Free Sensual Spell by Rachel Carrington Page A

looked down into her earnest face and began to laugh, deep, hearty chuckles. He couldn't remember ever laughing so hard.
    This woman made him feel emotions that hadn't been a part of who he was in a long time, if ever. And damned if he wasn't starting to like it.
    His hand settled on her hip. “So what exactly is the whipped cream for?"
    Noelle's expressive eyes lit up. “I've always been a sucker ... for sweets."
    The pun sent a powerful surge straight through him, and in that instant he wanted her again. He stroked her creamy skin. “I want to make love to you again.” And he would ... given the proper amount of recovery time.
    Her eyes lit up. “I can't think of anything I'd rather do."
    His foot rubbed her shin. “So compliant.” He nipped her ear. “Unfortunately, I'm not a teenager anymore, so you'll have to be patient."
    "I could help."
    Jacob shook his head so suddenly, his chin bumped her forehead. “No. No way. No magic.” He wagged a finger for added emphasis. “I'm not that old."
    Noelle smiled and laid her head on his shoulder, but Jacob could tell by her constant movements that she was impatient. The knowledge made him smile. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
    How long had it been since he'd held a sexy woman in his arms ... at least one that he found himself wanting to spend the night with? He couldn't remember the last time. Perhaps that was because it had never happened before.
    Jacob had always been somewhat of a loner and preferred accompanying his ‘dates’ to their homes so he could leave immediately after sex. Maybe that made him a playboy, but it definitely kept him out of the same types of situations Uncle Ed had always found himself in.
    Minutes passed while Noelle lay beside him, nuzzling her lips against his chest, running her hands up and down his thighs as if to encourage him. He grinned against her hair and felt the heat beginning a slow burn in the centre of his stomach.
    "Do we have lift-off?” she purred, boldly curling her fingers around his rising cock.
    "Do you have to ask?"
    Her head bounced up. “Good. I have an idea."
    His heart began to pump rapidly, and suddenly, hearing her idea was more important than breathing.
    "Just lie back.” She pushed against his shoulders to help him follow orders.
    Jacob flopped back against the mattress, arms outstretched. A million possibilities ran through his mind, all wicked and wild. Perfect.
    Noelle snagged the can of whipped cream from the bedside table and held the tip close to the head of his cock. As Jacob's eyes widened, she depressed the lever and squirted liberally.
    The cool foam contrasted with the heat of his skin. Jacob moaned low in his throat, quickly changing to a growl when Noelle delicately licked him.
    She murmured her delight and began to slurp at his skin, edging closer to the tightness of his balls. “Noelle...” he whispered.
    Her mouth closed around his dick, as tight as a vice, and Jacob came up off the bed, reaching for her shoulders. “Dear God,” he muttered.
    She sucked enthusiastically, nails tickling his balls. His eyes crossed, and his hips began to pump. Noelle didn't complain. She took him deeper, almost to the back of her throat.
    The orgasm began slowly, building as a warm rush, constricting his muscles. Then it swept over him, squeezing him in a powerful eclipse of feeling.
    Jacob cried her name unintelligibly and jerked rhythmically while she swallowed his juices. Exhausted, content, he closed his eyes, his body relaxing into the mattress.
    Then his cell phone shrilled. Just like before. He had to remember to turn the fucking thing off.
    Regretfully, he opened his eyes. “Shit."
    Noelle climbed up to lie beside him, her hand settling on his stomach. “Just let it ring."
    He checked the caller ID. “I can't. It's my aunt.” He flipped open the phone in time to hear Aunt Mildred's dismayed shriek.
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    The second Jacob tossed the phone onto the antique table next to his side of the