Page 33 of A Tale of Mirth & Magic

She kept eye contact with me. Bold, daring me to do something, to grab hold of her. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want this to end. Had I ever met anyone this confident, this brash, this utterly sexy?

She moved against me, firm and intent. Pupils dilated, a pink flush crept over her neck and cheeks. Her breathing grew shallow.

“Elikki. Do you have any panties on?” I said, my voice low.

She shook her head, rubbing herself harder on my leg. I wrapped my arms around her waist, steadying her. I moved one hand down her curves to her ass, palming her through the fabric of the robe. She whimpered and grabbed my arms.

“Touch yourself,” I said quietly, straining to control myself.

She moved one hand down to her pussy at my command. Shifting her weight back, she dipped her fingers in a rhythmic circle over her clit. Her robe slipped off a bit, exposing a perfect, soft shoulder. Eyes closed, she dug her nails into my arm that gripped her close.

I forgot what I was worried about. I forgot about all my past relationships, the hurt, the loneliness, and my fears about future pain. All I could see was Elikki, shamelessly riding my thigh to orgasm, and everything else I wanted her to do. There must be something wrong with me that a deep part of my heart cries out “Use me, use me!” to every person I’m attracted to who shows half an ounce of interest.

But right now I didn’t care. She could have me. I’d deal with the consequences in the morning, damn them all.

I swung Elikki’s legs around my waist and held her tight against me, firm on my lap. She ground against the length of my cock, hard through my pants. Pulling the robe down fully off her shoulders, I revealed her full breasts. She wiggled out of the sleeves and lifted her chest to me.

Nearly lightheaded from the sensation of her grinding on top of me, I bent my head and sucked at one of her rosy-pink nipples. She whimpered again. Her hand moved between us, and I licked and nipped the rigid points of her breasts, loving the sound of her losing control.

Elikki went taut against me for a moment, and then gulped for breath. Clenching my shirt between her fists, she gasped, “Oh fuck, fuck! Yes, yes, yes, fuckkkk.”

I held her through her orgasm, moving from her nipple to her neck. I kissed her there, lingering, blowing cool air on her sweaty skin.

Hands came up to my jaw, and Elikki pulled my face to her eyeline. She gleamed with satisfaction. Stroking the sides of my face, she watched for my reaction, her eyes unguarded and waiting.

I didn’t think. I closed the short distance between us and kissed her. Her hot lips met mine, hungry. She tasted as delicious as I remembered.

Honey and sunshine. Warmth and desire.

She hummed happily against my lips and deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. I rubbed my hands along her back, feeling the soft curves and dips. I wanted to touch her everywhere, all at once. And this damned robe was in the way. It still hung around her waist, covering the lower half of her body. That wouldn’t do.

I planted my feet and stood, lifting Elikki up with me. She laughed and locked her legs around my waist at the ankle.

“Are we going somewhere?” she said. “I was just getting comfortable.”

“My bed,” I growled.

“Oh, good,” she said, wriggling happily. She kissed the small patch of my chest that was visible at the top of my sweater. My cock jumped, and I focused on walking steadily toward my large bed on the other side of the room. Lowering her onto the green coverlet, I nuzzled Elikki’s soft tits.

“Can I get you out of this robe?” I said, kissing her rib cage.

She stretched at my touch. “You first,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows.

I hesitated, then pulled my sweater and undershirt off. Elikki raised an eyebrow. She looked pointedly at my pants.

“I’d rather… leave them on. For now,” I said. Maybe it was silly, but the pants felt like my last line of defense.

Elikki looked like she wanted to protest. But she held herself back. Instead, she shrugged and focused on untying the tightly knotted sash at her waist. Gently pushing her hands away, I undid the knot in seconds. I was going to wash that disappointment off her face.

She lay sideways on the bed, legs dangling partway off. I moved close, leaning to unwrap the robe from her body. I took in her plump, soft stomach, hips flaring wide and solid beneath my hands.

“You’re so beautiful, El,” I said in awe.

She smirked. “I know.”

My palms roved over her strong, thick thighs, squeezing them reflexively. I kissed her belly.

“Goddess, that feels amazing,” she said with a groan.