The spells and the college girls Part 4.

Part 4

With my hand on her pink cast I ask quietly “Do you believe in magic?”

You looked straight into my eyes, “what? Magic?”

“Oh nothing…It’s ok” I said

“you’re so wet,” she murmurs, her eyes full of sexual desire. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

She lowers herself, her mouth finding my center. I moan, my hips lifting off the couch as her tongue finds my clitoris. She licks, sucks, her fingers sliding inside me. It’s too much, too good. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing.

“Faster,” I beg, my fingers tangling in her hair. “Please, faster.”

She obliges, her tongue moving faster, her fingers moving in time. I come with a cry, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. She climbs up my body, her lips finding mine. We kiss, our bodies still pressed together.

“Wow,” she whispers, her eyes never leaving mine. “That was...amazing.”

I smile,  “It really was.”

The next morning the sun filters through the sheer curtains of Harper’s room. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, her broken ankle propped up on a pillow, her crutches leaning against the wall. Her face is scrunched in frustration as she glares at the pink cast on her ankle.

She hates being still.

I can feel it even from here, the restless energy rolling off her in waves. It’s in the way she taps her fingers against her thigh, the way her jaw tightens when she looks at the crutches. She’s itching to move, to feel the sun on her skin, the sand between her toes, anything but this damn cast and these damn crutches.

But Harper isn’t one to let anything stop her.

She reaches for the bikini laid out on the chair, a deep emerald green that makes her tan glow. The top is triangle-shaped, with thin strings that tie at the back, and the bottoms are high-waisted but cut high on the hips, elongating her already-mile-long legs. It’s also framing the delicious curve of her ass.

She’s breathtaking.and the sunlight licks over the curves of her body, the dip of her waist, the soft swell of her stomach, the way her breasts sit high and lush, begging for my hands or lips.

When she stands, balancing on one foot, her breasts sway with the movement, the green fabric doing nothing to hide their weight. The crutches press into her underarms as she adjusts, and the motion makes her cleavage deepen, the shadow between them a temptation I want to drown in.

There’s a challenge, a dare. Like she knows exactly how she looks, and it’s pissing her off that she can’t strut down the beach the way she wants to on those sexy long legs.

I’m already waiting when she emerges onto the boardwalk, the crutches clicking against the wood. My own black bikini clings to me, the top plunging low enough to show off the swell of my breasts, the bottoms tied so tight they bite into my hips. I hold out an iced coffee, my gaze dragging over her, the way the sun turns her skin to gold, the sheen of sweat at her collarbone, the *fuck-me* green of that bikini barely containing her.

“Morning, sunshine,” I purr.

She takes the coffee, her fingers brushing mine. “You’re a lifesaver.”

I know, letting my eyes linger on the way the bikini top strains when she shifts, the swell of her breasts rising with each breath. “You look stunning.”

She rolls her eyes, but her cheeks flush. “Yeah, right. I’m a disaster.”

“Mmm.” I step closer, my hand finding her waist. “A gorgeous disaster.”

She sits down, her cast propped up on a beach towel. I settle next to her, our shoulders touching.

“Want me to rub some sunscreen on your back?” I ask, already unscrewing the bottle.

“God, yes,” she sighs, turning to give me access.

I pour some sunscreen into my hands, rubbing them together to warm it up. My hands glide over her skin, starting at her shoulders. I can feel her muscles relaxing under my touch, her breath coming in soft sighs.

“You’re good at this,” she murmurs. She turns her head to look at me, her eyes dark with desire. I lean in, our kiss is slow and deep, our tongues tangling, our breaths mingling. When we finally break apart, we’re both breathless.

“Let me help you out of that bikini top,” I whisper, my fingers already undoing the ties at her back.

She looks at me, hesitation in her eyes. “I don’t know if i can in public like this”

I cup her face, my thumb tracing her bottom lip. “I’ve got you. We’ll take it slow and pretend we are all alone.”

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine as I ease the top off, revealing her bare breasts. I take my time, exploring her body with my hands and my mouth, making her gasp and squirm with pleasure.

When she’s under me, her breath coming in soft moans, I slide my hand between her legs, finding her already wet and ready. I stroke her slowly, her hips rising to meet my touch.

“Do you like that?” I murmur in her ear.

“God, yes,” she pants. “More.” I oblige, my fingers moving faster, her moans getting louder. And then, she turns her head, her lips finding mine in a desperate, hungry kiss.

Part 5 to come
Ashley

My stories