He takes his hand from my hair and swirls his arm behind me. When he drops, my butt hits something solid, but soft. I look back to see a replica of our bed in the middle of the forest.
“Lie back,” he says.
I unlock my arms from his neck and let myself drift onto the sheets. Bastian pushes my skirt up to my waist and hooks his fingers in my stockings, pulling them down with ease. He kneels between my legs, licking his lips like a man about to feast.
“I have never done this,” he says. “But I would like to, with you.”
My heart thunders in my ears as I watch him between my thighs. His hands rub up and down my calves as he watches me, trepidation in his gaze. Rejection is on my tongue but why? He’s not any other man I’ve been with. He doesn’t come to me with judgement or shame. He comes with love.
I nod again, unable to find words.
His expression grows very serious as he tugs down my panties, like he’s concentrating.
“Tell me if…” He bites his lips and looks up at me. “If I’m doing it wrong.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
He pulls my heels over his shoulders and spreads my thighs, kissing each in turn. His fingers spread me open and he moves in without a second thought.
I tense at the pressure of his tongue against my opening as it slides up to my clit. He moves over me again, painting a long line through me. Again and again, he just licks from opening to apex in a rhythm that sets the pace. It’s not fast, it’s not hurrying to get through this and onto something better. He’s just here, and so am I, doingthis.
Somewhere around thirty licks I stop counting and anticipating his next move, falling into the sensation of feeling instead. I slide my hand through his hair, touching the rough, broken horns on each side of his head. The jagged edges are in sharp contrast to the soft lapping of his mouth at my center.
He licks, and licks, the constant pressure and consistent pace putting my head in a strange delirium. I moan and fist his hair when the sensation builds, uncontrollable or containable. Bastian groans at the reaction, increasing the pressure and pace.
He pauses the long strokes to flick my clit, then sucks it into his mouth. I pull in a deep breath from the leap in sensation, the tender flesh overwhelmed by his attention. My thighs come together and he growls deeply into my lap, relishing the pressure I put on him.
My hips begin to thrust and gyrate, mindless motions for a meditative existence of licks, and flicks, and sucks. I pant out heady moansinto the trees as I ride the edge of my orgasm. Then, I feel Bastian’s finger press against my opening.
I grunt in confirmation, begging to be filled by him. His finger slides into me easily, hitting everything I need on the way. The friction of his pad along my top wall when he pulls out to the tip has me losing my mind.
He thrusts into me with metronomic intensity that breaks the barrier between me and pure bliss. I moan, my pleasure bouncing between the trees around us as I come undone. Bastian circles my clit, slowing his affections but not stopping, forcing me to live out every ounce of pleasure that can be wrung free.
When I’m shivering and tense, he finally stops, a huge smile spread over his face that exposes his fangs.
“Your books are very informative,” he says, then licks his lips.
I giggle, my body curled tight with the aftershocks. “Is that so?”
“Mhmm,” he hums. “And they told me that you can easily have another orgasm in moments, so…”
My panties and stockings are pulled free and the bed disappears below me. I scramble to grab anything but before I touch the ground, Bastian has pulled me into the air. I yelp again, fisting his hair as he pushes me into the stratosphere with my legs wrapped around his shoulders.
“Bastian, no!” I scream.
“Better get that magic working, Kitty, or everyone’s going to watch you come,” he says.
Fuck!
I glance around to see the harbor town nearby and houses smattered in between. I force my magic down my arms and will it to conceal us.
Clouds. We’re just clouds.
Orange mists around us and we’re encased in white.
Oh shit, I can’t see! He can’t see!
He makes a muffled laugh. “We’re fine.”
