“Yeah. Can I please do that?”
“There’s no part of me that I don’t want you to touch and taste. If you want it, I want it.”
“I want it.” He guides my jeans down my legs, then hooks his hands under my panties. He doesn’t immediately strip them away. He has to take a deep breath before he does it. I watch his face, and I know how hard he’s fighting for control. “I seriously do. I’m not just trying to reciprocate because I think that’s the gentlemanly thing to do after you give me an offer to eat my ass.”
He’s funny. I didn’t anticipate him being hilarious in bed. I like that. I likelearningthis with him. I did feel bad, and I did feel pressure when I first learned that he’d never done this with anyone, but after the first day of thinking about it, that feeling dimmed. Every time we kiss, and every time we touch, or just get close, I think more and more about this being Wizard and him being his own amazing person.
He didn’t build himself around me. He didn’t rise or fall because of me. He existed separately. He had his own life. He loved his life. He didn’t blame me. He wasn’t waiting, exactly. He was living hard, doing his best, loving life and having his own experiences. Our paths converged and I ended up back where I was always meant to be.
And just because he hasn’t done anything with another person doesn’t mean he’s inexperienced. I know my own body better than anyone else. Before, I might have added,ever will,but not now, because I want Wizard to know it. I want him to know me better than I do, in every sense.
I’m nervous, and that’s okay. I don’t feel tense and I don’t feel rushed. I want this, not because anything is expected, but because it feels right with Wizard. His sense of humor is right. His soft, sweet, earnest expression as he looks up into my face before he pulls my panties down, is right. His cute little inhale and the way his face changes, crashing into reverence when he looks at me, is right.
I was never alive in the momentperson, but right now, it’s just Wizard and me, this bed, this room, half naked, skin to skin. There’s absolutely nothing else.
Wizard kisses along my leg crease and then up to my belly. He’s not teasing. He’s mapping. Learning. Discovering. Itmakes me half wild. I dig my hands into his hair and hold on. Every kiss sends shivers racing through me. I’m burning from the roots of my hair all the way down to my toes, but I’m also a mess of shivers and goosebumps.
I let my legs fall open, a blatant invitation.
He lowers his face. He doesn’t hesitate. I already told him that I want what he wants, and it’s hot as hell to realize that what he wants is to shove his hands under my ass, drag my hips to his face and spread me open. His tongue traces the seam of me. I’m so wet that it’s loud, but judging by the way Wizard moans against my skin, he likes that. He likes loud and messy, and that’s exactly the way he dives in.
He licks me from my clit all the way to my entrance, digging his nose into my slit, flattening his tongue before it dives into my entrance.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunts. “Holy fuck, Esme.”
His hips grind into the bed. He’s not on his knees. He’s flat on the mattress with his arms tucked underneath of me, lifting me into the air. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks. If they slipped just an inch away from where they are, they’d end up in my other hole.
He grinds into the bed while he eats me loudly. I scrabble to get my feet underneath of me, and when I do, I push up into his face. I can’t keep my hips still. His tongue goes so far up inside of me that I actually feel filled by him. It makes me greedy. I want more. I want all of him. His cock is long and thick. I want him stretching me. I’m so turned on that I can picture him flipping me over onto my stomach, spilling that bottle of massage oil down his erect cock, and filling my ass. Despite all the ass talk, I’ve never been into it. No one has ever touched methere, myself included. In my head, I like being pinned down to the bed, Wizard’s massive weight on top of me, him dragging my hips into the air while he fills me. In my mind, I’d beg him for his fingers too, because I’d want to be stuffed full of him in every way.
I just about come from those slightly scandalous thoughts. I’m not being careful with Wizard’s hair. I ball them my hands into the sheets instead. My hips are doing whatever they want to do. I have no say in how they arch up, frantic for Wizard’s touch. He doesn’t just fuck me with his tongue. He sucks at my entrance, kissing me. If he was doing that on my clit, I would have exploded a long time ago. I’m glad he hasn’t. I don’t mind coming once and then trying for more orgasms, and I have no doubt it’ll be a great time, but I want this first one to last a little bit longer.
“Esme,” Wizard pants against me. “Fuck, fuck!” He thrusts his hand between himself and the bed. He rises up onto his knees and tears down his boxers, grabbing his cock at the base and squeezing ruthlessly to try and cut his orgasm off, but it doesn’t work.
I wrench myself down the bed, so that I can catch most of his come when it spurts from his tip. Hot jets land on my legs, my stomach, and shoot over my tank top. A good portion of the next bit lands lower, between my legs.
“Oh my god…” Wizard’s head droops. “I’m sorry. I need to get a cock ring or something. Doesn’t that make it last a long time?”
“Sweetheart.” I smear his come over my stomach, rubbing it into my skin. The term of endearment brings Wizard’s head up sharply. “Buy one or don’t buy one. I love this with you.”
He watches his come slowly disappear into my belly as I work it in like lotion. We both study his cock. He’s still raging hard.
“Can I finish that soon? I need to get you in the bath and clean you up.”
I smile up at him, at his sparkling, earnest eyes and all his radiant beauty. “You can do anything. We have all night.”
Chapter 23
Wizard
We might have all night, but I still feel like there’s a certain amount of redeeming myself for my hair trigger climaxes that I’d like to do. Or maybe… just… fuck it. If I come so many times that I’m so drained I can’t possibly come again, that’s okay. Esme planned this whole thing for us so we could get away and be together. Mostly justbe. Nothing has to be perfect. It just has to beus.
Esme fills the tub while I get the champagne out of the fridge. I’m not really an alcohol person. I don’t have much more than a beer at the clubhouse. I need to be sober to do my job. I don’t mind beer, but I always thought the hard stuff was pretty gross. Champagne? I wouldn’t know the good stuff from the cheapest bottle.
I do know, as I wind off the foil and pop the cork, that tasting this right alongside Esme, if I can get creative enough with it, will probably put it somewhere up close to my new favorite drink.
When I turn back around, the bottle still smoking, I find Esme totally naked standing beside the bath.
My jaw unhinges. “Holy fuck,” I blurt. My cock is immediately, painfully hard. My balls ache. I just came, and they’re raring to go again. She’s so gorgeous. I love her small breasts and gentle curves. Her long hair hangs down her back and frames her face. Her lashes seem extra thick over herluminous, dark eyes. The light paints her skin gold. She’s a vision. And there she is, staring at me like I’m exactly the same, even though my hair is mussed, I’m probably all dopey and googly-eyed, and I have crusted come stuck to my stomach.
