Chapter Seven

After breakfast, we stopped at a 7-11 to get condoms and snacks—including slurpees, then hurried back to my house. The ward shimmered as we passed through, and Dominic winked at me.

“I've never had someone look after me before,” he said as I parked in front of the house.

“Maybe we can look after each other,” I offered.

“I didn't think a strong witch like you would appreciate anyone assuming that they could look after you.”

“It's different when it's my boyfriend. Then it's more like a partnership.”

“Boyfriend, eh?” Dom drew back. “Now, look who's rushing things.”

“Oh. I, uh, sorry. I didn't—”

“I'm teasing you, angel,” he cut me off, then leaned in to kiss me. As he pulled away, he said, “Call me whatever you want as long as I'm yours.” He grabbed the bags out of the back and headed to the house.

I gaped after him, then hurried after him. I slipped ahead and unlocked the front door. “Binx!” I called as I went in. “We're back.”

Binx came down the stairs to greet us and see what we'd brought him. I hadn't got him anything, so I gave him some of his treats out of the container in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Dominic put our leftovers away and emptied the bags from the convenience store.

He held up the condoms. “No time for potions, angel. I've been waiting all morning.”

I pulled the comb out of my hair and tossed it on the table as I sauntered over to him. “Is that right?”

“It is.” He grabbed my hips, still holding the box in one hand.

“Do you remember calling me Gandalf?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I do. Cause of what you said.”

“The incantation.” I nodded and undid my outer blouse. It fell to the floor.

“Would you rather I call you Gandalf?”

I snorted. “Hell, no.”

“Good. Because I think that might have an adverse effect this.” He grabbed my hand and put it on his bulging crotch.

I slid my hand upward and popped the button on his jeans.

“Oh, now, you're gonna get it,” Dominic growled and scooped me up.

“Where are you going?” I asked when he carried me into the living room.

“You'll see. I set something up this morning while you were getting dressed.”

“You set something up? What does that mean?”

“Be patient, angel. You'll see.”

Dominic took me through the living room and out to my favorite room in the house. I had spent a lot of money building this add-on. It was a sunroom, or a conservatory if you wanted to go with the Victorian theme. Its roof and walls were made of glass panels held in iron frames. The living room opened onto it, with a pair of French doors separating the spaces. Even the floor was special, covered in salvaged antique tiles, and plants of all sizes filled the space, many of them set on wooden platforms. A worktable stood before one of the tiered platforms, with gloves, tools, and assorted equipment strewn across it. I grew a lot of the herbs I needed for my potions there, but most of the plants were simply for enjoyment, chosen for their beauty. I loved to relax in the room, so there were a few antique chairs strewn about, including a chaise lounge. Sprawling across its velvet expanse amid all those plants in the middle of winter with sunshine coming through the ceiling was the height of hedonism for me.

Dominic had done a little rearranging.

There was a full-length mirror set before the largest of the chairs—a heavy, wooden thing carved with dragon heads. I rarely sat in it. Without a cushion, it was uncomfortable, but it was so beautiful, I kept it. He set me down before the chair and undressed me. Slowly. Taking his time to appreciate every inch revealed.

I glanced at the mirror as he crouched to remove my skirt. “You brought this in from the living room.”

“That's right.” He stared up at me reverently as he slid my panties down.

I yanked off my tank top, unwilling to wait for him. It felt natural to be naked there, among the plants. With him. Dominic stood up and shucked off his shirt. Then his pants were gone, all in less than a minute. His cock was still bobbing from its rapid jeans exodus when he sat down on the wooden chair.

“Come here, angel. Straddle my lap and face the mirror.”

“Oh, we're getting kinky now?” I asked.

“You think this is kinky?” Dominic grinned. “Oh, you really are an angel.”

“Shut up,” I said affectionately as I straddled his thighs. “Now, I know why you chose this chair.”

“It's big and sturdy enough to deal with what we're going to do on it. And it's hella cool. I dig the dragons.” He lifted a condom packet and opened it with his teeth.

I glanced back to watch him roll the condom down his shaft. How Dom made it sexy, I don't know, but he did. I was wet by the time he was covered.

“Oh, you fucking gorgeous, glorious woman,” he growled and pulled me back to lie across his chest. “Let me just worship you awhile.”

“Worship away.” I relaxed back and waited to see what he'd do next.

Stroking me from chin to core, using light, then hard motions, Dominic sighed. I shivered. Our stares met in the mirror, his eyes burning. Turning into molten metal. Gold and silver. I rolled my head to kiss him, and we groaned together as his hands claimed my breasts, massaging them before plucking at my nipples. I reached back to grip the back of his head as we kissed, and Dom slid one hand down my belly to delve into my sex.

“Fuck!” I moaned, jerking away from his mouth.

“Gods, you're wet,” he murmured. “I need to get inside you. Will you think less of me if I cut the foreplay short?”

“I demand it.”

“Thank Hades.”

Dominic eased me forward, and I rose up, off his lap, hands on the heavy armrests to brace myself. He held himself straight, and I slid over him, working him into me until he was in position. Once perfectly placed, I lowered onto that thick shaft. He was right; I was wet. And that meant he slid into me like a hot knife through soft butter.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “Oh, fuck. Look at you. Look at me sliding into you. Lean back, angel. I want to see everything.”

He eased me back onto his chest and slid forward a little. It put us on full display. Like our own porno, we were framed in gold, his sex pumping up into mine and then emerging, coated in latex and my desire. I wanted to feel his flesh again, but it was better to be careful. Next time, I'd have the potion made and then we wouldn't have to worry about pregnancy.

“So beautiful,” Dom panted. “Oh, yeah. Writhe for me, angel. Move that body. Take me into you. Grind that thick ass on me.”

I did just that, undulating over him. The sight of my naked body rolling atop his while we angled ourselves together, his cock going deep into me, made me feel bolder. Sexier. Dom knew just where to rub me, his middle finger circling my clit to send searing ecstasy shooting through my sex and up my belly to meet the more tender pleasure radiating from where he kissed and nibbled on my neck. Moaning through the magic of our merging bodies, I massaged my breasts. Then I lifted one breast and sucked my nipple into my mouth.

“Fuck!” Dominic roared and slammed up into me. “Oh, fuck, angel!” He grabbed my hips and kept thrusting, harder and harder. “Suck the other one for me. Oh, Gods, that's the sexiest shit I've ever seen!”

I took my other breast and did the same maneuver.

Dominic came off the chair, his arms under my thighs to hold me aloft as he pumped primally into me. I reached my free hand back to grab his neck. His muscles were tight, creating a column like steel. Our stares met in the mirror—his hotter than Hades. Then I deliberately looked down.

I stared at Dom's cock slamming up into me, my body pulling at it with every exit as if begging it to stay. My thighs were spread wide, and my sex was bright pink and plump, dripping over his. I released my breast and slid a finger over my clit, circling it. The swollen bud was near to bursting already. One touch, and I fell into a sexual oblivion.

“Dominic!” I screamed as I plummeted.

“Angel!” Dominic latched onto my neck, then locked up, his last thrust so deep and hard that I was flattened against him.

The feel of his teeth in my neck magnified my orgasm, and I shuddered through pleasure so vast, I couldn't form thoughts. The magnificence of it just kept rolling upward until I crashed over a second apex and came down in a rain of stars.

Panting, Dominic fell onto the chair and cradled me in an adoring embrace. I sighed as he reached between us to grab the base of the condom before he eased out. Then he shifted me so that I lay across his lap and nestled me into his arms.

Dominic laid his forehead against mine and whispered, “Let's do that again. Just give me two minutes.”

I burst out laughing.