Must Be Magic (6 page)

She put one hand into the water
to re-lubricate. She entwined her fingers and folded her hands over his cock,
placing her thumbs on top. He thrust into her makeshift channel, and she moved
closer until the tip bumped into her belly.

While
he pumped into her hands, Kerry’s hips matched his rhythm and her clit burned
for attention. Later, she told herself. This was just the beginning of a long,
passionate night ahead of them.

His
hands slid off her shoulders, tugged the T-shirt up until her bra was exposed.
He dipped his fingers into the cups and scooped her breasts free. The touch of
his warm flesh on her nipples sent currents of electricity shooting through her
body. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations his touch intensified.

Kerry wanted more, so much more.
She wanted to drop all their clothing, roll naked across her bed, entwining
their limbs until it would be difficult for anyone to tell where one left off
and the other began. She wanted him between her legs, deeply inside her, first
increasing the pleasurable ache that ravaged her, then relieving it in a burst
of heat that would spread from her center to her extremities.

Myghal’s thumbs caressed her
nipples, and he bent his head to suckle one, tonguing it until the peak was
stiff and sensitized. His thumb took over, swirling in the wetness he’d left
behind, as he placed his lips around the other, his tongue flicking and
teasing.

Kerry tossed back her head and
moaned. At the sound of her throaty expression of pleasure, Myghal’s hip
movements quickened into her hands. The soapy water had evaporated, but he
provided enough natural lubrication for his cock to easily glide in and out of
her hands.

Kerry knew when he neared
release. His cock reached a higher degree of rigidity, and his thrusts were
frenzied and deep, as if he could reach her sex from this awkward angle and
through her layers of clothing. When he shuddered and his lips clamped tightly
around her nipple, Kerry felt the orgasm ripple through his body and an echoing
wave shuttled through her, too.

Gasping,
Kerry put her arms around him, her hands slick with his semen, and held him
close. She’d never had anything like that happen to her before. It hadn’t been
a true orgasm because her clit still ached, but it had been a release of some
kind for her. A sympathy orgasm? She didn’t know what else to call it,
comparing it to the sympathy pains some men felt when their wives went into
labor.

Their
bodies were so in tune with one another, she’d literally experienced his
pleasure. She couldn’t imagine what would happen once they actually joined
their bodies. They might explode. Or implode and take the universe with them,
sucking creation into the black hole they’d left behind. She hoped not. She had
a feeling she would want to fuck Myghal more than once.

Myghal
released her nipple with a soft
plop
and straightened up. Neither of
them was steady on their feet. Kerry reached over to grab the edge of the
counter. She looked into his gold-flecked eyes and felt like she was looking
into the mirror of her soul. Myghal smiled and swept a hand across her neck and
into her hair, his thumb resting on her cheek and rubbing lightly.

She
smiled back at him, unable to contain the sheer joy that bubbled up within her.
“I hope that made you feel as good as you made me feel today at the nursery.”

He
nodded, as if he hadn’t yet regained control of his voice.

“I
don’t understand what this incredible connection is that we have. I just know
that everything feels so right.”

He nodded again. “I’m glad you
feel it, too.”

She breathed. It wasn’t her
imagination. He felt the same force that drew them together like iron to a
magnet. Physical lust didn’t begin to encompass it all. She’d been physically
attracted to other men, but had never felt compelled to act on it within hours
of their meeting.

And none of the men she’d had in
her life had ever admitted feeling anything like what was happening between her
and Myghal. They had come into the relationship with the expectation that it
would be temporary, drifting away after the newness wore off. She had, too,
until now. This was different. This was more than a temporary fling with a
stranger to keep the loneliness at bay.

She felt all this and they had
yet to properly have sex.

Sex
sounded like a good idea right then.

“The
kitchen can wait,” she murmured. “But the bedroom can’t.”

“Neither can I.” He kissed her, a
short kiss but as full of promise as a longer, deeper one. “Where is your bed
chamber, Kerry O’Neill?”

“Down the hall, second door to
the right.”

She laughed as he picked her up
and cradled her against him. She pressed her lips to his, working her mouth
against his. This wasn’t a quick kiss, but a lingering one that stirred a fire
in their blood.

He laid
her down in the center of her bed, kneeling beside her. She looked up at him,
wishing she knew everything there was to know about him. It would be fun to
discover all the little things as well as the big things about him, but she
couldn’t help wondering what it would have been like if they’d grown up
together and been friends for years instead of only knowing each other for mere
hours.

Myghal
was a stranger. She couldn’t lose sight of that fact, no matter how drawn to
him she was.

Kerry
sat up straight. “Are you clean?”

He
frowned in puzzlement then looked down at himself. “You cleansed one part of me
well, but I could use a bath.”

She
giggled. “No, I mean clean as in free of sexual diseases. As much as I want you
and as close as I feel to you, we’ve only known each other today.”

“Oh, I
see. No, I have no diseases.”

“Neither
do I. And I’m on birth control, so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy.”

“That’s
good.” But his response didn’t sound relieved as most men’s did. The crease
deepened across his forehead. “You do want children, don’t you, Kerry?”

It was
an odd question coming from a man she’d known less than a day. She couldn’t
remember any of the men she’d seriously dated ever asking that question.

“Sure,
when the time is right and the man and I agree it’s what we want. What about
you?”

“Aye, I
want enough children to fill a pala—a home.”

He’d
stumbled over a word. Had he been about to say palace? What an eccentric man
Myghal was.

“Now,
I’d like to take a bath.”

She
sighed. “Probably a good idea. We both worked up a sweat this afternoon at the
nursery. But a shower would be quicker.”

“A shower?” His eyes narrowed in
concentration. “Oh, like a waterfall.”

