“What do I smell like?” she probed and tilted her head to the side, opening her neck more for him.
Etienne hummed in thought. “Floral,” he said, pausing in thought. “Like nectar… and a bit like the way saltwater smells in the air when you’re near water.”
Ophelia smiled. Etienne flipped her around and kissed her mouth with a softness she had yet to experience from him. He was exploring the texture of her lips, the shape of her cupid’s bow, the feel of her beauty mark above her lip, and the plumpness of her bottom lip. He swept a tongue across the seam of her lip, and she opened wider as his tongue swept in. With Etienne,kissing was like watching a movie trailer. His mouth was a precursor for what he would do to her body. This was just a taste.
He traced his tongue lightly around the most sensitive parts of her mouth, and a tingling sensation triggered her to release a tortured sigh. Etienne moved from her mouth and nipped at the flesh under her jaw. He made his way to her ear, where he breathed right into it. She shivered and swore she could feel her ear pulse. She’d heard of eargasms but thought they were made up. Etienne dipped his tongue into her ear canal, and her ear pulsed again. Her core clenched, and she could feel herself getting wetter.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “I didn’t know I could feel this good from my ear.”
Etienne’s chuckle rumbled through his chest, and he went for her ear again. She moaned in pleasure. He walked her backward from the front door to her bedroom, laying her down on the bed.
Etienne pulled off his shirt. “I want to take my time with you, and by that, I mean I want to fuck you all night…” He tilted his head slightly in consideration. “Or as long as we can stay awake.”
Ophelia smiled. “I like that idea.”
“Good. Now strip. I need you naked.”
Ophelia eagerly removed her clothes, kicking them on the floor. Etienne had undressed to his boxer briefs and was palming his thick erection.
“Panties too, O.” Etienne’s voice was so low. It was almost a growl. Ophelia couldn’t help but comply with his demands. Her mind was drenched in lust. She lifted her hips and pulled down her lace thong.
“Good. Now, lie down in the middle of the bed.” Etienne’s eyes darkened as he tracked her movements, and when she lay down fully with her long hair fanned around her, Etienne groaned.
Etienne climbed on the bed and sat up next to her. He trailed his fingertips from the inside of her knee to the crease of herthigh. That one move had her pussy begging for him as her hips involuntarily lifted.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Shh…Not yet. Just feel, Ophelia. Let me learn you. Just enjoy it.” His finger continued to trace up her belly, dipping into her navel before moving to her side. The caress of his fingers on the slope of her waist and across her ribs was complete torture. He circled her breasts, avoiding her nipples. She was lost to his touch. It felt so rejuvenating to be the center of his attention, like his touch could make her whole. An awakening. A rebirth.
“Ophelia?”
“Hmm?”
“I want to try magic on you again…” Etienne smiled mischievously. “Like that one time.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Do it.” The thought of Etienne using his magic on her sent her senses to another height. She was practically vibrating.
Etienne dipped to suck her pert nipple in his mouth as he placed one hand over her heart. With his other hand, he cupped her pussy. Ophelia licked her lips, watching his strong arms on her. His chest and abs were otherworldly—strong and impenetrable like a Roman statue. She wanted to kiss him all over and suck on his Adam’s apple. Etienne breathed in deeply, and with one last longing look, he closed his eyes. Ophelia, however, could not keep her eyes off him. His mouth was slightly parted with a contented lift. His eyebrows furrowed, and Ophelia knew his magic was about to surge through her.
Ophelia gasped as warmth spread from her core, sending a shiver across her flesh that left her skin feeling so sensitive that the air in the room felt like it was caressing her. Her heart felt so full and content, like it could burst with love and joy.
Imaginary silk ribbons began to drag across her flesh. The pleasure was so intense that she ground her hips into his hand, desperate for relief. Her mind never wanted it to stop, but her body sought that release.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Ophelia.” His words were a gentle caress to her soul.
“Etienne,” she panted. Ophelia struggled to open her eyes. She wanted to see him fill her with ecstasy, but the pull of pleasure was making it difficult.
“That’s a good girl.” Etienne hummed. “Come for me.” Etienne sucked on her neck and pushed two fingers into her sopping core. He began pumping her, and with the curl of his fingers, she erupted with a gush of her own release. Shaking uncontrollably. She held onto his strong forearm as she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life.
Ophelia’s eyes were wide in shock at what she had just experienced. He made her squirt again.What in the world?Etienne growled with want. He wasted no time crawling up her body, placing his hips between her soaked legs, and rubbing his length up and down her center as he coated his length in her cum. She was so sensitive she could barely take it.
“E, I need you in me. Please. Please,” she begged. She felt the tip of him notch at her entrance. He pushed in, and they moaned in unison. He was stretching her, but he wasn’t even close to being fully inside her. He pulled out a little and then pushed farther in.
“Oh my god,” she breathed.
“Take me in, Ophelia.” She nodded and tried to relax as she opened her legs farther. “Wider,” he demanded, and she willed herself to stretch farther.
He pulled out an inch, and then, on her exhale, he slid all the way in. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
