Her breathing gets faster as I reach the edge of her underwear, and I might enjoy it a little too much, running my finger along the top a few times as I decide how to proceed.
She makes the choice for me when her hand reaches out, her fingers trailing up my leg before she brushes against my hard length. I swear I’ve never been so close from so little.
Dipping my fingers into her panties, I find her dripping wet, and I bite down hard on my lip to stop myself from losing my glamour as my power surges.
I’m so glad we did this before we stepped into the water; knowing how much I turn her on, that I make her this wet, that will live in my head rent-free for the rest of my eternal life.
I gather her wetness, rubbing at her clit and making her whimper as her eyes pinch closed, and her mouth drops open. Her hand becomes a little more sure, wrapping around my length, or maybe it’s just because she can’t overthink as much now.
Slowly, so that she can stop me if she wants, I move to her opening, and this time I can’t bite back the groan or the way my magic surges that rushes from me when she opens her legs wider in a very clear invitation.
She’s going to either be the death of me or the reason I end up locked up.
Either is fine so long as she keeps making these noises and looking at me like that.
She whimpers and gasps as I slowly work one finger into her. If I’d been unsure if she was a virgin or not before, I’m certain of it now. Her pussy grips my finger tight enough that I’m grateful we aren’t fucking because I would have never lasted.
I stay still, letting her adjust for as long as she needs, unwilling to hurt her or make this anything but amazing for her.
“Julian.” My name has never sounded so good as it does coming from her mouth, a whispered plea for more that I’m happy to answer.
I move slowly, pulling out and pumping back in, feeling her adjust, watching her eyes roll back, and her chest rise and fall faster with every pump of my finger.
Her pussy is greedy, holding me tight and soaking me in all the best ways, and I fight the desire to taste her, devour her.
There’s plenty of time for that, for everything, but right now I just want to make her feel good.
“Fuck, babe, you're so wet. Your pussy is so perfect, the way it grips me. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”
She shatters, her eyes screw shut, and she tosses her head back with a scream as her hand tightens around my cock, her slow, uncertain pumps forgotten.
I come with her; the feeling of her pussy and her reaction already had me so close, but her hand wrapped around me, even with the thin layer of fabric between us, pushes me over the edge I’ve been teetering on.
I work her through her orgasm, and I’m tempted to see if I can pull one more from her, until I see the purple stain on her forehead.
Oops.
With her eyes still closed, I flick my wrist and magically remove it. Illegal still, yes, but I can’t bring myself to care right now.
Her eyes blink open, slow and lazy, as if she'd just taken the best nap of her life, and when she looks up at me, I see how tired she is.
Your first orgasm really takes it out of you, not that I remember mine; it was so long ago now, but I can assume.
“Hey,” I say, my voice husky from lust, and even though she’s so worn out, her pupils still blow wide.
“Hi.”
Fuck, I love a sex husky voice. Titus’s already gruff tone always makes me swoon, but Wren’s…
My cock throbs to life, and her eyes dart down to where her hand is still pressed to the thin fabric.
“That was quick,” she says, cocking her head to the side to get a better look, and yup, that will do it; I’m hard again.
My cock is so sensitive right now that every touch is like a shock to my system as I bite back moans and groans to let her have a minute; that is, until she reaches the tip.
She pauses, and I watch her brows pull together.
“A piercing love.”
