Under His Spell Ch.07

Grinning at her, he shook his head in amusement.

"I love your sense of humor."

Reaching her hand up to massage his right shoulder she said, "Your body must be sore from all that painting."

"Yeah, my back and shoulders are killing me."

"I could give you a nice massage tonight to loosen up those stiff muscles for you."

"Mmm, that would great. Will it be a naked massage?"

"Possibly." She gave him a wink.

"And while I'm at it, maybe I could massage another stiff muscle as well." Lynn's hand slid down to firmly rub his denim clad groin.

"I like the sound of that," Takoda huskily said.

When they came to a stoplight he leaned over to share a deep kiss with her. His hands slipped beneath her sweater for a quick feel, giving her breast a firm squeeze. Moaning into his mouth, the space between her legs grew wet in anticipation. As the light turned green their lips reluctantly parted.

"Can't wait to get you home." There was raw, sexual hunger in his gaze.

Using his left hand to control the steering wheel, he allowed his right to roam across thighs. Slipping his hand beneath her skirt he began to caress her thigh, slowly creeping his fingertips towards the thin material of her panties.

"You're wearing that lacy black thong I like, aren't you?" His fingers brushed lightly against the growing dampness between her legs.

Giving a nod, she parted her legs a little to give him better access. Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her underwear, he lightly rubbed them against the bareness of her pussy. Jolting from his touch, she released a breathy moan..

The road seemed to stretch endlessly before them, and the spot between her legs was growing increasingly wet. Finally after what seemed like forever, they pulled into the driveway of his house. After parking the car he reached up to caress her face, and their lips came together in a passionate kiss. By the time their lips parted they were left nearly breathless from it, and they shared a smile of contentment.

Once they were out of the car, they linked hands and headed up the walkway toward the house. After unlocking the door Takoda allowed her to walk in first, and then they headed upstairs.

As Lynn entered the bedroom she saw it was glowing with the light of candles. Placed strategically around the room, they cast flickering shadows along the walls and the ceiling. The bedding had been changed to a quilted black comforter and the throw pillows strewn across it had a metallic gold print upon them. A small bucket of ice sat on the table next to the bed, as well as two wine glasses and a bottle of sparkling apple cider. And to top it all off, there was a single red rose laying in the middle of the bed.

"Takoda, this is beautiful. I love it." Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she took in the sight of the romantically decorated room.

Turning to face him, she tilted her head up and pulled him in for a kiss, slipping her fingers into his hair as he ravaged her mouth. Once their lips pulled away, she rested her head against his chest and deeply inhaled his manly scent. She loved the way he smelled after a day of painting houses. It was a rich, earthy smell, and it always seemed to work like an aphrodisiac for her.

Assuming she was offended by his odor he offered, "I'll go take a shower first. I'm sure I smell terrible."

"No, I like it."

Slipping her hands beneath the hem of his T-shirt, she caressed the smooth firmness of his chest. Eager for more, Takoda grabbed hold of the fabric of his shirt and lifted it up over his head. After tossing it aside her undid the button on his jeans and then unzipped them. Slipping his jeans off around his waist, he pulled them down his legs and then kicked then off his feet.

Placing her fingers on the hem of his boxers, she peeled the elastic band from off around his waist, then pushed them down his thighs and let them fall to his feet. After stepping out of them he helped her undress, placing tender kisses along the edge of her neck as he undid the buttons on her blouse.

Once her top was off he unhooked her bra and slipped the straps from off her arms, then unzipped her pants and helped her get out of them. As he came to the fabric of her underwear he hooked a few fingers beneath the lacy waistband, and roughly took them off of her. They were nearly torn in the process, but she didn't mind. She desperately needed to feel him, and she knew that he was aching to have her as well.

Grasping Lynn by the waist, he pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her, gazing deeply into her eyes. The way he looked at her sent shivers up her spine. She'd never had a man give her such a hungering stare before, and she realized she felt an unbelievably strong attachment toward him.

She hadn't known it was possible to love someone so much, and she knew she'd been blessed with they type of love which only came around once in a lifetime. As he ran his fingers through her curls she began to speak.

"Thank you for doing this for me."

"You don't have to thank me Lynn, I'm more than happy to."

As his calloused hands slid across her body, she immersed herself in his touch. His warm lips scattered a few kisses along her body, and then she felt his tongue upon her skin—warm, wet, and snaking its way along her flesh.