“Something
like that. I’ll throw your clothes in the washer, too.” She scooted off the
bed. Reluctantly. As much as she wanted him right that second, he needed a
little time to recover from the hand-job in the kitchen. And after grubbing
around in potting soil and fertilizer all day, a shower sounded like a great
idea.

Chapter Nine

After showers and washing and
drying Myghal’s clothing, Kerry and Myghal returned to the bed. To Kerry, this
was the culmination of all they’d been through together that day. They had
satisfied each other’s physical needs, but now was the time to fulfill her
longing to be in his arms, to be one with him.

Kerry wished she understood where
this driving passion came from because she’d never felt it with any other man.
There had been men in her life that she’d merely wanted physically, some she’d
felt close to, and a few she’d even thought she loved. Myghal had become an
obsession, both physically and emotionally, and in less than twenty-four hours.

She was beginning to wonder if
her feelings were healthy when Myghal ran a hand over her slowly, from breast
to mound, and kissed the center of her belly, near her navel. She knew then she
didn’t care. Perhaps this one night and a hard, sweaty fuck would purge her of
these unrealistic romantic notions.

“Myghal.”
She breathed his name as if it were her last.

He slid
over her leg, bending it to make room for him. “Yes, Kerry?”

“I
don’t know. I feel so many things for you. I’m feeling too much and it doesn’t
make sense.”

Myghal
smiled and dipped below her line of vision. Kerry raised her head and watched
him trail kisses from her belly button, across the slight round of her abdomen,
to the dark red-gold patch. She squirmed in anticipation, waiting for the
moment his tongue delved into the curls, and spread her legs.

Myghal
placed his arms beneath her thighs, his hands on her hips, and settled down. He
licked the curls first, teasing her, the tip of his tongue barely touching her
clit. But each tender flick sent waves of pure pleasure through her. She
wiggled and pushed forward, trying to catch his tongue, but he darted and
dodged. He went farther down, caressing each soft fold in turn.

“Please, Myghal,” she begged,
trying to push her pussy into his face.

Myghal’s grip tightened on her
hipbones, and he thrust his tongue deeply into her channel, stroking up until
his lips surrounded her clit. Her pelvis undulated against his mouth and her
hips rose higher. When the moment came, it caught her off guard, vibrating through
her like the deep pounding of a bass drum.

When
the beats grew farther and farther apart, Kerry’s back relaxed against the
mattress. Myghal still nibbled at her pussy, helping to bring her down easy. A
soft sigh left her lips. Her body surprised her. Myghal’s continued caresses
built up the thrumming tension again. She still wanted Myghal, wanted his cock
inside of her, wanted to be even closer to him. Didn’t want to ever let him go.

She
writhed against him and he looked up at her. His hands slid around her as he
gave her one last lick and moved up over her.

“Your
nectar tastes like the honey made from the sweetest flowers.”

His
words made her toes curl. She’d never heard such poetry from a man, especially
a man in her bed.

His chest glided across her stomach,
but he stopped long enough to suckle one breast and then the other. She rubbed
her pussy against him, not even sure which part of his body she touched. It
didn’t matter. She was connecting with Myghal and that was what drove her.

She ran
her fingers through his long hair, drawing him up to her. He settled between
her thighs, his hot cock cradled against her curls as she bent her legs and
hugged his waist.

“We’ve
waited long enough.” She whispered the words between gasps for air. “I want you
inside of me now, Myghal. Now.”

“With
the greatest of pleasure, Kerry O’Neill.”

He
gathered her to him, and the tip of his cock nudged her first. She quivered in
anticipation and need when he pulled back. Then he thrust forward, hard, his
cock sinking completely into her molten depths. She cried out and held him fast
with her arms and legs, levering her hips side to side as if to seal him in,
until they were fused together and could never be separated.

Tears filled her eyes and spilled
from beneath her closed lids. How could she feel this oneness with him? She
barely knew him, but they fit together like the two pieces that made the whole
of a puzzle.

She hadn’t locked him in, of
course. He held onto her firmly and withdrew. She mimicked his movement, the
friction of his rigid cock against her velvet walls creating a heat that
infused her. Each thrust sent a wave that raged out of control and seared every
nerve ending.

When the burst of pleasure was
near, their movements grew frenzied, and Kerry felt a surge of energy surround
them. It was almost as if she were feather-light and floating, as if her body
touching Myghal’s was the only contact she had with anything solid. Their
lovemaking must have made her delusional because she even had the sensation of
cooler air passing across her back, as if the mattress had disappeared or she’d
left the warm surface behind.

Then she shattered into a million
white-hot fragments, her spine bowing with the intensity. She lost sense of
time and place and everything except Myghal’s cock riding her fast into
oblivion. Then his grip tightened on her, his back arched, and for a moment his
body became as stiff as his cock had been. She felt his hot seed pump into her
and bathe her channel, strengthening their unity. She had a part of Myghal within
her. His semen would soak into her flesh, and he would truly become one with
her. Their mystical connection was heightened by their physical union.

Kerry
held him tightly. At the same time that Myghal’s body went limp around her, she
felt a little jolt as if something had bumped up against them. Her eyes flew
open, but nothing seemed out of place. She flexed her shoulders and found the
mattress solid beneath her again. She attributed it to the mystery of their
bond.

Myghal rolled to his side,
wrapping her in his arms, and Kerry snuggled against him.

*
* * * *

“Oh, my,” Gomit whispered faintly
and turned away from the window. Gomit had been standing watch around the
corner of the human woman’s dwelling, but had joined Tredje to report he’d seen
nothing amiss. When he’d glanced through the glass, he lost his color and
looked like he might faint. Tredje had never known Gnomes to be prudes, but
Gomit was a weakling in many areas.