“Now then, Theo, let us both watch as little Theo disappears inside House Arazniros forever.”
“Forever?”
“I may let you out from time to time.”
“Good. Next semester could be a challenge otherwise.” I put a hand just below her belly button, imagining what was beneath.
And she lowered, slowly taking my shaft deeper inside her. It was magic, more magic than anything we’d learned in class.
A real disappearing trick.
Just the base remained visible.
Then her hips pressed against mine.
I glanced between the patch of amber hair and her eyes.
She clenched my manhood.
“Oh!” I said.
“House Arazniros likes to welcome its guests with a firm embrace.”
“That wasquitefirm.”
She licked her lips. “I can do better.”
My jaw dropped at the sensation.
She lifted my hand to her lips, sucking my index finger a moment. “You approve?”
I nodded.
She wiggled her hips atop me, adjusting, as if trying to get me even deeper, before starting a slow rocking forward and back. It was gentle, deliberate, and whether she intended it or not, it kept me deep inside her.
I caressed her thighs, squeezing, savoring the feel of muscles flexing under her skin as she moved.
She paused occasionally, clenching down on me, sometimes around the base, sometimes the tip, sometimes rippling between the two. Sometimes I’d even see hints of it from the outside; the tightening of her abs or a glint in her eyes during a particularly fierce contraction.
“I hope you don’t think me demanding asking for two services at once.” She spoke the words between strong but even breaths, as if pacing herself for a longathletic endeavor.
“Two services?”
Yet my half-question was answered a moment later as she wrapped arms around my back, pulling my torso upright, face straight into her breasts.
You are an exacting but fair taskmaster, and the working environment is most pleasant.
Regrettably, my witty retort came out as a mumbled slurp due to my mouth being full of breast.
It was a lovely breast, full and weighty, with a nipple firm enough to leave no doubt as to its owner’s desires.
As I circled one arm around her waist, the other gliding up between her shoulder blades to hold myself upright, she spoke. “Darling consort, your stature is delightfully convenient for this particular…” She huffed a sharp breath, grip around the back of my head tightening. “…position. The… the right one needs some attention, be a dear.”
Though the faint traces of oil and salt of perspiration hadn’t diminished my pleasure of the prior sucking, this was equally as good. I alternated sucks and licks, savoring the feel of her erect nipple on my tongue, as the bucking of her hips grew sharper. Her breaths became a staccato, her hips mashed onto mine, thighs crushing my hips between them. “Now. Please. Now. I need to feel you…”
I clenched my eyes shut as I climaxed. It was bliss. The way she pressed herself into me. And me into her.Nothing between us, deep as possible. My own spasms matched hers. I tipped my head to rest my cheek against her racing heart, my ragged breaths blowing over the inside curve of her breast.
Our climax drifted down into a wonderful trance in the cozy light of her bedroom. The delightful fade out was punctuated by my stroking up and down her back, kissing the inner curve of her breast. Her kneading muscles at the base of my head, interior clenches now like a gentle caress compared with her vice grip from earlier.
