Bespelled

Chapter 7

Peering intently down into her delicious cyan gaze I found myself holding my breath at the instant fire lust for me that I read in her thoughts.

She blinked knowing that I knew what had crossed her mind. A wet dream she had of me only the night before.  Usually I would tease her about it. Make some sort of jovial remark that would trigger laughter instead of embarrassment. But I felt strangely reluctant to do that now. Still I leaned closer and turned my voice husky.

"All of me for all of you. Its a fair exchange, " I said smirking evilly down at her. I watched her eyes dilate taking in my meaning and felt the sharp excitement rustle through her thoughts... and oddly enough reflected in mine.

Teasing her always excited me but this time the excitement was a little more than I bargained for.  I realised I really did want all of her. And if the stiffening in my pants were any indication,  I wanted all of her as soon as yesterday.

Trying not to wince and shift uncomfortably from the inflamed cock aching in my pants, I forced a false grin onto my face hoping that she saw it for anything other than what it actually was. My undeniable lust for her.

This was not the first time I had lusted after Ebony.  Indeed I had my first wet tshirt dreams of her when she first sprouted breasts.  My rowdy teenage fantasies had often enough starred Ebony in the lead role but I never acted on it. All these years of knowing her, of on and off physically desiring her, I never took advantage. 

Despite knowing how she felt about me.

But I wanted to now.

My eyes drooped to focus of her trembling lips and I saw in her minds eye that hers was trained on mine too. I watched her flick out a moist tongue to swipe across her plump lips and almost groaned in return.

Unknowingly I had been inching forward closing the distance between us so that when she spoke her hot breath washed over my face.

"Jarrod," she breathed my name out shakily. I found myself trembling in my restraint.  My arms couldn't hold me back off her any longer.  Weakness had invaded my limbs unable to stand it any longer I allowed my arms to bend dropping my weight to be cushioned by her plump frame.

My lips were on hers before I even realised what I was doing and by then it was already too late. It was inevitable that I one day tasted Ebony Blackthorn.  That the tasting should be today was while shocking not entirely unexpected.

I felt the thrill of our contact ripple down my spine tightening the muscles down my back in excitement.  Her gasp was hot on my lips and awarded me undeniable access to the deep recesses of her mouth.  I delved in. Tongues brushing and then tangling. 

My hands reached into her hair to hold on to her scalp and angle her head to better receive me.

The sudden burst of laughter that jeered across the planes surprised us out of our little world of momentary lust and returned sanity back to us.

Our lips tore apart only to pant down hotly at each other.

Staring into her confused cyan eyes I couldn't help the wide grin that split my face.

Our first kiss. Ebony and Jarrods first kiss.