Daisy writhes underneath Sloan as she chases her release. Deciding the underwear needs to go, Sloan moves her hands and grasps the edge of Daisy’s underwear, ripping them apart. Daisy lets out a surprised whimper before going back to whispering Sloan’s name. Sloan takes one hand and slides two fingers into Daisy’s slick pussy. Her other hand moves up to grasp one of Daisy’s breasts, and her tongue lands on Daisy’s clit. She flattens her tongue, providing the pressure she knows Daisy needs as she rolls a pebbled nipple between her fingers over her bra. She adds a third finger and pumps into Daisy’s heat, curling them upward ever so slightly, causing Daisy’s head to fall back and her back to arch.
“Yes. Sloan. Right there.”
“Come for me, cupcake,” Sloan says before placing her mouth over Daisy’s clit and sucking fast and hard, matching the intensity of her fingers as they pump inside her.
“Oh, goddess. Yes. Yes. Yes,” Daisy chants before screaming Sloan’s name.
“That’s my girl.”
Once Daisy has reentered earth, she pushes herself up and rolls her and Sloan over. “That was amazing. And you’re buying me a new pair of underwear.”
“I’ll buy you all the pairs in the world,” Sloan tells her.
“You better. Now. Clothes off. I’m starving and have been looking forward to eating that pussy of yours for days,” Daisy says, leaning back.
Sloan quirks an eyebrow at her but does as instructed. Who is she to argue with her when Daisy looks so glorious with a post-orgasm glow, disheveled hair, and perfect tits sitting there begging to be sucked on. Sloan leans forward, taking the peak of one mound into her lips, and sucks through the mesh of her bra. She gazes up through her eyelashes as Daisy’s hand clasps the back of Sloan’s hair, and her head falls back.
When Sloan pulls away, Daisy looks down at her, eyes ablaze with need. “No more distractions. It’s my turn now. Lay back,” she says, placing a hand on Sloan’s shoulder and gently nudging her backward.
Sloan rests a hand under the pillow and places the other on the back of Daisy’s head, fisting her hair as Daisy buries her face into Sloan’s soaking wet cunt. The first stroke of her tongue sends shockwaves of heat throughout her body. Her fingers and toes tingle as magic pools, looking for a release from the tension quickly building. Already being so worked up from getting Daisy off, Sloan knows it won’t be long before she reaches her climax.
Daisy slides two fingers inside her pussy as she sucks on her sensitive clit, and the added fullness brings her too close to the edge. Coils of tension wrap around her core, pulsing in need. “More. Harder,” Sloan whimpers, head tossed back, back arching off the bed. Daisy pumps her fingers harder, relentlessly pounding into Sloan’s pussy. She adds a third finger, perfectly stretching Sloan as she fills her to the brink. When she curls her fingers in a come-hither motion, it hits the perfect spot. With the added sensation of Daisy sucking on her clit, it becomes too much. The tension breaks, and Sloan moans out as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her toes curl, the tension eases, and the pulses of her pussy around Daisy’s fingers slow. Sloan opens her eyes and sees the faint cloud of silver sparkly magic around them.
“Well, that’s a first,” she says, breathless and spent. “I’ve never had my magic explode like that after coming.”
“Honestly, I didn’t even know that was possible,” Daisy says in awe. She climbs her way up the bed, kissing Sloan’s sensitive skin along the way. Her lips find Sloan’s, and Sloan grabs the back of Daisy’s head as she hungrily tastes herself on Daisy’s tongue. When Daisy breaks away for air, she says, “But I’m honored to be the one to cause it.”
