“Yeah, okay,” I promised wanting to groan at our dialogue. It was pretty cringe, but I was also pretty sure we were doing sex wrong if we could have a full conversation. Right?
He moved his hand by mine and then started to pull it back. I caught it and interlocked our fingers, nodding I was okay. He kissed me and brought our joined hands next to my head while moving his hips. I wrapped one leg around him, but that wasn’t enough and did the other. I cried out as he hit a perfect spot inside of me.
Fuck, it was glorious.
He finished hard and suddenly from the way he reacted, not giving me warning or even checking I’d orgasmed again first. Sergey grunted my name but then swore in several interesting combinations as his thrusts were rougher. When he stopped, his chest was heaving and he looked ready to collapse on me.
But he gave me a sheepish look instead.
“I finished several times before,” I reminded him. “It was perfect and—”
“You do not leave her hanging after she gave you her body, you stupid shit,” Winter growled from the phone making us both jump.
“I wasn’t going to,” Sergey snapped. “You don’t get invited anymore.” He glanced around looking for it like he was going to hang it up, but I grabbed his face.
“Hey, focus on me,” I drawled. “Always on me while you’reinside me.”
He let out a long huff. “Sorry, foxy, but it made me jump and like—sorry.”
“Forgiven.” I raised my head for a kiss, chuckling when he gave me one. “Tease my clit while you’re inside of me. That’s what I want.”
“Shit, gladly.” He attacked my mouth and did just that.
It was a good finish. Not eating me out good or others I had during my limited sex but good for sure.
The cuddling after was much better. He even went and got some wet wipes to clean me up. I must have dozed for a bit because I woke with a start and frowned when he wasn’t there.
“Here,” he said gently when I was sitting up glancing all around. He held his hands up in surrender and pointed to my private bathroom. “Just had to pee.”
“Yeah, of course,” I replied immediately, looking away and pushing my hair over my shoulder. It was now a mess and I needed to brush it again.
“I want to approach you, but I don’t want to startle you, Bev,” he whispered.
I let out a slow breath and met his gaze. “It’s okay. I know. Sorry. I shouldn’t bring up old shit and—”
“It’s not old shit and there’s been alotof shit, so—we’re okay, I promise.” He moved closer, only in his boxer briefs. Sergey leaned over the bed and puckered his lips to me.
I chuckled and kissed him, glad he knew how to handle this. “Let’s study.”
“Yeah, you mostly have projects but—yeah. It’s almost time for dinner.”
“Wow, nice nap.”
He shrugged. “Not long really, but we needed it.”
Fair enough.
I brushed my hair again and got dressed, smirking to myself as Sergey watched the entire time. It was only fair since I was watching him too.
I only had two real midterms as in tests. Latin III and Spell Circles 101 I had to be there physically and take a test. Well, Spell Circles 101 was laying a circle of magic. Not the transportation circle how we colloquially said “circled” to move far distances.
No, magic was far more complicated than that. Granted, a lot of circles were the basis for the combined complicated transportation circle, but magic circles were used for lots. Barrier spells, wards, location spells—a whole list.
And learning that all would take time, effort, and a lot of memorization of how it all worked. Hence why it was two years of college-level spell circles classes before we were even taught how to do a transportation circle, much less be allowed to legally use them.
At least our society got some things right.
Physical Training I was a test of skills, History of Magic I was a project to basically beat into us the dangers of outing our society to humans. For my independent study, I needed more than half of my final done basically. It had all changed once Mrs. Reid had stepped in and now my final was to have a research paper of all my findings published.
