Free ATwistedMagick by Shara Lanel

voice deep in her brain told her to stop, not to trust him, that she still had alcohol in her blood system, which was easing her inhibitions. Oddly, though, that quiet voice seemed to come from behind a loud waterfall of desire, and if she focused on the waterfall instead of the words, she didn’t hear the voice at all.
    He put his large hands on either side of her waist to help her scoot back onto the center of the bed. Ah, that was better on her back and gave them both more leverage. Leverage was important in this particular activity. He unsnapped her pants and removed them, leaving her in her lacy bikini panties. For some reason, she’d chosen them this morning instead of her usual cotton ones. A bit of precognition? He lowered his face to hers and kissed her, which distracted her so much that she was startled to feel his fingers rubbing her lace panties, the pressure directly on her clit. Lace was not the smoothest fabric and could cause uncomfortable friction. Gabe seemed to realize this, because his fingers dipped under the fabric until they reached her wetness. Bringing that up to her clit did a great job lubricating and she lost herself in pleasure. Tiring of the fabric all together, she soon felt the panties sliding over her thighs, knees and feet. Gone.

Chapter Four
     
    “Do you want to get on the sheets?” Gabe asked.
    “Sure.”
    He backed away from her so she could push the comforter out of the way. The sheets were crisp white. Gabe took the opportunity to dispose of his pants and briefs. He slid in next to her and pulled the top sheet over both of them. A cocoon of warmth around their bodies as they met skin to skin.
    Her sensible voice tried to break through, but then Gabe fingered her clit again, obliterating any chance of rational thought. He was slightly to the side of her, his cock stiff against her hip. The hair of his legs lightly prickling her skin. He slid two fingers inside of her.
    “Oh shit!”
    “Like that?” He slid in another finger. “Better?”
    “Fuck.”
    He chuckled. “I take that as a yes.” He kissed her collarbone then her neck as he bent those fingers to rub against the top wall of her vagina, searching for the elusive G-spot. Once he found it, Shylah stopped breathing and stayed very still as he pressed against it and moved his finger in tiny circles. She gulped in another breath of air so she wouldn’t pass out.
    “Your thumb…”
    “Hmm?”
    “On my clit, please.” She went back to holding her breath as he obliged. “Oh Goddess!” He moved his thumb the tiniest bit and applied pressure, while his finger still moved inside her. Everything inside Shylah coiled tighter and tighter until finally she tipped over the edge. Her orgasm was earth shaking. He continued to touch and kiss her hypersensitive body as her vagina squeezed again and again.
    “Liked that, did you?” She could feel his gloating smile against her neck.
    “Mmmhmm.”
    “Think you can do that again?”
    Oh man, could she? He pulled out his fingers and centered his hips above hers so he could press his erection against her opening. Without waiting for an affirmative answer, he plunged inside her. The stretching. His thick cock against her walls. A push in deep and a slow stroke out to his tip. Again. Again. Gradually he increased his speed until he found a comfortable rhythm. She opened her eyes to see his biceps strain as he held his chest away from her enough to keep himself at a good angle. His chest and stomach were model gorgeous. Tight and lean and strong. She looked up to see him looking down at her. They gazed at each other for a long moment until the pleasure seemed to grip him. He closed his eyes and emitted a guttural moan. His rhythm increased and she felt her own body begin to tighten.
    You need him to stop. You’re forgetting…
    She lost herself in intense orgasm again. He lost it right after her, his body jerking in response, his breath loud in her ear, his cum warm inside her. His