"I want to taste you," I told him, looking up the impressive landscape of his torso to meet his eyes. "Is that okay?"
Instead of answering, he reached down and swept the sheet away, exposing both of us to the morning light. One large hand cupped my cheek before sliding into my hair, fingers threading through the short strands.
"Yes," he finally said. "Show me how badly you want it."
A thrill ran through me at the command in his tone. I maintained eye contact as I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to trace the head of his cock in a slow circle. His sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement I needed. I took him into my mouth, the weight of him heavy on my tongue, the taste of him intoxicating, his fingers tightened in my hair, guiding my movements as I worked more of him into my mouth.
"That's it," he growled, his eyes never leaving mine. "Take as much as you can, sweet girl."
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, using my hand to work what wouldn't fit in my mouth.
"Don't look away," he commanded when my eyes threatened to close in concentration. "I want to see you enjoying this. I want to watch you worship my cock with that pretty mouth."
I moaned around him, the vibration making him hiss. His grip in my hair tightened, setting a pace that had me taking him deeper with each downstroke.
"So good," he praised, his voice strained. "Such a perfect mate, taking me so well.
I doubled my efforts, my free hand moving to cup his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers. His thighs tensed, a growl building in his chest that I could feel through my palm pressed against his abdomen.
"I'm going to come," he warned, the words barely human. "And you're going to swallow every drop."
When he finally came, it was with a roar that probably woke his neighbors, his hand holding me firmly in place as he pulsed against my tongue. I swallowed everything, just as he'd commanded, maintaining eye contact through it all, watching the pleasure transform his face into something beautiful and terrifying.
As the last shudders passed through him, his grip in my hair gentled, fingers massaging my scalp in silent praise. I released him slowly, pressing one last kiss to the head of his cock before sliding back up his body.
"Good morning to you too," I said with a grin.
His answering laugh was rough and rich and impossibly sexy. "Indeed it is," he agreed, pulling me up for a kiss.
Magnur's bathroom was exactly what I would have expected, ridiculously luxurious. The shower alone was bigger than my kitchen, with multiple showerheads, a built-in bench, and floor-to-ceiling glass.
"You look like you're enjoying yourself," Magnur observed.
"I'm trying to figure out how to fit this shower into my apartment," I replied. "I think I'd just have to knock down all the walls and accept that I live in a bathroom now."
His laugh echoed against the tile. He reached past me for a bottle of body wash, the movement bringing his chest flush against my back. I felt the hard length of him press against my lower back, already recovered from our bedroom activities.
"Insatiable," I murmured, leaning back into him.
"Only for you." He squeezed some of the soap into his palm before setting the bottle aside. "Turn around."
I obeyed, facing him as his large hands began to work the soap into a lather across my shoulders and down my arms. When his hands moved to my breasts, the pretense of cleaning disappeared entirely. He cupped them, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.
"You're supposed to be washing me," I pointed out breathlessly, "not starting something we don't have time to finish."
"Who says we don't have time?"
Before I could respond, he was lifting me and pressing my back against the cool tile wall. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.
"I'm going to fill this pretty pussy," he growled, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance, "so full you'll feel me all day long."
"Yes," I gasped, digging my heels into his lower back, urging him forward.
He entered me in one smooth thrust that knocked the breath from my lungs. He held still for a moment, letting my body adjust, his forehead pressed against mine as we shared breath in the steamy air.
"Mine," he murmured, and then he began to move.
Each thrust drove me higher up the wall before gravity brought me back down onto him, impaling me deeper each time. The angle was perfect, hitting spots inside me that had me seeing stars. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging hard enough to leave marks that would fade all too quickly.
