Page 62 of Magic in My Bones

But then Dorian looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and any doubts I had melted away. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he murmured, and kissed the inside of my knee. “Being so patient for me, aren't you?” Each word was punctuated with soft kisses, moving higher but never quite where I needed him most. The teasing was exquisite torture.

“Please,” I gasped, my fingers twisting in the sheets. “Dorian, please!”

“Patience, love,” he said, his voice rich with authority and affection. “Trust me to give it to you in my own time.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice. Dorian's hands caressed my thighs, gently spreading them wider. He pressed more soft kisses to the inside of each thigh, working his way higher. The anticipation was maddening, every brush of his lips sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

When Dorian's mouth finally reached my cock, I couldn't hold back a gasp. His tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive tip, and my hips bucked involuntarily. Dorian's hands steadied me, holding me in place as he took me fully into his mouth.

The wet heat of his mouth enveloped me, and I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Dorian's mouth was hot and wet, the suction enough to send jolts of pleasure coursing through my body, building a delicious tension in my core. It felt incredible, yes, but it was more than just physical. This was Dorian, the man I trusted more than anyone, worshipping my body as if it were the most precious thing in the world. There was no hesitation, no hint that he saw me as anything other than the man I truly was. His enthusiasm left no doubt. He wanted me, all of me, exactly as I was.

I whimpered, my hips straining against Dorian's firm grip as he took me deeper. The vibrations of his appreciative hum traveled through my cock, drawing a strangled moan from mythroat. My fingers tightened in his hair, tugging gently in a wordless plea for more.

Just as the pressure was building to a fever pitch, Dorian pulled away with a wet pop. I whined at the loss, my hips chasing his mouth. “What’re you doing? Don'tstop!” I pleaded, my voice breathy and desperate.

Dorian chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Oh? So you're enjoying yourself, then?” His eyes sparkled with amusement and desire as he gazed up at me from between my thighs.

“You know I am,” I groaned, propping myself up on my elbows to glare at him. “Now get back to it, you tease.”

Dorian's grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Without further preamble, he dove back in, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock before taking me fully into his mouth once more. I fell back against the pillows with a strangled moan, my back arching into the warm suction of his mouth.

His hands roamed my thighs, kneading as he worked me with his mouth. Every touch, every caress sent sparks of electricity coursing through my body. I could feel the pressure building, a delicious tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

But as incredible as it felt, I found myself aching for more. I wanted–needed–to feel Dorian inside me, to be as close to him as physically possible. The thought alone made me throb with desire.

“Dorian,” I gasped, tugging gently at his hair. “Dorian, wait.”

He pulled back immediately, concern etched across his features. “What's wrong, love?”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “I... I want you inside me,” I whispered, heat flooding my cheeks.

Dorian's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with desire. But he didn't move, his gaze searching mine. “Are you certain, mo stóirín? We don't have to rush anything.”

I nodded, reaching out to cup his face. “I'm sure. I want to feel all of you.”

A soft smile curved Dorian's lips as he leaned in to kiss me tenderly. When he pulled back, his expression was gentle but serious. “I need to ask, love…Where…”

My blush deepened, but I appreciated his careful consideration. “My, um, my front hole,” I mumbled, stumbling over the words. “Is that okay, or…”

Dorian's smile was warm and reassuring. “Of course that's okay, mo stóirín. Whatever you're comfortable with.”

His gentle acceptance made my chest ache with emotion. I pulled him down for another kiss, pouring all my gratitude and desire into it.

When we finally parted, both breathless, Dorian's eyes had darkened with desire. His voice dropped to that low, commanding tone that never failed to make me shiver. “Before we continue, I want you to promise me something.” His fingers traced my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “Promise you'll tell me what feels good. I want to hear every gasp, every moan. I want to know exactly how I affect you.”

The intensity in his eyes made heat pool in my belly. This was the side of Dorian I'd glimpsed during our previous encounters, the confident teacher who knew exactly how to guide me to pleasure. “I promise,” I whispered.

“Good lad,” he purred, and the praise sent a jolt of arousal through me. “Now, let me show you just how beautiful you are.”

I nodded, suddenly nervous again. “Will it... will it hurt?” I asked, hating how small my voice sounded.

Dorian's expression softened further. “I'll do everything I can to make sure it doesn't,” he promised. “If anything feels uncomfortable or painful, you tell me right away, okay? We can stop at any time.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

Dorian pressed a tender kiss to my forehead before reaching into his bedside drawer. He pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube, setting them on the bed beside us. My heart raced as I watched him roll the condom on.

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