“I used to think the same thing up until the foyer earlier. You, Mr. O’Brien, are enhanced all on your own.” I lean up and kiss his plump lips softly.
I can feel him smile beneath my lips. Knowing that it pleases him that I thought he was magnificent without the magic is enduring and sexy. If my legs didn’t feel like flan I would climb on top and ride him until the sun rises over the buildings. I lean into his chest and fall asleep. It is out of the ordinary for me to sleep with anyone and I mean actual sleep. I blame it on being tired from the long evening, but I know that it is the pull between us that’s drawing me in. I need to kick him out before I fall into a lovesick fool but I don't want too. I want to do this again tomorrow and try leaving the magic behind first and then enhancing it up a notch. What the hell am I thinking? He is a conquest, a one-night stand. There isn't a do over. Fuck it, if he is game then so am I.
After an extremely long night full of games and repeat pleasure, we both wake up around noon on Friday morning. Today is my day off at the restaurant so it worked out perfectly. Thayer doesn’t have to be at the bar until this evening so we could go another round or two if my body wasn’t exhausted from the night before. His muscular arm is wrapped diagonally over my naked breasts and his face is rammed into the back of my neck. I am so flabbergasted at how I continue to feel with him. You would have thought I knew him my whole life. I am a little saddened as I wait for him to wake up. I don’t want the night to be over. Why do I feel this way? If I didn’t know better, I would think he cast a spell on me and I am the puppet in his play. He loosens his grip and rolls over facing the other side. It is my chance to get up and stop the crazy emotion I am feeling. I slowly start to climb out of the bed when I feel something grab my wrist firmly. I glaze down to see that it is Thayer’s hand. “What are you doing?” I shout a little more loudly than I should have. His eyes pierce into mine. “Where do you think you are going? He demands not moving his hand from my wrist.
“I am going to the restroom, if you must know.” I blurt out the most believable lie I can muster up. He lets go of my arm and I stroll to the bathroom just outside the room. I brush my teeth and clean myself up. My brown hair looks like a rats nest in the scruffy bun I created during one of the many sexual encounters we had last night. I pull it out of the elastic band and brush out the knots before securing it back up in a tame bun. I pace back and forth in the bathroom unsure of what to do about the man in the room across the hall. I want to march in there and pull him into my lips and kiss him passionately but then I also want to throw him out and slam the door. I am having a complete bipolar moment and I need to get over my independent ways. He probably doesn’t even want to date anyway. A one-night stand is just that and we both knew it before we came here. Why am I trying to break the rules now?
I breath in a deep breath and walk back into the room and Thayer is laying on the bed stark naked. His firm, round ass is in plain sight and my bottom lip tingles a little when I see it. I could bite the shit out of it right now because it looks so damn good. That’s right; it looks good enough to eat. I will settle for touching though. I climb into the bed, grab his ass, and give it a tiny squeeze. “Yep, just as good as I remember.” I murmur.
Thayer reaches over, grabs one of my breasts, and mimics me. I am immediately turned on. Damn him for having this effect on me. I am wet and my insides are pulsating as he rubs his palm lightly over my nipple. I arch my back just enough that he knows I am wanting more. He slides up on the bed and sits facing toward me. “After last night I thought you had enough. I'm glad to see I still turn you on.”
I gaze down at his erection and smile. “Ditto.”
I lick my lips and pull my top in a smudge with my teeth. “What do you think we should do about that?”
His body collapses on top of mine, pushing me to lay flat on the bed. I draw my legs up and press them on either side of his hips. It doesn't take long before his cock is inside me, sliding in and out quick and rigorously . We both moan loudly with every stroke. His moans growl from deep within his throat. I am completely breathless as I reach high orgasmic levels. I don't hold it in this time but instead I come as he continues to get deeper inside me. The pleasure is so intense that I can feel myself climaxing again. I haven't cast a spell and I’m still losing myself over every stroke. When he finally releases he lays beside me face first into the sheets. His shoulders move hastily as he tries to catch his breath. I am at a loss for words but my mind is running a marathon. How could it be this good without magic? I have never experienced this before with any man. That's why I decided to start enhancing my pleasure with the spell. If this keeps up between us, I might never use magic again.
“Are you a witch?” I gaze over at him and blurt out.