Page 38 of Evergreen

His breathing had already picked up, his massive frame responding to my touch before I’d even really started. “What kind of something?” he asked, but he was already moving toward the bed, guiding me with him.

I pushed him down onto the mattress, watching as it dipped under his weight. He was so fucking big, and I was so fucking small compared to him. The size difference should’ve intimidated me, but instead it just made me harder than ever.

“I want to ride you,” I said bluntly, already working on unbuttoning my jeans. “But I need to go slow, okay? Is that alright with you?”

Linden’s cock was already hardening in his pants, creating an obscene bulge that made my mouth water. He nodded, his golden eyes tracking my movements as I stripped off my clothes.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice filled with barely contained desire. “But Cass, I want to talk about something after. Is that alright?”

I paused mid-motion, one leg out of my jeans. “Talk about what?”

“Just... after,” he said, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I don’t want to ruin the mood right now. But there’s something I need to say.”

My stomach did a little flip. That didn’t sound ominous exactly, but it sounded serious. And serious conversations were never really my thing. But I nodded anyway because I was too horny to care about potential complications right now.

“Sure,” I said, finishing getting undressed. “We can talk after.”

I climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. His cock was already out of his pants, standing thick and heavy against his belly. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and I found myself leaning down to lick it away before I could stop myself.

Linden groaned, his hands coming up to grip my hips. “Fuck, Cass.”

“Just you wait,” I said, pulling back and grinning at him. “I want to take my time with this.”

I leaned down, taking the thick head of his cock into my mouth. The taste of his pre-cum bloomed across my tongue, sweet and floral like warm honey. I worked my way down his shaft slowly, letting my tongue trace the prominent vein running along the underside. His hips tried to thrust upward, but I placed a steadying hand on his stomach, keeping him still. I wanted to do this at my own pace, wanted to savor every inch of him.

“Easy,” I murmured against his skin. “I told you I wanted to take my time.”

“I know,” he said, his voice strained. “But you’re making it really hard to stay still.”

I smiled around his cock, taking more of him into my mouth. He was so thick that even with his cockhead down my throat, I still couldn’t take all of him. But I was determined to try. My hand wrapped around the base, stroking in time with my mouth, working the parts I couldn’t fit inside.

His magic was already flaring, golden light dancing across his skin in those hypnotic patterns. It was beautiful, actually. The way his power responded to pleasure, the way it seemed to reach for me even as his body lay still beneath mine. I could feel it humming against my skin, my own magic responding in turn. A quick glance upward showed faint clouds forming near the ceiling.

I pulled back after a few more minutes, already aching with the need to feel him inside me. My cock was leaking against his stomach, a clear indication of how much I wanted this.

“Lube?” I asked, looking around his small room.

“That I can do without help,” he grinned.

He reached out, drawing a small symbol in the air with a glowing finger. Then, without a word, he grabbed my hand and ran his finger over my palm. There, in its wake, was a trail of sticky, clear fluid that was incredibly slick. I warmed the strange liquid in my hands before reaching back and preparing myself, not bothering to ask questions. I worked one finger inside my hole, then two. It had been a long time since I’d done this, and I wanted to make sure I was ready for his massive dick.

“You okay?” Linden asked, his hands moving to my thighs, his thumbs stroking gentle circles against my skin.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, adding a third finger. “Just making sure. You’re pretty fucking big, remember?”

He made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “I remember. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Hell yes,” I nodded, fucking myself on my fingers, willing my hole to relax more. “Are you?”

“I’m excited to see what it feels like,” he said, biting his lower lip. “If it’s even half as good as your mouth, I won’t last long.”

“I don’t need a marathon. Not for the first time. You can cum whenever you want to because I’m not gonna last long either.”

He nodded, his cheeks turning pink. “Okay.”

When I felt ready, I positioned myself over his cock and slowly sank down. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, and I had to pause halfway to catch my breath. His hands gripped my hips, not pushing, just holding on as I adjusted to his size.

“Take your time,” he murmured, his golden eyes fixed on my face. “We have all the time in the world.”