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His tongue is hot and the dance is wild and I’m slowly self combusting. We barely get in the door and he kisses me all the way up the stairs, all of them, his hands on me. Under my shirt, touching my breasts, teasing my nipples and I can barely hold myself together to not maul him on the stairs.
Once we’re inside my apartment, we’re in the small hall and Magnus drops to his knees, tugging my jeans and panties down and then his mouth is there and I’m trapped, his mouth at my clit, his tongue laving against it, his hand coming around and sliding down past my ass, to trail along the slickness there.
“You’re so fucking wet, Zoey.” He looks up at me and his eyes glitter. I’m shaking. I don’t know what’s happening except I need this. I need him. This Magnus, the one who isn’t sweet and nice, but raw and forceful with an erotic current that buzzes in my blood.
He pulls off my shoes and clothes and I’m naked and he’s not and he uses one hand to push me back against the door and then he lifts my leg and throws it over his shoulder and he buries his face in my pussy, and I come. Just like that, I shake apart in an orgasm that leaves me weak and open and shocked.
But Magnus isn’t done. He keeps going, stoking the fires, using his tongue and teeth and fingers to bring me right up to the edge and then, still holding me, he takes that leg in one hand, the other holding me against the door, and he rises up, my leg about his waist.
We stare at each other and he says, “Why do I think you don’t get to come nearly enough? We need to fix that.”
“Magnus, you and me, I…it’s wrong.”
“I know.”
“We shouldn’t.”
“I agree.”
“You better fuck me now.”
“Try and stop me.”
I reach for his jeans and I undo them, and push them and his boxer briefs down enough to free him.
He’s gorgeous. Utterly. Big and thick and there for the taking. “I want…” I take a breath. “I want to taste you.”
“Later.”
And he kisses me, deep, rough kisses that rub me in all the right directions and he lifts me up and positions himself at my entrance. And he stops kissing me then. Magnus stares at me. We’re eye to eye and then he pushes in and I cry out because he feels so damn good.
It’s like everything I’ve ever needed, whether I knew it or not.
He starts to move. I meet him, thrust for thrust, my short nails digging into the skin of his upper arms, that hard, hot muscle. We slam together, my hips raising, thighs widening, like I need to fit more of him in me than is possible, and he moans, burying his face in my throat and starts to move harder and harder. Inside, the sweet hot pressure builds and I fly apart. I crash down over and over and over again and then he shudders, coming, too, and we stay like that for a long time.
Finally he lifts his head and I wait for him to say that was a mistake, or to apologize or something that makes me wish we hadn’t done that. Not that I think anything could.
But he just looks at me and says, “That, Zoey, was a great starter. Ready for more?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
Tomorrow. I can deal with the fallout tomorrow, but now? I want this slice of heaven. I want it desperately.
He kisses me soft and gentle and says, “Bedroom?”
“This way…”
Chapter Fifteen
Magnus
Ishould regret this, but I’ve had just enough to drink and the need for her is too strong, that I don’t.
We’re both naked and she’s utterly glorious. If this is going to be it, I’m going to make it last.
I’m not being myself. Well, actually, I’m being more myself with her than I have been. I wanted something and I went for it. And that something was Zoey.
“You have beautiful breasts,” I say. “They’re the perfect size. They fit my hand.”
