My Heart's Passion by Elizabeth Lapthorne (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

the warmth of her skin, massaging her back, smelling the sweet scent of her hair.

“It’s only then that I realize my woman didn’t come. As I stroke her back and nuzzle her curls, I feel a much more lethargic sort of passion fill me. It’s that satisfied sort of passion. Not as urgent, not as primal. Now the most urgent part of my own lust has so kindly been taken care of, it’s only fair I return the favor to my magnificent fantasy woman.

“I flip her onto her back and spread her lusciously long legs wide, wide apart. I see that her light brown fur down there is trimmed, but not fully shaven. I love a woman who is trimmed. The delicate pink of her clit draws me to her. I bend down and start to lave and suck at her erect clit.”

Samuel, now onto the second part of his fantasy, wanted to see Chloe’s reaction. He had deliberately described himself coming first, even though he rarely let it happen in reality. He knew when it came to Chloe, she would hold out on the sexual side of their relationship as long as possible. So by the time they finally came around to fucking, more than likely he would be so desperate to come inside her, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

He was not a selfish man, almost always he was more concerned his partner find sexual satisfaction over his own. Yet with Chloe, he knew he would need to get some of his own pent-up lust sated, even in a fantasy, before he could try to seduce Chloe with a clear mind and willing body.

Looking over at the object of his fantasy, he smiled in masculine satisfaction to see her eyes were dilated and a delicate flush had crept up her face as she became more and more involved in his fantasy.

“I lick and suck her to my heart’s content, thrusting my fingers inside her. I have three, or maybe even four fingers curved and fluted inside her so they stretch her to capacity. I continue to tease her and pump her until she screams and begs and drags me so close to her core we smash together in that wet, sucking way only oral sex produces. With my face pressed against her clit and my fingers soaked, covered in her juices and the remnants of my own seed, I finally so-gently bite down on her clit. The pain mixed with the pleasure forces her over the brink of climax, and I return my thanks to her for the incredible joy she has given me.”

Samuel ran his eyes heatedly over her lithe figure. How he wished he could get up, pull her out of the chair and down onto the floor and plunge his aching self into her over and over until they both screamed with the satisfaction.

“With the Goddess’ help, my cock is again at full attention by now, and on the tide of her orgasm I can thrust myself so deeply inside her we both ache with the power. I would ride her hard and quickly, so she would have yet another climax directly on top of her oral one, and her sweet body contracting around my hard meat would send me over the edge as well.”

Trying to ignore the sweat trickling down the side of his face, and also ignore the fire in his groin, desperate to be put out with this sweet woman, Samuel grinned a large, hungry, purely wolfish grin.

“Then, Goddess willing, we would be able to catch our breaths and start all over again.”

Samuel laughed as Chloe’s eyes widened, either in disbelief or jealous lust. Or maybe both. Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, he placed his leg back onto the floor and bent forward resting his arms on his legs in what he hoped was a casual stance.

“So, darling,” he purred, “do share. I’ve done my part. Describe to me one of your favorite fantasies.”

Chapter Eight

Chloe tried to calm her hammering heart. Ignoring the sweat trickling down her back, she swallowed.

If exercise could be defined as one’s heart rate accelerating, then she had probably had her week’s worth right then. Either Samuel was the best spinner of tales, or he had purposefully done a magnificent job turning her on, simply by describing the hottest, most erotic fantasy she had ever heard.

And now he sat there, appearing totally calm, waiting for her to return the favor. The man obviously had no idea of how hot he made her. The thought rankled, yet conversely made her feel safe at the same time. Besides, she wasn’t perfectly sure she could return the favor of a similarly hot, sexy fantasy, surely not as well as he had just done for her.

She glanced at the clock, hoping she could put him off while she desperately sought to think of something even half as erotic as his little tale.

She heard him tut at her.

“Now, now. No escape for you, little girl. I upheld my end of the deal. I’m breathless with anticipation to hear one of your fantasies. Just sit back, relax, and tell it to me.”

Determined not to wimp out, Chloe moved her feet into a more comfortable position underneath her. She leaned back in the overstuffed chair, closed her eyes and let her mind wander at will.

A picture began to form in her head.

She seemed to be in the woods at night—just like the original night she had arrived here. The rich brown of the soil beneath her feet was soft and moist. The grass was a dark, beautifully rich green color. Large, towering trees rose up all around her. The night sky formed a midnight blue blanket around her. Chloe looked around her small fantasy world and realized a huge wolf was padding out of the trees, heading towards her. She recognized him as Samuel.

He halted a few feet from her, and began to shimmer, much as he had that first