Under A Full Buck Moon [MF][magical realism]

I pulled up to Marcus’ home; a charming historic mansion on Murphy Avenue, a street full of expensive homes overlooking Charleston’s Ashley River. I checked my face one last in the rear view mirror. My eyes, dappled green like shadows on moss, looked darker tonight from the make-up and I freshened up the lipstick before getting out and walking past his Porsche and Beamer in the drive. I knocked on the front door, adjusting my boobs in the bodice of my sweet cotton sundress and fluffing my hair with my fingers before he answered. He opened the door dressed in black jeans and pressed short sleeve linen shirt. God, he was so good looking; tall with wild blond hair and the eyes of an enchanter, like some modern Viking gone wild.

He said, “Ava, you look…wow. Come on in.”

I walked into the modern home, admiring the artwork and well placed antique furniture as he guided me into a sitting room.

“Nice place,” I said.

“Thanks. It’s been in the family for years. Got finished with renovations last year. Wine?”

“Sure.”

He walked around the wet bar to open a wine fridge and popped open a bottle of white. He poured a couple of glasses before returning to me. We took a seat on a cozy silk couch.

“You’re butterflies are, uh, extraordinary,” he said.

I blushed thinking about his referring to the other day when he walked into my coffee shop and my crush on him manifested itself with butterflies fluttering around my hair as that is the nature of my uncontrollable power. Thank goodness he is from a witch family too, accustomed to witnessing weird and paranormal things. I could never explain this to a regular guy.

He handed me a glass and said, “True magic. Not only are you a child of light, you’re a favored daughter.”

“That’s the first time butterflies have ever appeared. Better than having things burst into flames.”

“You have a fire starter in your family?”

“An aunt.”

“I have an aunt who can conjure storms. She’s rained out a few bar-b-ques she wasn’t invited to.”

I giggled before sipping my wine.

“What about you?” I asked. “Are you gifted?”

“Not really, I’m pretty common. I have a bit of intuition but not much else. True magic doesn’t really run in my family.”

Our date continued in a normal fashion; wine, dinner, laughs over childhood stories in a pleasant yellow dining room. Afterwards, we moved to a screened-in back porch sun room. The buzzing of cicadas filled the air. Marcus had popped open a second bottle of wine an hour ago and poured the last of it in my glass. I felt comfortable in this candlelit room, enjoying Marcus’ company as soft breezes flowed through the screens on a warm summer night. Fireflies began to glow in his backyard. Their faint little orbs of yellow light floated above the grass.

“Are you doing that?” he asked, pointing their way.

“Naw. That’s just mother nature at work.”

“What if I kiss you? What happens then?”

“It depends on how good you kiss.”

He leaned halfway to a kiss and I leaned in to meet his lips pursed like Cupid. My skull began to tingle. I felt all warm and gooey inside. He drew back and I opened my eyes to see a single red rose petal drift down between us.

“Beautiful,” he said in a lulling deep voice.

He kissed me again, more insistent. His hair grazed my cheek as I gave in to him, moving closer against his chest. He pressed into me and I felt delirious falling back into the couch, enveloped in the smell of his faded cologne as his body covered mine. His hand skimmed my thigh as it slowly moved up my dress and I didn’t stop him. It’s been a long time since a man has touched my skin. His body had wedged between me and the couch, and he moved his knee over mine as to claim my body as his. The straps of my dress fell from my shoulder as I wriggled to get comfortable. He looked me in the eye as he unbuttoned my dress’ bodice.

“I’ve been dying to see your tits,” he said.

I giggled as I watched his fingers popped open the last button, laying bare my breasts. His breath was hot on my skin. His stubble scraped my skin as he bent down to kiss my hard pink bud nipple which he sampled with a delicate tongue. My breath began to quicken as I gazed upon his angelic face, so content in sucking on my flesh. My clit twitched and I rubbed my knees together. My fingers wound into his silky hair. Freshly shampooed, it smelled like flowers in the rain. I threw my head back against the pillow, blissful under the sensations shooting from my nipple to ignite my body. I felt the slightest touch on my nose and opened my eyes to see red rose petals on my face and tits. Red rose petals were falling from the ceiling, drifting down over our bodies on the couch.
Marcus grinned as reached up to gently brush petals off my face.

“Sorry,” I said, as petals continued to drift down.

“I guess you like the way I kiss.” he murmured.

He crawled up to kiss me, petals falling off of him as he did. The scent of roses was intoxicating and his velvety tongue pressed into my mouth. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I rubbed the length of it, squeezing his hard dick to make him groan. Oh yeah, Mister, it’s on. I reached to unbutton his pants. My nipples rubbed against his shirt. He moved my fumbling hand aside to quickly unbutton his jeans and shrug them off. A few rose petals still fluttered around us as he sat back upon his knees and reached under my dress to grab the sides of my panties. I lifted my hips for them to slide off easier which made him smile. He looked at my pussy with a look of drowsy eyed lust, as if it were some intoxicating thing he desires very much. He tossed the panties aside, running his hand over my thighs until his thumb pressed upon my pussy lips as he masturbated himself fully hard.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Do it. Fuck me.”

He moved over me and slid it in, pushing, inching it in until it was snugly in. My knees locked onto his waist as he began to pump inside me. My hands were all in his hair, my eyes open locked onto his bright Caribbean blue eyes until I closed them to enjoy the sensations of skin rubbing against flushed skin. I felt like we were floating in a sphere of love, so much so that Marcus’ voice barely penetrated it.

“Hey, babe? We’re floating.”

I lolled my head to the side to see us levitating above the couch, my hair barely grazing the cushions. This has never happened before and my awareness caused us land on the couch with a thud, scattering red petals off the couch.

We looked at each other. He smiled and I started giggling before he started moving inside me again, smiling down at me as I moaned from the orgasmic feeling of him filling me with his cock. I tightened my legs around him, grinding my hips against him, fucking him back.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum,” I said.

“Yeah, baby, you cum for me.”

It just exploded, my loins quivering in spasms and I gritted my teeth before yelling, “Oh, fuck!”

He started grunting, relentlessly pounding into me that the couch was scraping against the wooden floor with each thrust. I grabbed his balls, messaging them until they tightened up into him and he groaned out an orgasm. His body jerked from his cock spasms before his forearms collapsed from under him, and he fell on me before removing his gooey cock and rolling off.

Crammed on the couch, breathing hard, we both looked at each other and chuckled as he picked a rose petal from my hair. We kissed before he spooned me against him. He actually fell asleep, gently snoring as we laid in a pile of mashed red petals and I stared at the flame of a flickering candle wondering if Marcus could be the one.

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