button to look up at him. "It makes the woman horny and likely to have a mind-blowing orgasm while fucking? Morelia is an excellent drink. Is there more?"
I looked around as if expecting something to materialize suddenly on the table.
"What's so amazing about it?" he wondered, staring at me like he wanted to know how my crazy mind worked.
"Do you know how many women on Earth want something that could make them more interested in sex and guaranteed an orgasm? It solves all the female sex problems."
"I didn't know women had any problems," Jesse said off-handedly.
"You poor, innocent man," I said, putting my hand on his cheek. "Have you only had women who were on morelia? Orgasm isn't a sure thing for a woman, especially if it's supposed to happen through a few seconds of thrusting, which, in fact, can make us uninterested in sex."
"A few seconds of thrusting?" He looked insulted.
"Okay, okay. A few minutes. Although two is generous for some guys."
He pulled me in and kissed me intensely, then drew back and bit his lip. "I'm not sure we should do this. Do I have your consent if you're on morelia?"
I tilted my head back to look at the ceiling. "I thought we had to consummate this thing no matter what," I said. "We want no doubt that the marriage was binding." I paused. "I have a confession to make. If it makes you feel better, I've been fantasizing about you all night. I would have slept with you even if I hadn't drunk a magic potion."
He looked at me intently. "Really?"
"Really. I also thought we wanted the guy outside to hear moans of bliss," I said, waggling my eyebrows at him.
If we didn't stop talking and start having sex, I was going to explode from desire.
"It should be screams of bliss," he muttered, undoing the fourth button and taking off his shirt.
"Let's do it," I said, my lips curving into a smile as I let my hands move over the muscles of his perfect chest.
He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.
Chapter 8
JESSE
I couldn't keep my hands off the sexy little wench any longer. Something was turning me on. I didn't know if it was the ale, her smart mouth, or her fearlessness.
Her big juicy breasts that I could barely see through the thin material of her shift were driving me wild. I needed to touch them and taste them. I wanted to do everything to this woman. The morelia she had consumed should last until midnight, giving me plenty of time to do it all.
Right now, I could see she was reaching the point where her unsatisfied desire would begin making her uncomfortable to the point of pain. I didn't want that. It would be better to satisfy her right away.
I laid her down on the bed and covered her with my body, kissing her sweet lips and twining my tongue with hers. I wanted to possess her. She would know she was mine. Her body was mine. Her pleasure was mine and would come from me. Every bit of her was mine.
Even if it wasn't true, I wanted it to be, even if it was only for tonight.
She broke our kiss to beg.
"Please Jesse," she said, squirming and writhing beneath me. She needed me to touch her. It was time. I stripped the rest of our clothes off, and we lay naked on the covers of the bed during the hot summer evening. A sultry breeze blew through the open window, making the curtains billow.
I took one of her large breasts into my hand. "Oh yes," she gasped.
Then I had them both, and I was massaging and tweaking the nipples, making her squeal. She had her legs wrapped around mine. I could feel she was already extremely wet. I couldn't wait to sink into her hot, warm body.
But not yet. I bent my head and kissed around one nipple. She shivered and her breath was ragged. Then I licked it and blew. She sucked in air through her teeth. Finally, I gave her what I knew she needed.
My mouth closed over the hard bud, and she moaned. If I had known she was like this in bed, I wouldn't have been cold to her all day. I sucked, then kissed my way over to the other one, flicking it with my tongue
I looked around as if expecting something to materialize suddenly on the table.
"What's so amazing about it?" he wondered, staring at me like he wanted to know how my crazy mind worked.
"Do you know how many women on Earth want something that could make them more interested in sex and guaranteed an orgasm? It solves all the female sex problems."
"I didn't know women had any problems," Jesse said off-handedly.
"You poor, innocent man," I said, putting my hand on his cheek. "Have you only had women who were on morelia? Orgasm isn't a sure thing for a woman, especially if it's supposed to happen through a few seconds of thrusting, which, in fact, can make us uninterested in sex."
"A few seconds of thrusting?" He looked insulted.
"Okay, okay. A few minutes. Although two is generous for some guys."
He pulled me in and kissed me intensely, then drew back and bit his lip. "I'm not sure we should do this. Do I have your consent if you're on morelia?"
I tilted my head back to look at the ceiling. "I thought we had to consummate this thing no matter what," I said. "We want no doubt that the marriage was binding." I paused. "I have a confession to make. If it makes you feel better, I've been fantasizing about you all night. I would have slept with you even if I hadn't drunk a magic potion."
He looked at me intently. "Really?"
"Really. I also thought we wanted the guy outside to hear moans of bliss," I said, waggling my eyebrows at him.
If we didn't stop talking and start having sex, I was going to explode from desire.
"It should be screams of bliss," he muttered, undoing the fourth button and taking off his shirt.
"Let's do it," I said, my lips curving into a smile as I let my hands move over the muscles of his perfect chest.
He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.
Chapter 8
JESSE
I couldn't keep my hands off the sexy little wench any longer. Something was turning me on. I didn't know if it was the ale, her smart mouth, or her fearlessness.
Her big juicy breasts that I could barely see through the thin material of her shift were driving me wild. I needed to touch them and taste them. I wanted to do everything to this woman. The morelia she had consumed should last until midnight, giving me plenty of time to do it all.
Right now, I could see she was reaching the point where her unsatisfied desire would begin making her uncomfortable to the point of pain. I didn't want that. It would be better to satisfy her right away.
I laid her down on the bed and covered her with my body, kissing her sweet lips and twining my tongue with hers. I wanted to possess her. She would know she was mine. Her body was mine. Her pleasure was mine and would come from me. Every bit of her was mine.
Even if it wasn't true, I wanted it to be, even if it was only for tonight.
She broke our kiss to beg.
"Please Jesse," she said, squirming and writhing beneath me. She needed me to touch her. It was time. I stripped the rest of our clothes off, and we lay naked on the covers of the bed during the hot summer evening. A sultry breeze blew through the open window, making the curtains billow.
I took one of her large breasts into my hand. "Oh yes," she gasped.
Then I had them both, and I was massaging and tweaking the nipples, making her squeal. She had her legs wrapped around mine. I could feel she was already extremely wet. I couldn't wait to sink into her hot, warm body.
But not yet. I bent my head and kissed around one nipple. She shivered and her breath was ragged. Then I licked it and blew. She sucked in air through her teeth. Finally, I gave her what I knew she needed.
My mouth closed over the hard bud, and she moaned. If I had known she was like this in bed, I wouldn't have been cold to her all day. I sucked, then kissed my way over to the other one, flicking it with my tongue
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