All she wanted to do was come, but not like this. She wanted his cock buried inside her. She wanted to come while wrapped around him.
“Please,” she moaned.
“What?” he asked, kissing her quivering thigh. “What do you want?”
“I want you, Magnus,” she said breathlessly. “I want you inside me.”
He chuckled and scooped her up into his arms. He carried her to the elevator, kissing her as her body trembled, wanting more. Her pulse thrumming with need. The elevator ride down to his apartment in the basement was short. He kicked open the door and then floated to the bed, setting her down. She removed her dress and bra, her body aching for him.
His red eyes focused on her intensely, making her body react with anticipation of what was to come. She leaned forward and helped him undress because there was no way she was going to be the only one naked.
“Do you want me to get protection?” he asked, kissing her softly on the lips as she undid his shirt buttons.
“No need. I just need you,” she moaned against his lips as she peeled the shirt off his shoulders, reveling in touching all his muscles.
He pulled down his pants. His large cock was hard, and she wrapped her hand around it, stroking him.
“By Odin, Mercedes,” he groaned.
“As much as I want to taste you, I’m burning with need.” In fact, she could see the smoke rising from her skin.
He chuckled. “You are, and I am too.”
Magnus grabbed a bottle of lube, and she laid back as he rubbed the cool liquid into her folds. Just that simple touch made her smolder, and she couldn’t recall wanting someone so badly before. Of course, at the moment she couldn’t even really remember her name as she arched her back, pressing her core against his hand.
He leaned over her, his cock at her entrance and his thick forearms braced on either side of her head. He eased into her slowly. It was sensual torture as he filled her. The tight, tinglingneed for pressure drew her fingers to her clit, her eyelids fluttering closed as she circled and rubbed it.
He growled. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
“What?” she whispered.
“Touching yourself.”
She grinned and he sank deeper, making her moan as she bucked her hips, urging him to take her, to fuck her, but he was slow with his thrusts.
“You’re so wet,” he grunted.
“Is this how you get your revenge on me?” she teased. “Torturing me.”
He laughed softly. “You want more?”
“Oh yes.”
Magnus gripped her hips and quickened his pace, pumping in and out of her. His thumb replaced her fingers, stroking her clit as he rode her hard, just like she wanted.
Her orgasm bloomed deep inside her. Intense, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. The lights in his room hummed and flickered as she came, squeezing him. The lights zapped, and then all burnt out.
“Ah, fuck,” he cried out, his thrusts shallow, his body tight against her as he came. Magnus let go of her hips and the bed dipped as he landed beside her. She curled up against him.
“So much for dinner,” she teased. “We can’t seem to get through a meal.”
“No, but this was definitely better.”
She laughed softly. “Sorry about the lights. I think that I might’ve blown them up.”
“I don’t give a shit about the lights.” He ran his hands along her back. “I don’t need the lights on to be with you. I like feeling my way in the dark.”
“Well, since you like to feel things in the dark, it’s now my turn to make it up to you for wrecking your dinner and your lights.”
