Page 28 of Magnus
A fact Magnus took full advantage of as he lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders before moving closer.
Sapphie was already so aroused, she knew her juices were wetting her folds, and her clit was an aching throb.
“Beautiful,” Magnus admired gruffly, his large fingers probing and then parting the lips of her pussy. “A fucking work of art,” he groaned, his breath warm against her sensitive flesh. “I could sit and look at you all day, but I’d rather do this.”Thisinvolved the heat of his mouth closing fully about Sapphie’s clit.
She barely had time to thinkI’ve never felt this pleasure before, quickly followed bythat’s because Marco didn’t like oral sex unless it was me doing it to him. Before the moist rasp of Magnus’s tongue lashed against her clit, and she ceased to be able to think at all as she felt the erotic rasp of his beard against her sensitive flesh.
Those sensations sent her over the edge into an orgasm so long and intense, it caused her whole body to quake and bright sparks of color to explode behind her closed lids.
But it was only the first of many pleasurable climaxes.
Magnus’s tongue and fingers became remorseless after that first release, licking and arousing her again and again, his tongue and then his fingers plunging into the tightness of her channel. She gasped when those fingers located and stroked against her G-spot, sending her spiraling up into an even fiercer climax.
After that, Sapphie lost count of how many times she climaxed. She could only lie back on the leather bench and take all the ecstasy Magnus seemed so focused on giving her.
She loved every minute of it. Every kiss. Every caress. Every ounce of unselfish pleasure Magnus gave her.
She wanted to give him that same pleasure. She might not have the experience Magnus obviously did, but she hoped she wasn’t a selfish lover.
She sat up on the bench, her hands gripping his shoulders so she could push him back and see his face.
His cheeks were flushed, green eyes still fiery, and Sapphie felt the warmth of the blush on her cheeks at seeing her juices glistening on his lips and beard.
“I want to pleasure you now,” she told him huskily.
And Magnus wanted that too,more than he wanted his next breath. But he really was disgustingly sweaty, even more so after enjoying Sapphie.
Not that he regretted that in the slightest. Sapphie tasted delicious. Addictively so. Magnus knew he could happily live on her juices for the rest of his life.
“Let’s take that shower together first.” He helped her to stand up, his fingers tightening about her arm to steady her when she swayed slightly.
“Sorry.” The color deepened in her cheeks. “I— That was— I’ve never— My legs feel like they’re made of jelly,” she admitted self-derisively.
Magnus grinned. “I would consider myself to be an inconsiderate lover if they weren’t.”
“I wouldn’t know. I mean…” She broke off with a wince. “I’m okay now.” She purposefully moved her arm out of his grip to step away from him to bend and collect her shorts before pulling them on.
Magnus eyed her searchingly, totally aware that Sapphie was deliberately avoiding meeting his gaze. The heightened color in her cheeks said that was because she was embarrassed. “Sapphie, have you ever had oral sex before?” Because she was certainly behaving as if she hadn’t.
“Yes! No. I… Marco liked it. Performed on him, I mean. Not him doing it. He didn’t like that so much… Oh hell!” She gave an impatient shake of her head. “Can we just change the subject to something less…intimate?” she pleaded.
“Less…intimate?” Magnus echoed doubtfully.
She cringed. “To me.”
“I think what we just did together was very fucking intimate.”
“Yes, but we don’t have to have a postmortem about it.”
“Do you regret what just happened?”
“No!” Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked up at him. “It was amazing. I had never realized how much more… No, I don’t regret a moment of it.” Those tears fell over her lashes and down her cheeks.
“How much more?”
“I can’t do this,” she choked out.
“It’s okay.” Magnus tenderly cupped her cheeks to brush the tears away. “I can see that you’re uncomfortable, so we’ll do this a different way.”
