Page 46 of Phoenix Academy: Mayhem

"More than."

So he does, thrusting his hips and groaning as he falls forward onto me and pulls my body against him. I gasp and whimper, moan and groan at the strokes of his cock in my pussy. My body warms up and relaxes around his shaft with each deep stroke of his hardness inside me.

Looking up into the night sky, his braids a black curtain around me, I feel more alive and aching than I've ever been.

Xavier rapidly fucks towards his climax, grinding and stroking inside me. His fingers reach out and rub against my clit until I'm shaking and coming around him, my body clenching on his with desire. His plush lips press against my mouth, and he moans wildly, shaking from head to toe as he releases his orgasm inside me. The dry leaves sigh and shiver beneath our wild bodies.

Afterwards, as his cum empties and he relaxes on top of me, a chill skitters across my skin. So Xavier rolls off me and eases my clothes onto my body, the two of us laughing as I find leaves and sticks in my blue hair. When my pajama pants are back on, he sneaks his fingers beneath their waistband and shoves them between my thighs, feeling the slickness of his release there, his touch probing my clit until I shiver with aftershocks of pleasure.

In a small voice, he realizes aloud, "We weren't careful."

A second chill skates across my skin at the meaning of his words. All this time, even as my body was raw and hungry with the difference in a real touch in the real world, I forgot the consequences of that. I got so used to our wild, careless fucking in Hell that every lesson my mother taught me left my head.

"It's okay," I reassure him, kissing his worried face. "There are witch spells for that."

"It shouldn't all be on you," he says, frowning a little in disappointment at himself. "I should've thought."

"Neither of us were thinking much. If we had been, you wouldn't have this in your braids." I pluck a bright red leaf out and show it to him before letting it fall to the ground. "Don't worry about it, Xavier. A little moon tea and I'll be fine. Besides... would it be the worst thing that ever happened?"

"I guess not." A crooked smile lights up his face, and he pulls his hand away so he can put his sweatpants back on. "The worst thing to ever happen probably involves David and cooking. He once tried to make a lasagna using salsa instead of tomato sauce because he didn't want to go to the store. Coming in you can't be that bad."

A second voice drifts out of the darkness. "As long as I get my shot to come in her first, I promise not to cook anything at all."

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