Page 40 of Magnus
“I think there’s less chance of Angel walking in on us if we go to your bedroom. But I’ll still hear her if she wakes up and needs me.” She picked up the child monitor from where she had placed it on the coffee table earlier, along with her discarded jeans.
Magnus stood. “Fine.”
Sapphie could feel the heat of his gaze on her bottom as she walked to the door. “One other thing.” She turned to face him. “When we get there, we’re both going to get completely naked.”
“Fuck!” Magnus breathed raggedly.
She grinned at the flush in his cheeks and the unmistakable heat in his eyes. “We might get to that too—” Her words came to an abrupt halt as Magnus placed his fingers against her lips.
“I will only ever make love to you, I will never fuck you,” he assured.
“Unless I ask you to?” she challenged.
He studied her face intently before answering. “Unless you ask me to,” he echoed. “In which case, I will happily fuck you until you scream for mercy.”
“That’s always supposing I do.” Sapphie smiled at him before turning to walk down the hallway to the bedroom she knew was Magnus’s. And if she put a little extra sway to her hips, knowing that hot green gaze was still fixated on her, then she had absolutely no regrets for doing so.
Her shyness returned once they had entered Magnus’s bedroom. The walls were decorated in an array of blues and grays, from dark blue to the palest gray. There was a duvet and throw pillows in the same shades on the king-size bed. She looked at the adjoining bathroom through the open doorway. It was almost as big as the bedroom, a huge shower unit with at least a dozen jets at one end of the room, twin sinks in the middle, and a huge sunken bath she was sure could accommodate at least a dozen people at the other.
“Do you throw orgies in there?” she teased to hide her nervousness.
Magnus stepped forward before lifting one of his hands to cup her heated cheek. “No one else, no other woman, has ever been in my bedroom with me in this apartment or the one in New York. I consider them my private spaces. I’ve only ever welcomed you and Angel here. Just as only you are welcome in my bathroom and bedroom. In the bath, shower, or my bed. With or without me.”
Whoa. Although she hadn’t asked him that, Sapphie couldn’t deny being pleased with his answer. His very specific answer. Because he didn’t want there to be any doubt in her mind that she was special to him.
Whether she was special enough for their relationship to continue after their current situation had been resolved, one way or another, Sapphie had no idea. But she had lived with uncertainty for the whole of the past two years, she would continue to do so now if it meant she could be with Magnus.
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Clothes off. Now.”
A sensual smile curved his lips as he pulled the Henley over his head and dropped it to the carpeted floor. Revealing that muscular chest covered in a fine sheen of dark hair.
“I think I like it when you’re bossy. My cock certainly does.” He gave a rueful glance at the bulge of his arousal as he removed his boots before unfastening the button on his jeans and sliding the zip down. “I like you even more when you’re naked,” he admired as he watched her remove the rest of her clothes.
Sapphie stopped breathing as she, in turn, watched him push the jeans, then his boxers, down his long legs before stepping out of both of them. When he straightened, he was standing before her completely and gloriously, naked.
Magnus was, as Sapphie had thought the first time she saw him, BIG. All-over big!
His six-foot-four-inch frame was all defined muscles in his chest, arms, and abdomen, his legs long and powerful. His engorged cock, and the heavy sac beneath, were completely in proportion to that build. At least eight inches long, his cock was so thick around, Sapphie doubted she would be able to encircle it completely with one hand. Defined and throbbing veins ran along its length, the mushroomed top a swollen purple and slick with the juices escaping from the slit at the top.
Sapphie wanted to lick it as if it were a popsicle in danger of melting!
She also wanted to suck, one at a time, those heavy balls lightly furred with dark hair, into the heat of her mouth.
“Ah-ah,” Magnus chided, grasping her arm as she would have sunk to the floor at his feet to do exactly that. “Punishment before pleasure.”
“You know, if we lie on the bed with me facing the bottom of the bed and you the top, I could suck your cock at the same time as you’re spanking my bottom.”
“So you could.” Magnus’s eyes had darkened, obviously liking that suggestion. “But you could also bite my cock off in reaction when the first smack lands.”
He had a point, Sapphie admitted ruefully. “Ten, you said?”
He nodded. “Ten.” He sat at the bottom of the bed, legs spread wide to accommodate those heavy balls, his erect cock reaching as high as his navel.
Sapphie drew in a hissing breath as she laid herself across his naked thighs and felt his heated skin against her abdomen and thighs. Her breasts hung over his thighs, aching and aroused, the nipples pointing to the carpeted floor and painfully engorged.
“I really wanted to take my time with this,” Magnus murmured as he put an arm across her back to keep her in place. “But the quicker it’s over, the sooner I can suck your nipples and then play with them as I eat your pussy.”
Sapphie was so hot, every part of her sensitized, it felt as if she was about to combust. “Then do it,” she instructed fiercely. “Just do it!”
