tremble. His hand took a drunkard's walk across her skin,
searing her as it grazed.
Something needs to be let out of the box. Rebecca
reached into his pants to find his magic wand. It was easy to
spot, poking through the tight pants. But before she could
get her hands on it, he slithered down her body, away from
her reach.
O.E. faced her bunched-up miniskirt and carefully
unzipped it. He pulled it away from her, while nuzzling into
her belly and thighs. She spread her legs and begged for
him to bewitch her.
Down to panties, Rebecca bathed in his huge wolf eyes,
consuming her from above. One finger traveled the edge of
her panties, following its contour. He expertly touched her
through the flimsy material, tickling and teasing. Then,
back at her hip, his finger curled inside of the panties and
ran down to the point between her legs. When he reached
the bottom, he pulled the panties away from her, shifting
them to the side. His wolf eyes grew even wider as he took
in her naked body, and he gave a loud whoop.
Rebecca looked at him, one eyebrow raised. What was
going on? Why had he stopped, frozen, staring? His face
was lit up with pure joy, as if he'd never seen a naked
woman before. "What is it?"
He spoke as if he had just achieved nirvana. "You really
are a natural redhead."
Rebecca threw her head back on the sofa and laughed.
The laughter released some sexual tension, while it pumped
up her desire. She wanted him so much, she could hardly
breathe. And he really lusted for her red hair, wherever it
appeared. If he was a magician, then she was his beautiful
assistant, helping him with his most popular tricks, both on
stage and off.
"So? What are you going to do about it?"
He pulled her panties off and brought his head down,
close to her. Gently pushing her legs apart, he caressed her
inner thighs and belly, dipping his nose and inhaling
deeply. "Mmm. You're wet."
Clean up on aisle one. Rebecca laid back on the sofa,
panting, delirious from his touch.
O.E. dropped onto her with his mouth and kissed her
lower lips. She slammed her head back and cried out,
fingers dug into his long silky hair. His tongue took a lazy
tour of the area, down, around, and back up, finding all the
perfect places that made her quiver.
Rebecca's head swirled. She was high on his lust, high
on his extraordinary body, high on the things his mouth
could do. She moaned and floated in the air, supported only