the edge. But he refused to let her hands go. In the throes of desire, she could make skin to skin contact and that’d be a disaster.
“Fuck it.” He covered her mound and pressed down in merciless circles.
The frustration built, making him strain toward her. This was such a bad idea. In so many ways. He might be turned-on enough to spill in his pants but he wanted more.
“I want to drive my cock into you. Your tight pussy. You’ll clutch all around me and cry out for more. You want more, sugar? You creaming for me now?”
Whimpering, she undulated. Cheeks bright, mouth open, she keened and picked up a rhythm, thrusting into the pressure he gave her. His erection hardened even more, nearly staggering him with the pleasure-pain. Wind swirled, whipping her hair and caressing her body. Electricity, want and pure seduction slid over his skin.
He flexed but didn’t dare curl his fingers to give her more. These gloves weren’t fit to go inside that pussy that he wanted to touch, taste, fuck. Oh how he wanted a taste.
With a growl he let go and stumbled back.
“This isn’t going to work.” He shoved off his gloves and let them fall.
“No.” She’d slumped against the tree, decadent, a goddess who stared down at him with her passion so bright it pained to look and know he couldn’t have. Her trembling radiated out to him on the wind that hadn’t died down.
His cock ached. Fumbling, he finally got his frantic motions to work and get his own damn button to snap off. Shoving down his zipper, the relief was instantaneous but short-lived.
Astrid moved to bring up her pants.
“Stop right there.”
She froze. The pants dropped back around her ankles.
With a wave, he stirred the air around her, stroked her skin and let the sense of it float back to him on a current. “Back against the tree so I can see you and you can see me.”
“This isn’t what I came out here for. I wanted to talk, to apologize.” Her nose flared and her cheeks turned bright pink.
“It was just an excuse and you know it. Something draws us together. And that something wants to show you how my talent can please you.”
Her head tilted. Brow furrowed, she glanced around. The tree behind her blocked the view from the mansion. The shrubbery he’d been working on shielded them even more. Out here in the gardens, privacy cloaked them. She’d regained control of her ragged breathing, more the pity since his cock hadn’t lost interest in their play.
“But talents shouldn’t be used like this.” Staring at his cock, licking her lips in a way that tormented him, she tugged up those damn pants and pulled them over her hips.
Clouds gathered above and cast them in shadow. Rushing from the sky, wind gusted through the tree and down her body to push into her pants and shove them back down.
Eyes wide, she startled and glanced up as she bent.
“What I wouldn’t do to be behind you when you bend over like that.” He leisurely palmed his balls and stroked his dick, staving off the ache he’d had since he first saw her hands pushing aside the branches to crawl out. She’d been disheveled, gorgeous and imminently fuckable. “What do you think our powers are for, sugar? Certainly not for hurting others. If I can control it and what I do now brings you pleasure, brings me some fucking relief, what difference does that make?”
“You should only use it for good.” Now keeping her gaze away from where he circled the base of his cock, she frowned at him and reached for her waistband.
With a thought, he sent the wind surging again, swirling around her hips and teasing between her legs.
She jerked and her mouth fell open.
“Oh.” Licking her lips, she dropped forward onto her hands and knees. Her pert breasts hung down, nipples extended and her hips squirming. She glanced up and her parted lips invited the vision of sliding his cock between her lips, but he stayed on the ground, stroking himself as he sent tendrils of air to stream over
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