“Plant stuff,” he muttered, his hips bucking up when she gave him a little twist and squeeze of her hand that nearly made him come in his goddamn pants again. “Fuck, little witch!”
Her hand slowed, and she studied him. “What do you see?”
“Forests, meadows, grass-covered hills… baby, touch me again.” He was starting to regret even bringing it up.
“I will, honey,” she said. “Is that all that happens?”
He shook his head, reaching out to cup her breasts and tease her nipples. “No. I smell flowers, pine trees, sometimes freshly cut grass.”
“The same thing happens to me,” she said. “Do you think the flowers will bloom when you come?”
“I don’t know.” He leaned forward and kissed her collarbone. “Why are we talking about this?”
“You brought it up,” she giggled before pushing his hand away. “Let’s find out.”
He inhaled sharply when Cece pulled the front of his sweatpants down with her free hand. His cock popped out, achingly hard and leaking precum from just having Cece’s hand wrapped around the base.
Before he could say anything, Cece bent over, and her hot, wet mouth slid over his dick. He bellowed a curse, his hips jutting upward as a sizzling jolt of magic and pleasure zapped its way down his spine, and the smell of wildflowers invaded his senses.
Cece choked and gagged as his cock nearly went halfway down her throat, before pulling off of him. She wiped her mouth as he cupped the back of her head. “Jesus, baby, I’m sorry. I just… you gotta warn me before you do that.”
She stared up at him, her irises already starting to turn the colour of jade, that intoxicating sexy grin on her face. “You taste so fucking good, Briggs.”
He groaned, his hand tangling in her soft hair as she sucked his dick into her mouth again. She went to work on his dick, using her tongue and lips and the occasional gentle scrape of her teeth to drive him out of his fucking mind.
He moaned and panted, his hips rising up and down, the wet, hot suction of Cece’s mouth his own personal heaven. He closed his eyes, his head falling back as Cece’s magic rushed through his veins. He thrust harder, his hand fisting into Cece’s hair as she licked her way around the sensitive head, while her hand pumped his shaft briskly.
“Baby,” he gasped out as the base of his spine tingled and his balls ached, “you gotta stop. I’m gonna come.”
She stared at him before deliberately licking up his cock and then sucking on the head like a fucking lollipop.
He cried out, his hips bucking. Cece pulled off of him, her hand squeezing the base of his dick. “Don’t you want to come, honey?”
“Christ,” he moaned. “I need to fuck you first. Make you come first, okay? You have to stop touching me for a minute.”
“No,” she said. His shy, sweet Cece had disappeared, leaving a green-eyed vixen whose look of hunger as she eyed his dick gave him the shameful urge to come all over her face and tits.
“Give me your cum,” Cece squeezed his dick lightly, her hands glowing green and green light flashing in her eyes. “It’s mine, and I want it.”
“Sure, yeah, okay, but Cece,” he panted, “baby, I need a break before we fuck or I won’t last. I need… oh fuck!”
Her hot mouth was back on his dick, sucking like she was a goddamn vacuum, and he didn’t have a chance in hell of holding back. He roared her name, his body shaking as he climaxed, and Cece’s magic washed over him, bringing the good, clean scent of the earth and visions of towering trees.
He pumped wildly into Cece’s mouth, moaning as he watched her eagerly swallow his cum. Some of it slipped out of her mouth to drip down her chin, and she quickly swiped it up with her fingers, licking them clean before sucking on his cock again.
He grunted and jerked, his body twitching like a marionette puppet as Cece cleaned his cock thoroughly with her lips and tongue, leaving no trace of his cum behind, before she sat up and sank back into the couch, giving him a cat-like grin of satisfaction.
“You taste so fucking good, Briggs.”
“Cece,” he gasped, his body still trembling.
“Yeah?”
“That was…”
“What?”
“The best blowjob of my life,” he said.
