"Magnus."
"Louder." His hand slides down my stomach. Over my hip. Between my thighs to cup me with deliberate possession. "Let me hear you."
"Magnus." This time it's a gasp because his fingers are moving. Exploring. Finding wetness.
"Already soaked for me." He strokes through my folds with maddening slowness. "This all mine?"
The possessive question makes me wetter. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, it's yours." The admission feels dangerous. Like I'm giving him more than my body.
He rewards me by sliding one finger inside. The stretch is good but not enough. I rock against his hand, trying to get more, but he pulls back.
"Greedy." He kisses his way down my stomach. "I'm not done exploring yet."
I realize what he's about to do a second before he settles between my thighs. His shoulders force my legs wide. His breath ghosts over my clit. Then his mouth is on me and thought becomes impossible.
He works me with his tongue. Slow licks that have me squirming. Focused attention on my clit that has me gasping his name. When he adds his fingers again, stretching me open while his mouth continues its assault, I'm already climbing.
"Not yet." He pulls back just as I'm about to come. Leaves me panting and desperate and cursing.
"That's cruel."
"That's control." He kisses the inside of my thigh. Teeth grazing skin. "You'll come when I decide."
He brings me to the edge again. Then again. Each time pulling back just before I break. By the time he finally lets me fall, I'm incoherent. His name is a sob when orgasm crashesthrough me. Wave after wave while he works me through it with his tongue, wringing out the aftershocks until I'm boneless.
"Perfect." He crawls back up my body and kisses me so I can taste myself. "You're so fucking perfect when you come."
I'm still catching my breath when he strips off his shirt. Then his jeans. He's hard and thick and ready, and the sight makes my core clench with renewed need.
"I want to watch your face when I fuck you." He settles between my thighs. The head of his cock nudges my entrance. "Want to see what it does to you."
He pushes in slowly. So slowly I'm aware of the stretch. The burn of being filled. The delicious friction as my body adjusts. He doesn't look away. Holds my gaze the entire time he's sliding in until he's seated fully and we're both breathing hard.
"Jesus." The word tears from my throat. He's deep. The angle different in ways that light up nerve endings.
"Not Jesus." He pulls back just as slowly. "Magnus. Say my name."
"Magnus." It comes out breathless as he thrusts back in.
"Again." Another slow withdrawal. Another deep thrust.
"Magnus."
He sets a rhythm that's maddening. Deep strokes that hit places inside me that blur my vision. He never looks away. Never breaks eye contact. Just watches my face while he takes me apart with that controlled precision.
"You feel incredible." His voice is strained. The first crack in his control. "So tight around my cock."
The praise makes me clench around him. He groans and his hips stutter. For a moment I think he's going to lose control. Speed up. Give me the hard fucking my body is begging for.
Instead he goes slower. Changes the angle so each thrust drags across places that make me whimper. His hand slidesbetween us. Finds my clit. Circles it with just enough pressure to build sensation without pushing me over.
"Fall apart for me." His words are gravel and sin. "Let me watch you break."
"Then make me." The challenge slips out before I can stop it.
