Thursday, October 26, 2006

Witch’s Curse By Myla Jackson

Witch’s Curse

By Myla Jackson

Coming soon to: http://www.ellorascave.com/AuthorsBooks.asp?AuthorCode=MJ

Once the elevator doors closed, Sam punched the button for his floor.

When Kindra didn’t reach for her own floor, Sam almost whooped aloud. He assumed she was going to come with him to his place where they could finish what they’d started.

When he tried to slip into the shirt he held, a slim white hand yanked it from his fingers and tossed it in the corner.

“Uh-uh.” She shook her head and ran her fingers over his chest and downward. When she got to his pants, she made quick work of unzipping his fly and letting his cock spring free.

She stepped away from him, gathered the hem of her dress and lifted it above her waist. “I’ve always wanted to do it in an elevator.” Then she propped one high-heeled shoe on the railing, exposing her glistening pussy to him.

Sam’s mouth watered. “Aren’t you afraid the doors will open?”

“That’s the fun of it. The danger, the uncertainty. Isn’t that what life is all about? Living each moment, in the moment?” She ran her hand over her soft, blonde curls and dipped a finger into her pussy. “Hurry, before we get to your floor.”

Sam didn’t need any more of an invitation. He wrapped her legs around him and slid deep inside her warm, wet cunt, his cock filling and swelling the deeper he went.

She braced her palms on his face and made him look her in the eye. “I want you to know, I don’t do this with perfect strangers. It’s just tonight being New Year’s Eve and well...you. You’re just what this body needs.” Then she pressed her lips to his, her tongue sweeping along the seam until he opened his mouth enough to let her inside.

What did she mean by just what this body needs? Though the thought puzzled him, it didn’t worry him as much as the elevator opening and revealing them to the public. How would that look if the cop got arrested for indecent exposure?

The fear of getting caught spiked his adrenaline and he pumped all the faster. When the elevator bell dinged he jumped.

Kindra laughed out loud, a breathless sound, her eyes alight with mischief. “You should see your face.

The door slid open and he glanced over his shoulder fully expecting to see Old Lady Benton with her little white Malti-poo mutt on a leash to go outside. Anticipating her outraged expression, Sam released the breath he’d held. The hallway was blessedly empty.

Grabbing her beneath the legs, without breaking their intimate connection, he half-ran, half limped down the hallway to his apartment. There he fumbled in his pants pocket for the key.

“Damn!” If he could only get inside before someone saw them so that he could finish what they’d started in the elevator.

Kindra’s laughter filled the hallway, the sound contagious.

By the time he unlocked his door and fell inside, he was laughing right along with her and almost dropped her on the hardwood floor.

By the time they made it to the bedroom, his cock had slipped from inside her and gone soft. He set her on her feet and cupped her face in his hands. “I love your laughter and your smile.”

The sad look returned, darkening Kindra’s pale blue eyes to a rain-cloud gray. She tossed his shirt across a chair, her hands burning a path from his shoulders, down his arms and to his hips. “I’ve never had as much fun making love and probably never will again.”

“Never say never.” He wanted to make her laugh again, to bring out the smile he was quickly learning to love. “We always have tomorrow.”

Her forehead wrinkled into a frown and she stared up into his eyes. “Sam, promise me something?”

“Anything.” He slid the straps of her gown from her shoulders, following their descent with his lips. A kiss across her collarbone, one on the tip of her shoulder, another in the crook of her elbow. Her gown slipped down to her hips.

“If I’m not the same tomorrow, be gentle. Be patient.”

He looked up, confused by her statement. “Are you telling me you had too much to drink, tonight?”

She shrugged, the act making the gown slither to the floor. Naked except for her high heels, she was glorious. “Something like that.”

“I promise I’ll be patient.” He pulled her against him, his cock swelling and nudging against her belly. “But for now, I’m anything but patient. I want to be inside you, filling you, fucking you.” Then he kissed her, his hands sliding over her ass, his knees nudging her legs apart. If he didn’t take her in the next few minutes, he’d explode. Then when he was a little more in control, he’d ask her what the hell she meant by not being the same tomorrow.

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