Kiss & Spell by Kris Eton Page B

looked over at Justin. Their gazes met. He quirked a brow, and without saying a word, he picked up the dildo and slipped it into her wet opening.
    “Oh, God!” The hard, thick dildo violated her cunt.
    “You are beautiful, Marissa,” Justin said, taking care to slide the dildo all the way inside of her. “I especially love this pussy of yours.”
    “Faster, Justin, faster.” She massaged her clitoris again, and she could feel the orgasm coming. The sure, quick strokes of the dildo plus the whispers of encouragement from Justin took her over the edge. A hot rush of release ran through her. Justin thrust the dildo to milk more out of her. A second orgasm followed quickly behind the first, stealing her breath. A deeper one. More satisfying. She grunted, pulled her fingers away from her overly sensitized flesh, and fisted the blankets in her hands as the orgasm rippled through her.
    When she was finished, Justin pulled her to him, his arm tight and possessive around her waist. As they drifted off to sleep, he whispered in her ear, “I love you, Marissa Glenn the Witch. I love you.”

Chapter Fifteen
    Hours later, Marissa awoke in Justin’s arms, the canopy of the tent protecting them from the cold wind that had picked up outside. She smiled. Things would be so much easier now. He knew about her powers, but wasn’t afraid. He trusted her.
    “Now what?” a sleepy Justin said, his eyes still closed.
    She brushed his hair back and traced a finger from his forehead, down his nose, to his lips. “I want to kiss you.”
    His eyes flew open. “But the magic—”
    She pressed her finger to his mouth. “Shh, it’s okay. Demetria broke the bet when she disguised herself as me. She cheated. The bet’s off.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Demetria had already broken the rules before I came out here to find you.” As her thoughts took her farther down this line of thinking, she realized something. Something awful. “Which means I win . . . and I keep this stupid kissing curse.” She sat up, the blanket covering them both slipped away from her body.
    Justin raised a lazy hand to her breast and coaxed her nipple into a tight bud. He flipped onto his side to put his full focus on her nakedness.               “I love touching you like this.”
    She looked down at him as he worshipped her breast. His fingers were light on her sensitized flesh. She wanted him again. Right now. “Justin, we can’t.” She groaned and rolled out of the bed of blankets.
    Justin fell back onto the pillows. “Why not?”
    “I want to be done with this. I want to be able to kiss you and not worry about putting you under some spell. If we’re going to be together, don’t you want that, too?” She conjured up dry clothes for both of them. Sparks flew. They both sneezed.
    “See? Sometimes it must be pretty nice to have all that magic at your fingertips.” Justin crawled up behind her and snatched up the pair of jeans she’d created from thin air.  “Although I kinda wish you’d stay just like this.” He pinched one naked ass cheek and slapped her playfully.
    “Justin!” She giggled and backed to the far side of the tent, using the clean clothes as a shield.
    He dropped the pants and chased after her. Marissa admired his long, lean shanks, bunched muscles beneath tanned skin, and his semi-erect penis. She could hardly believe he was hers. He told her he loved her! Those very words had come out of his mouth. She hadn’t imagined it. She hadn’t forced him to say it with magic. He’d willingly confessed his love for her.
    When he caught up to her against the heavy canvas of the tent, she stopped breathing for a moment. There was a look in his eye. Something she’d never seen in the eyes of any of her one-night lovers. Something tender, something warm. Words caught in her throat. Her mind stopped working. She could only think of one thing: Justin.
    His arms snaked around her and pulled her close. Their naked bodies slid against