Spellbound
chapter 4
Want Me
Without saying a word, Howie took her hand and led her to the tiny dance floor. A band was playing loud blues music but Howie could only hear the pounding of his heart, the blood rushing through his head with such force that he thought for a moment he could actually see it pulsing through his eyes.
The band began to play an old Santana song as he wrapped his arm around her small waist, pulling her close so that he could study her.
“'Got a black magic woman, 'got a black magic woman”
“I've got a black magic woman, 'got me so blind I can't see”
“That she's a black magic woman, she's try'n to make a devil out of me.”
Want Me
Her eyes were as blue a sapphires and held the same sparkle. He skin was fair, a fine sprinkling of freckles played upon her nose and cheeks. Howie pulled her closer. Her hair was as soft as liquid silk and it literally glowed as the lights above them shone down on her.
“Turn your back on me baby, turn your back on me baby.”
“Yes, don't turn your back on me baby, Stop messin' 'round with your tricks.”
“Don't turn your back on me, baby, you just might pick up my magic sticks”
Want Me
His hand trailed down her back, gliding over the curve of her waist, the small of her back and down across her firm buttocks. He grabbed them roughly and pulled her hips to his, the tingling slowly draining from his head down to rest in his stomach. Avery let her head fall back, her hair cascading down to her waist, her chest thrust out to him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and bent over her, laying her back and burying his face in her bosom.
'”Got your spell on me baby, 'got your spell on me baby”
“Yes, you got your spell on me baby, turning my heart into stone”
“I need you so bad, magic woman, I can't leave you alone”
Want Me
He pulled her up and pressed himself against her. His eyes glazed over as they danced, slowly grinding their bodies together, his arousal obvious through the thin soft leather of his pants. She moved her legs to straddle on of his and ground her heat against his thigh. In turn Howie ground his hardness against her hip. Avery felt an explosion building in her as they danced, the heat, the lights, the smell of his cologne all putting her senses into overdrive. Howie guided her hips, encouraging her to move against him more forcefully. As the song ended she let out a long, low moan, a powerful orgasm washing over her.
Want Me
Howie could control himself no longer. He begged her, pleaded with her to allow him to take her back to his hotel. She smiled at him and shook her head ‘no’. He couldn’t understand what was happening to him. He had never in his life wanted, no, needed to be with a woman as much as he did with her. Frantic to relieve the overwhelming need to be with her, he pulled her into the men’s room and locked the door.
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