“You are not.” I kiss her and fondle her breasts, feeling their weight and stroking her nipples. Her breathing goes uneven against my mouth.
I lay her back on the bed of fronds.
I take my time untying her skirt and pulling off her panties, and when she’s bare, I just look at her again, every inch of her from the curve of her hip, to the soft swell of her stomach, and the dark thatch of hair between her thighs.
“You have a pretty pussy.”
She giggles softly. “You really need to get laid more often, Magma.”
The thought of fucking someone else gets my beast all riled up. I know he’ll calm down once we’re back on Draig.
The thought of anyone else touching her makes me see red.
Easy!I tell my beast.
I kneel between her legs and press a kiss to the inside of her knee. Then higher. Then higher still, until I reach her pussy. I put my mouth on her, suckling on her clit, working it gently until her hips start to roll against my mouth on their own. I slide one finger inside her, then a second, and I keep my rhythm patient, even as her hand fists in my hair and her thighs start to tremble around my head.
Then I lave at her clit with the flat of my tongue before suckling it again. Her breath goes all ragged, and her hips jerk harder.
“Magma.” My name comes out broken.
I don’t stop.
I lave and suckle, working my fingers in and out of her until she comes apart under my mouth, her back arching, her hand pressed hard over her mouth to keep the sound contained. I staywith her through every shudder of it, gentling my tongue as the waves ease, until she goes soft and loose beneath me.
“Damn, but you’re good at that,” she whispers.
“I’m rusty.”
“That’s rusty?” she pants.
“Yep.”
I crawl over her, taking my weight on my forearms.
“Hi,” she whispers, and there’s a smile in it now, small and a little dazed.
“Hi.” I brush a strand of hair off her face. “Put your legs around me. I want your knees by your ears.”
She does as I say.
“I didn’t realize I was this flexible.”
I notch myself at her entrance and watch her face as I push in, slow, giving her time to adjust around me. Her mouth falls open on a silent breath.
“I also didn’t think I could take a cock as big as yours.”
“You take me so good,” I grind out, sweat beading on my forehead as I keep pushing into her, inch by agonizing inch.
Her breath is ragged. Her eyes are hooded.
I go still once I’m fully seated. I want to roar and to pound into her, but I’m not doing that again. I’m going to be a gentleman if it fucking kills me.
“You feel incredible,” I tell her, my voice rough.
She whimpers, her nails digging into my back.
I start to move. Slow, at first, moving in deep, deliberate strokes. Her body opening for mine, just the quiet drag of pleasure building between us in the dark.
