Witches of Three_Philomena by Temple Hogan Read Free Book Online

bed.
    “I’m not done yet,” Beck muttered as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She might have believed him if his eyes weren’t already closing. They napped and woke and made love again.
    They went slowly this time. He explored her body with seemingly endless fascination then caressed her with his big warm hands until she hummed with anticipation. He kissed every inch of her, starting with her lips, throat, breasts, belly, blazing a trail until he reached her slit. His fingers were eager as they parted her, his mouth hot and hungry as his tongue raked across her clitoris again and again, while she alternated between moaning and crying out sharply with her satisfaction. He was tireless. Somehow her legs were looped over his shoulders and his head was buried in her crotch and she was too weak to do anything but croon with pleasure. When he plunged his tongue inside her, she cried out and arched her back, lifting herself to him. Clasping fists full of his hair, she held him close and thought she might be dying. When she screamed with ecstasy, he raised his head and kissed her hard, smothering her cries and giving her the taste of herself. She had never been this alive, nothing could top this, then he entered her, his long, hot cock slipping inside her, plunging against the sensitive, tight walls of her vagina. He withdrew and she couldn’t bear the exquisite sensation of the movement, then he pushed against her until she left the world she knew and entered one of supreme euphoria. She abandoned all thought she’d had before and reveled in the sheer exhilaration. She felt him reach his peak, felt his semen pumping into her and her muscles contracted, drawing him in deeper, harder, more completely than she’d ever done before.
    They lay with their bodies clenched, their muscles trembling. Her sensations maxed out in a flurry of culmination. She hit the peak, rang the bell, touched the clouds. She knew by his shouts that he was experiencing the same heights. Reluctantly, she began that slow descent that made her want to cry out in protest before she accepted the inevitable. She turned into him, her body like warm liquid molding to his harder form. She was encompassed by him, sheltered by him and felt herself sink into a deep restful sleep.
    She had no idea how long they napped, but she jerked awake when he moved and got out of bed.
    “Where are you going?” she protested sleepily.
    “I have a job to do,” he answered, pulling on his jeans.
    “Don’t go,” she wheedled, but he shook his head, smiling a little.
    “I have a boss who’s rumored to be a witch. I’d better not cross her.” He buttoned his shirt and glanced at her, his blue eyes speculating as he studied her.
    “If you don’t obey me and come back to bed, I’ll turn you into a frog,” she threatened.
    He threw his head back and laughed. She liked the sound.
    “Sorry, boss lady. I have things to do,” he said and gathered up his shoes and socks.
    Plopping on the edge of the bed, he began to draw them on. Without any regard to her nudity, Phil couldn’t resist moving closer to lean against him and nuzzle his ear.
    “What if I command you?” she asked teasingly.
    “No woman commands me,” he answered back and turned his head so their lips met.
    They exchanged short sweet kisses that threatened to escalate into something more, but he broke the embrace and concentrated on tying his shoe. Phil drew in a deep sigh and lay back on the bed with her legs spread.
    “Are you sure?” she asked, moving one cocked knee back and forth provocatively.
    “As sure as I’m standing here,” he said, though he was still seated on the edge of the bed. “Besides, you should have had enough.”
    “I’m insatiable,” she said. “And you’re my sex slave who must do my bidding.”
    He shook his head. “Your sex slave is turning back into a handyman who needs to get to the lumber company before it closes. You’ll have to conjure up another