went into the bathroom. She turned the water on and then got into the shower, soaping up her body and hair. As hot water hit the mark on her shoulder, she gave a little hiss, biting her lip from the stinging sensation. She needed this, the feel of the hot water and soap upon her skin. What she was trying to do was wash away the disappointment and sadness, and even though she knew it wouldn’t happen, that didn’t stop her from trying. She couldn’t stop thinking about him and found herself wondering where he was and what he was doing. Why had he just left her in the middle of the night like that? He hadn’t even bothered to say good-bye, nor had the decency to leave her a note.