The meshing colors of the fallen autumn leaves crackled under the weight of her bare feet similar in sound to the fire that burgeoned around the stack of dry logs before her. Once she felt the heat infiltrate her body, she shed her deep burgundy, velvet cloak and watched as it fell to the ground like pouring wine. Turning, she lit the red candles and spicy incenses of cinnamon and ginger on her makeshift altar. The small flames threw flickers of light that danced upon the various fruits and vegetables that decorated the tree stump. Lost in her rituals under the light of the October Blood Moon coming through the thinning canopies of the treetops, she neglected to hear the approaching footsteps.
The final shift of the brush as a man came into the clearing startled her. She turned and faced her visitor. Forgetting that she was standing there fully exposed, she stared into the eyes of Mitch, a friend from her apartment building two floors up and one door over. Despite the fact that she had developed many friendships, no one there knew that she was a witch.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, as she followed his eyes down over the erect nipples of her breasts to the small patch of hair between her thighs. Unable to avoid turning to get her robe, she was forced to display her backside to him also.
"I saw a cloaked figure enter the woods and debated about checking it out until I saw the flickers of light through the trees." He blushed as he stumbled over the words. "I couldn't sleep. What are you doing here at three o'clock in the morning?"
Thoughts rushed through her mind. Would he approve or disapprove of her Wiccan ways? She momentarily felt like a trapped animal as he took a few steps towards her to get closer to the fire. His baggy, wrinkled sweatshirt didn't prevent her from being distracted by the memories of him shirtless this summer.
"Listen, Brianna, you don't have to be afraid to tell me. I won't judge you. You know I'm not like that." He turned to face her then took hold of the front of her robe and fondled the crushed velvet between his fingers. "Will you feel better if I confess something first?"
"I don't know." Her voice sounded strange even to her as apprehension and excitement mingled making her insides tremble. The smell of him drifted over the short distance between them, and she closed her eyes as she took it in. She could never deny to herself the attraction she had to him, but he had never made any advances before to show her he felt the same.
"Then here goes." He stepped in making his hands, still holding her robe, press up against her abs; and her hands, still holding her robe protectively closed, touch his hard chest. "I have wanted to be alone with you, since the first time I met you, so that I could see how you would react if I did this…"
The warmth of his breath brushed over her face before the fullness of his lips surrounded hers. He brought his hands up into her hair, and the chill of his fingertips felt like pure magical energy.
Mitch kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear, "Relax, Brianna. I won't do anything you don't want me to."
"Somehow that doesn't make me feel better." She became acutely aware again of her nakedness under her robe as heat pulsed through her core moistening her with desire.
"Now why are you out in the woods in the middle of the night buck naked? I can't get that image of you out of my mind." He pulled her against him tighter, and she let her pinned arms move to her sides allowing his jean-covered hardness to touch the skin of her stomach where her robe had opened slightly.
"I am Wiccan, and I was celebrating the Esbat of the October full moon." She dared to let her hands move onto his hips as she spoke liking the way they felt against one another.
"I like holding you, and I am thrilled that you are not pulling away."
"Then it doesn't matter to you that…" A kiss interrupted her question. He penetrated her lips with his tongue and swept it over hers.
"That you are a witch? No, you can explain more about that later. All I can think about now is getting my hands under your robe."
She felt her smile all through her body. "Then touch me," she said as she withdrew from his embrace and let her robe cascade to the ground again.
He didn't immediately come to her. First, he slowly unclothed himself barely taking his eyes from her body. She liked the way it felt, to be exposed to him. The thoughts she'd secretly had of them together over these past months welled up within her as his palms cupped over her breasts. He kissed her briefly again before cradling her body to his and guiding her down to the ground to lie upon their discarded clothing. Leaves crunched and slim branches cracked as he spread apart her thighs and tasted her. The feeling of his tongue separating her nether lips made her give thanks again to that moon above her for the bounty she had been given. She reached out to finally touch his hardness as he kissed up her body and over her nipples.
Just before the thickness of his member entered her wetness, he said, "I feared this moment would never happen."
"Anything can happen under the full moon."
About the Author: Kiki Howell is an author of magical erotic romances, with her first two published stories releasing in Celtic Love Knots, Volume 10 September 2008 from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. She is also looking forward to the releases of "Mystic Stones" and "The Witch's Beast" next year with WCPT. You can visit Kiki at her website or www.myspace.com/kikihowell