She grinned, and he could smell how pleased she was. “Good. Maybe I should do it again.”
“Oh Jesus,” he groaned. “Are you trying to kill me?”
She just shrugged before sliding her hand inside her yoga pants. She moaned, her fingers working her clit as she cupped her breast and lightly pinched her nipple.
He growled at her, but she ignored him, her fingers moving faster against her pussy. Despite how fucking weak he was from the orgasm, he forced himself into a sitting position and reached for Cece’s pants. She grinned at him, lifting her hips so he could pull her pants and underwear down her legs. He tossed them on the floor, staring greedily at Cece’s pussy when she spread her legs. She rubbed her swollen clit before cocking an eyebrow at him.
“You just gonna look at it or do something with it, Briggs?”
“Do something,” he growled.
She shrieked when he gripped her legs and dragged her closer before pushing between her thighs. He buried his face in her pussy, inhaling her sweet scent before he sucked hard on her clit. She cried out, her hand landing on the back of his head to hold him against her as she ground against his face.
He reached up to cup and tease her breasts as he ate her pussy, pulling on her nipples with his fingers as he pulled on her clit with his lips. Her soft gasps and moans, the new flood of her magic infusing his body, had his cock hardening in record time. Christ, he’d never had this quick a recovery time before.
Hard and aching again, he focused on Cece’s clit, using his tongue to brush it with wide flat strokes as he eased two fingers into her tight pussy. She thrust against him, using his tongue and fingers to get herself off, and he loved how his mate forgot about her shyness when they were fucking.
He squeezed her belly with his free hand, turned on by how her warm flesh filled his hand, before he traced her stretch marks and then reached up to tweak one swollen nipple again.
“Fuck!” she cried out, her hips working furiously against his fingers as she fisted his hair and yanked hard.
He growled, and she made another sharp cry at the vibration of his lips against her pussy. He sucked hard on her clit, another growl slipping from his throat when his mate immediately came hard. He licked her clean, loving the taste of the sweet cream that now coated her entire pussy.
Her body glowed with a soft green light, and she gave him a hazy smile as she sprawled on the couch. “I feel so good, Briggs.”
“That’s good, baby. Get on your hands and knees.”
She slow blinked at him as something curled around his ankle. He looked down to see a vine creeping up his leg. He glanced at the plants on the bookshelf across the room, his bear chuffing in surprise. The plants had grown up the wall and were brushing against the ceiling. No petals littered the floor, but he suspected that none of these plants had flowers to bloom when Cece climaxed.
Another vine had snaked its way across the floor to join the first around his leg. They stroked his knee, squeezing his calf through his sweatpants. He turned back to Cece. “Baby, control your magic.”
“Hmm?” She was waving her hand lazily in the air, studying the glittering green light that flowed from her fingers.
“Control your magic, my mate,” he repeated before squeezing her leg.
She stared at him, her gaze falling to the vines around his leg before waving her hand at them. They retreated with a slow slide along the floor, and she smiled at him. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He was still hard, and his cock was practically begging to be in Cece’s glistening pussy. “Get on your hands and knees for your mate.”
She rolled over, giggling when she nearly fell off the sectional, and Briggs had to grab her thigh to save her. She balanced on her knees, resting her hands on the arm of the couch and staring at him over her shoulders.
“How’s this?” she asked cheekily.
He growled to her, and a soft smile crossed her face. He could smell her love for him pouring off her, and he growled again to her.
“I love that sound,” she said. “I’ve never heard you make it to anyone else.”
“It’s for my mate alone,” he said.
Her smile widened. “I feel very special right now.”
He stood, stripped off his sweatpants and briefs, and knelt on the couch behind Cece. She gave his cock an appreciative look. “That’s some impressive recovery time, big guy.”
He grinned at her. “I’d like to take all the credit, but I think the magic might have something to do with it.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a smug smile.
He laughed and lightly slapped her ass. “Spread your legs wider.”
