“Did you think I would not use it?”she signs and returns to her stroking.
The thought of her doing such a thing in this room, right above me, makes the desire inside me turn molten.
“I hoped you might,” I whisper, thinking of all the nights I lay wondering if she was indeed relieving herself with a crystal carved and polished to match the size and shape of my cock. I wanted it to be true. Wanted her to be taking me in some way. But I still doubted she even kept it. “Where is it?” I ask, my cock twitching in her hand.
Reluctantly, she lets go of me once more and turns toward her dressing table. I’m enchanted as she walks the short distance—by the way her ass sways, the sweet cleft between her legs, the way her long legs stride so elegantly. I study her curves, the way her waist dips, the lines of muscle in her back.
She opens the top drawer and retrieves the wooden case I gifted her months ago. When she lifts the lid, the pale pink quartz nestled in its bed of red velvet, is revealed. Raina drifts her fingertips across the crystal and looks up at me with a gleam of curiosity in her gaze.
I grab the cushioned bench at the foot of her bed and move it so that the end faces the mirror. I know exactly what I want. I just hope she wants it too.
Straddling the bench, I sit and pat the empty space in front of me. “Come here. Bring the crystal.”
Her eyes widen for a moment, but after the realization of what I’m about to do sinks in, she obeys.
Without further reservation, she positions herself between my legs, the crystal clenched in her hand. I move her hair aside and kiss her shoulder, running my hands along her thighs, feeling goosebumps rise in my wake.
“Are you nervous?” She shakes her head adamantly as I cup her breasts, which makes me smile. “Excited?” I whisper, teasing her nipples, and she nods.
Gently, I cup the back of her knee and lift one leg at a time, placing each one atop mine, exposing her fully to us both in the mirror. Her chest rises and falls fast as I slip my hand between her legs again, though this time there is no barrier, nothing to stop me from feeling her. From seeing her.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” I whisper as I slide my fingers between her lips, opening her, spreading her wide, relishing the feel of her slick, hot flesh. “Look at you.” I flick my fingertip back and forth over her clit, making her flinch as she arches against me and curls her arm around my neck again. “So fucking perfect. I knew you would be.”
I have to touch her. After all this time, I have to be inside her, in any way I can.
Her eyes flutter closed as I circle her entrance, then I push a finger inside all that damp, tight heat. I stroke her first, feeling every ridge, learning her before I begin pumping in and out slowly.
“Open your eyes,” I demand. When she does, her gaze is already hazed and heady. “I want you to watch what I do to you.”
Again, so obediently, her attention lowers to where I’m touching her. It doesn’t take long until we fall into a rhythm—the punishing glide and curl of my finger, the hungry rocking of her hips. With every thrust, I can feel her need rising higher, sense her pleasure building, a flood threatening, just within my reach. But I’m not ready to give her that sweet relief. Not yet.
Withdrawing, I reach for the crystal. Raina takes a deep breath and hands it over, looking a little shaken, either from the sudden absence in her core or because she anticipates what comes next.
Or both.
I’m pleased to find the stone cock is already warm with magick. Perhaps my little trick at Wendolyn’s shop worked after all. I have to know.
“Does it vibrate?” I inquire. “When you command it?”
“Gods, yes,”she signs, and I smile.
“Well, that’smymagick, and tonight, I command it, all right? No vibrating until I say so.”
She nods submissively. It makes me desperate to pleasure her.
The rush of want that courses through me the moment I run the head of the crystal between Raina’s glistening lips is inexplicable. Her arm falls, and she grips my thighs, bracing herself.
“Relax, love. I’ll be gentle.”
And I am. I take my time teasing her, sliding the wide tip up and down, getting it wet, circling it around her clit, edging her toward bliss but guiding her back down before we get too close. When it’s time, I want her wild with passion and need, thrashing with an orgasm the likes of which she has never imagined. I want to watch as she shatters into oblivion, a memory I know I will never lose.
Carefully, I slide the crystal inside her. Just the head at first. I think to be easy, but she begins rocking again, greedily taking the cock into her body broad inch by broad inch, fucking it, showing me just how comfortable she’s become with this version of me.
“That’s a good girl. Fuck that lovely pussy.”
I don’t expect her to buck harder and faster, but she does, as though my words drive her.
I pump the crystal deeper and nip at her ear, teasing her nipple with my other hand as she rides. But it isn’t long before I can watch no longer. When I pull the crystal free from her body, I’m met with an almost scathing glare. I smile and lift her knees off mine before standing, only to move before her spread legs and kneel like a sinner at a god’s altar, ready to bow and worship.
