Free Writing Witchy (Witch Hunters) by Thayer King

made it clear that they would have separate beds. She couldn’t help smiling. He was so damn sweet. She never felt uncomfortable with him. In her wildest dreams, she wouldn’t have imagined that she would find a man who would accept her and her limitations.
        They’d gotten very close and were practically inseparable. If he wasn’t at her house for dinner, then she was at his. When he was working, she would read. Being together was what was important. She’d introduced him to Thea and Dwayne. They’d gone out with the other couple. And though she didn’t need the second opinion, she was ecstatic when Thea had given her enthusiastic approval after meeting Keith.
    She glanced down at her pajamas. The deep blue satin long sleeved shirt and pants left much to the imagination. Though she’d stopped wearing her library “sacks” and even ditched the glasses, they hadn’t gone past kissing. And Keith always kept their make-out sessions to a minimum. He never got handsy. He was a total gentleman. Perversely, it made her want to test his limits. Whenever they kissed, her breasts swelled and her nipples ached. She longed to feel his hands on her breasts. But he didn’t attempt it, his palms never straying from her waist. Even in her dreams, he’d gone from trying to make love to her to talking to her about science fiction flicks. Mostly the Alien films. They’d seen all of them.
    “Bathroom’s all yours,” she said as she exited. Keith was flipping channels on the television. He nodded. “Wait!” She hurried to his side and sat on the couch next to him. “That’s The Craft . I haven’t seen it in years. Have you ever seen it?”
    Keith made a choking sound. “Um. Once. ”
    She curled her feet up beneath her and leaned against his side. He settled back and placed his arm around her shoulders. They watched for several minutes in silence. “This is one of my favorite films about witches. I can’t decide if I like this or The Witches more.” Keith made a noncommittal noise. “What’s yours?”
    “Um, The Covenant ?”
    She laughed. “Are you asking me?” She snuggled closer to him.
    He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never given…um, witchcraft films much thought.”
    “Let’ s see… There are a slew of Harry Potter films. Then there’s Practical Magic, Hocus Pocus, The Witches of Eastwick …”
    “You watch too many movies.”
    “And you should, too. If you let your brother make your book into a movie, your film will be compared to these.”
    “He’s coming out to see me next week to try to talk me into it. I’d like it if you met him.”
    “Of course. I’d like that.” She lifted her face to his and he kissed her. It was light, sweet, and over all too quickly. “More,” she whispered and Keith moaned. She crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. Taking his face in her hands, she slanted her mouth over his.
     
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    God, she was going to be the death of him. Keith gripped the sofa cushion so tightly that his knuckles turned white as Imani’s tongue slid into his mouth. His cock was as hard as stone. He would swear the woman took great delight in torturing him.
    Truly, he enjoyed kissing her. But there was only so much he could take. Her fingers slid into his hair and angled his head so that she could deepen the kiss. Keith groaned. She moved closer to him and his hands flew to her hips, holding her back. He couldn’t take the feel of her pressed against his erection. The few inches that separated them were the only things keeping him from exploding in his pants.
    His hands slipped on the slick satin of her pajamas and he gave a strangled moan as she fitted their pelvises together. She gasped, but didn’t move away. The pressure made his hips jerk involuntarily. He gripped her shoulders and broke the kiss. “Imani, please….” His voice was rough and husky. “I-I need to change for bed.” It was lame, but it was the first excuse that popped into his mind. Hell, he was