"Look at you, taking me so well. So perfect for me."
His words were like gasoline on the fire building inside me, pushing me closer to the edge with each thrust. When his hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit, I shattered around him, a cry tearing from my throat that echoed against the tile. He worked me through that orgasm and straight into another, murmuring praise against my neck where he sucked marks into my skin.
"Again," he demanded. "Give me one more, sweet girl."
"I can't," I whimpered, oversensitive and overwhelmed.
"You can," he insisted, shifting his angle slightly to hit that perfect spot inside me. "And you will. For me."
The thread between us pulsed, turning my insides molten as his pace increased. Water streamed down his face, making his eyes gleam like bloody jewels as he watched me come apart in his arms. The third orgasm made my vision white out as my body clamped down on him, wringing a groan from his chest.
"That's it," he praised, his rhythm faltering as his own release approached. "So good for m—"
His words dissolved into a growl as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside me as he came. We stayed like that for long moments, eventually, he eased me back to my feet, his hands steadying me when my knees threatened to give out.
"You okay?" he asked.
I laughed shakily. "I'm pretty sure I've ascended to another plane of existence, but otherwise, yeah. I'm good."
By the time we stepped out of the shower, I felt like a new woman. Magnur wrapped me in a plush towel and carried me back to the bedroom to get dressed.
"My dress," I suddenly remembered, glancing down at what was left of it.
"I'll buy you ten more," he promised, moving to his closet. "But for now..."
He returned with a crisp white shirt. I took it, slipping it on over my still-damp skin. The fabric was soft and smelled like him, the hem hitting mid-thigh on me, decent enough to get me home without causing a scandal.
"This will work," I conceded, rolling up the sleeves.
The elevator ride down to the garage felt surreal, things had happened so quickly but I wouldn't change anything. Being with Magnur felt as easy as breathing, I'd never felt this relaxed and happy with someone.
"Just so you understand," Magnur said as he opened the passenger door for me, "I'm only taking you home because we both have work commitments, this isn't me letting you go."
"Is that so?" I arched an eyebrow, sliding into the leather seat.
He leaned down, one hand braced on the car roof, bringing his face level with mine.
"I fully intend to return later today to pick you up," he continued as if I hadn't spoken. "Pack a bag. Stay with me for a while."
"Awfully presumptuous," I teased, though we both knew I wasn't actually objecting. "We've known each other all of twenty-four hours, and you're already asking me to move in?"
"Yes, to stay forever in fact but I'm trying to take it slow."
He closed my door and walked around to the driver's side, giving me a moment to process. Stay with him. Yeah, it wasn't exactly a tough decision.
"So," he said as he started the engine, the car purring to life beneath us, "what does your day look like?"
"Client meeting at eleven, then I need to finish up some wireframes for a new accessibility project." I gestured down at his shirt. "After I change into actual clothes, of course."
"Of course." His smile was warm as he navigated out of the garage. "You'll need a workspace at my place."
"I can work from anywhere," I assured him. "Perks of being a remote designer. But a desk would be nice."
"There's a second bedroom I use as an office," he said, eyes on the road as he smoothly merged into traffic. "We can set up a space for you there. The light is good."
I tried not to read too much into it, this casual planning for my comfort in his space. Tried and failed. "That sounds perfect."
His hand found mine on the seat between us, engulfing it completely. "I want to show you my workshop sometime. The fashion house."
