Page 35 of Ravished By Magic

I could show him a good dream.

Trying not to move him too much, I inched lower, taking the blanket with me. He was just perfect, standing at attention, as if he was calling to me.

I gripped him in my fist, making small movements upward. He fidgeted, and I smiled. My smile grew as I leaned forward, licking his tip. Mmm. I closed my eyes, doing it again and again. He moaned, and I peeked at him. His eyes were still closed, but his hips came up in slow but sure pumps.

God, yes. I placed my lips around him and urged him into my mouth.

He made a soft moan which only egged me on.

I took all of him inside, fisting him into my mouth. His eyes flew open. He stared down at me in awe, and I smiled, pulling up and then back down over him again.

“Jesus fuck, Norah.” His hands came to rest in my hair, his eyes zeroing in on mine as I took him in my mouth again. In the air, his cinnamon and my sugar mixed, creating an almost aphrodisiac as I worked him upwards. He made small movements into my mouth. When he lifted his hips, I slid a hand under and played with his balls, fondling them until he was short of breath.

“Tell me when,” I told him.

He nodded. “Close,” he said, barely able to get the words out.

I quickened the pace, easing him in and out of my mouth with my lips securely locked around his hard ridges until his hips never went back on the couch cushions.

“Now,” he said. “Fuck, now.”

He went to push me away, but I gripped him tighter. His eyes widened as I flicked my tongue over his tip catching his cum as it flowed into my mouth. He pulsed inside me, his orgasm drawing out, as he chanted my name. When he finished, I swallowed what I had and then licked him before placing the blanket back over him and resuming my position next to him.

I laid my head on his beating chest, playing my fingers over the area where his heart beat the loudest.

“Are you serious?” he asked. “That’s that?”

“I just wanted to say good morning.”

“It’s not morning. We’ve barely slept, Norah.”

“Oh, then maybe ‘happy sleep’? I’m glad you stopped being a douchebag for a whole day, so we could finally do this. It was a present for not being an asshole. Yeah, that’s what it was.”

His green eyes flared, and a teasing grin pulled at his lips. He moved on top of me and kissed his way down my chest, pausing to play with my breasts. “I wish you hadn’t made me come, I would’ve liked to be inside you again.”

“Oh, you wish I hadn’t given you a blow job? Really?”

His grin widened. “Okay, I’m only partly lying. That was the absolute best way to get woken up. What I’m saying is, I wish it was still physically possible to pleasure you with my cock. You’ll just have to settle for my tongue.”

He parted my legs, and I grinned as he kissed a trail over my stomach to the area between my legs. His nose nuzzled me as he licked, just barely taking a taste. “Mmm, sugar. Sweet.”

His mouth sealed onto me. My hips pitched forward as I dug my fingers into the cushions. He went for it right off the bat, not easing into anything. He pushed his tongue inside me, dipping in and out and then trailing upward over my clit.

“Oh fuck.”

“I know you like that.”

Even though I wanted to wrap my fingers into his hair, I kept them gripped into the cushions, wanting him to be in charge of this. He was doing a damn good job already. He wrapped one of my legs over his shoulder, then the next, then almost completely disappeared between my legs. He sucked, licked, kissed me there until I screamed. Then, he kept going, my cries urging him on.

“Yes. Tell me,” he demanded. “How fucking good are we together?”

“Oh fuck,” I said, my head dropping back. He was right. “So fucking good.”

“Tell me how good I am.”

My eyes bugged out of my head. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He pulled his tongue away. “No.” He gave me a quick, teasing lick. “Tell me how good I am.”

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