Page 35 of Moonlit Alexandrite

Dion lapped gently at me, rubbing his stubbled jaw along the crease of my thigh as I came down from the high. I shuddered at the aftershocks and caught a wicked gleam in his eye as he bit down hard and sent me over the edge for a second time.

He pushed a second and third finger inside of me, and the stretch kept the waves of pleasure from abating for a long time.

I was jello. Unsure if I could move from my starfish position, it occurred to me I did not know where the owner of this building could be. I couldn’t bring myself to care about the consequences if we were to be caught in this moment. Dion rose over me on his knees and made a show of licking each of the fingers I had just come all over. I’m sure I should have blushed, but the sight did nothing but fan the flames of my arousal higher.

“Do you want more?” he asked with a wicked grin. Of course I wanted more. I wasn’t sure I could move currently, but I certainly didn’t want to stop. Reading my expression, Dion reached between his shoulder blades and slipped his t-shirt over his head. How did guys make that look so effortless, anyway? I had tried it, and the fabric always caught on my boobs. Not sexy at all, let me tell you.

It was around this time I realized that while I was stark naked and writhing in my own juices, Dion was completely put together. Something about that seemed so unfair that, with a herculean effort, I heaved myself gracelessly to my knees and shoved my hand down his boxers.

Yes, it was forward, and utterly tactless, but the groan that left him as I began to stroke, cleared any doubt that this was a good idea from my mind.

Dion worked around me to shuck the rest of his clothing and, when he was naked, rocked his hips into my grip with gentle thrusts. He allowed me to explore, but it was obvious he was used to being in control. Finally, he reached his breaking point and grasped my wrist in a light hold.

“You’re going to ride me, Princess, that way you can control the speed and depth. I want you to enjoy this, and I’m not small.”

He lay down where I had been and held a hand to me to climb on. I straddled his hips, watching the expression of wonder on his face as I towered above him. In this position, I felt powerful. With gentle hands, he guided my hips until the blunt head of his cock nudged at my entrance. I sank down on him slowly, marveling at the stretch. It felt painful and wonderful by turns, and I was thankful Dion had insisted on my controlling this first time.

“Babe, I’m not going to lie, Ren told me about the blowjob. Whatever you do, don’t try and bounce on me, okay?” I paused. I had been about to ride him like a damn hoppity hop. That wasn’t how you did it?

Using a firm hand, he showed me how to move and the slide caused the most incredible feelings of friction. As I got the hang of things, I moved faster, harder and felt my succubus unfurl inside me. Shit, I hoped she wouldn’t hurt Dion.

“You smell amazing, Princess,” Dion murmured as he began driving his hips up off the ground to meet me. It was sweaty and rough and perfect as we found synchronicity, and a moment later, I was crashing into another climax that took my vision and loosened my limbs. With a harsh growl, Dion followed me over the edge, pulling me tightly to him as he pumped into me through his release.

I tried to roll off him, but found myself unable to move as we both struggled to catch our breaths.

“Don’t leave,” he panted.

I buried my face in his chest, inhaling the sweet smell of sweat, and whispered, “I won’t if you won’t.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lex

My skin felt alive, every part of me buzzing as I pulled my clothes back into place. I couldn’t really describe what I was feeling except that if someone needed me to bench press a car? Move a piano? Open a jar with a tough lid? I was your girl.

From the corner of my eye, I caught Dion watching me closely. I grinned at him and stole his shirt from the ground before he could pull it back on.

“Ah-ah, I’m enjoying the view too much.”

The soft huff of breath and the flush that darkened his cheeks did all kinds of things to the full heart I was rocking.

We wandered out of the academy and, when I would have headed for the bike, Dion took my hand gently.

“I’d like you to meet someone.”

I followed silently as he led me down to the shores of the loch where the most amazing sight met us. An enormous bird, the same flamboyant color as the building behind us, tossed a fish down its gullet before completely submerging its head again.

“She’ll be done in a minute if you don’t mind waiting.” Dion pushed his glasses up and gestured toward a flat rock nearby.

So cute.

With a small smile, I accepted his invitation and sat down to wait.

It was peaceful out here. The afternoon sun glowed on the horizon, and small birds raced this way and that above our heads, occasionally diving for bugs resting on the surface of the loch. The gentle lap of the water against the shore, coupled with the warmth of the rock, lulled me. I heaved a sigh of contentment and lowered onto my elbows.

“You’re different in quiet moments,” Dion observed quietly.

I quirked a quizzical eyebrow at him.

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