Daisy leans back, lifting one of Sloan’s legs to slide one of hers underneath. With their legs intertwined, Daisy places her hands behind her back and begins grinding their slick pussies together. The sudden friction is mind-bending. Sloan bites her lip as she takes in the changed sensation. She raises a leg, planting a foot on the bed, while her hands reach behind her. She holds on to the headboard, giving herself more purchase. Her hips rise, meeting Daisy’s thrusts. Feeling her lips glide along Daisy’s and the vibrations as their bodies meet. It’s all so good, but it’s not enough. She needs to feel more of her. She lets go of the headboard, leaning forward, while Daisy pushes toward her. Their arms wrap around each other, Sloan’s hands finding their way into Daisy’s hair while hers firmly grip Sloan’s ass, pulling Sloan in tight.
Their lips and tongues meet hungrily, saying all they need and want while their slick pussies slide against each other with the most delicious friction. Still able to taste Daisy on her tongue, the thought of Daisy being able to taste herself and knowing what she does to her ignites Sloan’s core further. She grinds her hips into Daisy with enthusiasm, finding a punishing pace that brings them both closer to the edge. Daisy’s hands grip her ass so tightly she’ll surely have bruises in the morning.
Sloan fists Daisy’s hair and pulls her head back as Daisy cries out in pleasure. “More. Goddess. Please.” The movement of their hips speeding up makes their bodies meet in spark-inducing slaps.
Violet and silver tendrils hover in the air as they reach their peaks. As two violet tendrils find their way between their bodies, brushing past Sloan’s pebbled nipples, she feels tiny shocks caress her. Holy fucking Hades.
“Yes, Daisy. Fuck me. Yes. Just. Like. That,” Sloan screams. As a final spark dances across her nipples, Sloan comes undone, chasing a high she never thought possible. The room becomes a blur as magic dances between them. She thinks she hears Daisy screaming her name in ecstasy as well, but she’s still too out of her own body with ecstasy to be sure.
Sloan and Daisy release each other and flop back on the bed, breathing heavily, their energy spent. “That was…amazing,” Daisy huffs.
“The sparks from your magic across my tits. Oh. My. Goddess,” Sloan replies, her eyes getting heavy.
Daisy untangles herself from Sloan and crawls up. Sloan opens an arm, creating space for her. Daisy lays on her side and nestles in, resting her head on Sloan’s shoulder and slinging a leg over to lay between Sloan’s. Daisy’s available arm lands across Sloan’s chest with her hand cupping Sloan’s breast and her fingers absentmindedly fondling Sloan’s nipple.
Once she’s settled in, Sloan’s arm curls around Daisy’s back, pulling her in tighter. The feel of their bodies pressed together is heavenly. Daisy’s plushness fills Sloan’s dips and valleys, demonstrating how they are meant to fit together.
“I love you,” Daisy says softly.
The affirmation takes Sloan a moment to process. Those three words mean the world to her and coming from Daisy, the person she least expected to ever say them, shows how far they have come. She feels Daisy tense under what probably feels like a lengthy hesitation, but Sloan is trying to find her words. She swallows down the rising emotion, hoping her words come out as clearly as she intends. “I love you too, Daisy Hale. I have loved you for what feels like centuries, even though it’s only been a short while. I don’t know what I did to deserve you or how we even got here, but I will do everything in my power to ensure I get to keep you.”
Daisy looks up toward Sloan, her eyes sparkling. Sloan leans down and kisses her softly, letting all her love for Daisy flow through her and into Daisy, hoping that one day, she will be able to fully express the depth of her love for this witch.
After a short nap and a shower that turns into more, Daisy and Sloan are dressed again and ready for the evening mingle event portion of the night.
“If you see Petra somewhere, please let me know,” Daisy says as she slides on heels. When she turns and faces Sloan, Sloan’s breath hitches. The dark emerald green dress fits her curves perfectly. She is breathtaking.
She walks over to Daisy and kisses her gently. Pulling away, she sees the hunger in Daisy’s eyes. “Keep looking at me like that, and we won’t make it down to the ballroom.” Daisy quirks an eyebrow at her in a challenge. “Don’t test me. You know I’d love nothing more than to stay here and continue to devour you, but we are expected downstairs.”
Daisy sighs. “Fine.”
