- Margot -
is whole body exhaled when the warmth of my mouth enveloped him, and as my knees sank into the carpet, I let my need for him consume me.
He leaned back on his arms and watched me, swelling against the inside of my cheeks as I sucked him to the back of my throat.
I gushed when I felt a surge against the delicate skin of my lips.
“Oh, Margot.”
Hearing my name break through his breathlessness spurred me on, and I picked up the pace, using one hand to pump him past my lips and the other to brace myself, my nails digging into his muscular thigh.
He groaned and let his head fall back, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth as he lifted his head again so he could keep watching me pleasure him.
It turned me on to make him ache with need. Growing up, his presence always made me feel the same way, so I relished the role reversal. There were even moments when I wasn’t sure who was enjoying themselves more.
I closed my eyes and sped up when my jaw began to tire.
He exhaled suddenly and throbbed against my lips.
I braced myself for the explosion that came next, moaning as I drank him down. When there was nothing more to swallow, I wiped my mouth on the back of my fingers and looked up.
He was beaming at me.
I laughed. “You okay?”
He opened his mouth to speak only to close it again before shaking his head and pulling me up into his lap.
I pinned his dick to his belly with my wet slit, lifted a hand to his cheek, and dragged a thumb across his scar.
He slid his palms around to cradle my ass and pulled me towards him, encouraging me to slide the length of him. “You’re so wet, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
I draped my forearms over his shoulders and wove my fingers behind his neck. “Oh, but you have,” I said, rocking my hips.
“I’m glad you think so,” he said, kissing me. “Touching you has always been my intention.”
I smiled.
“Though I can’t help but feel I’ve missed a spot.”
“Oh?”
He lifted me up so I could guide his slippery dick to my opening.
I kept my eyes on his as I sank towards the base of his shaft, my eyelids flickering as he drove deep inside me.
His brow furrowed as I squeezed around him.
“Are you sure you want me to ride you right now? I don’t want to…strain you or anything.”
A mischievous glint shone in his eye right before he bucked up inside me.
The fleeting pain felt so good my lips fell apart.
“I’m sure,” he said.
I leaned forward and kissed him again, opening my mouth to invite him in further as I began rolling my hips. And by the time he moved his large hands to my breasts, I could feel steady streaks of warmth shooting up my spine.
He smiled without pulling his lips from mine. “You feel too good,” he whispered against them as he pinched my aching nipples between his strong fingers.
“So do you,” I said, using his dick to whip my insides into a frenzy of heated arousal.
When he started kissing down my cheek, I closed my eyes and let my head fall to the side, making it easier for him to suck the delicate skin on my throat.
“Harder,” I begged as my clit began to burn.
His deep laugh warmed my neck. “Any harder and you’ll be stuck in turtlenecks for a month.”
“I don’t care,” I said, twirling clumps of his hair around my fingertips as I pulled him to me.
He moved to a new spot, knowing better than to argue with me or leave a big purple hickey on my neck.
“Tease,” I said, feeling increasingly lightheaded.
“If I’m going to give you a hickey, I’m going to leave it somewhere only I’ll get to see it,” he said, kissing my collarbone and sinking his fingers into my swaying hips. “Preferably somewhere that requires you to take all your clothes off so I can check up on it.”
“Promise?”
“Easiest promise I ever made,” he said, lifting my ass and catching one of my nipples in his mouth.
I fell forward and reached my hands for the wall, my whole body burning as he sucked me and fucked me.
“Come for me,” he said, growling against my breast.
My buzzing clit sent coils of pleasure up through me.
“Yeah,” he said, holding my waist as I bounced on him. “Right there.”
I poured over him a second later, quaking in his arms as I slid down his chest.
He rubbed my back when I tucked my head against his neck, panting as waves of pleasure crashed through me again and again.
When I eventually caught my breath, I leaned back and looked at him. “How about that hickey now?”
He rolled his eyes and laid me down. “You’re insatiable.”
“I blame you,” I said, blinking up at him.
He went to settle in the space beside me but inhaled sharply and popped upright.
“What is it?” I asked, lifting my head off the pillow.
He pulled the lone rose from behind his back.
“Did a thorn get you?”
“I’m fine,” he said, lying beside me again.
“I’ll say.”
“And you,” he said, dragging the soft rose up my thigh. “You’re more than fine.”
“Mmm. That feels nice.”
“Of course it does,” he said, draping the flower on one of my hip bones before dragging it towards the other. “It’s a magic rose.”
“A magic rose?”
“Yep.”
“Wow. Why is it magic?”
He dangled the soft petals over one of my flushed nipples. “It’s complicated. I probably shouldn’t overwhelm you right after you so thoroughly exerted yourself.”
“But it’s my rose,” I said. “Surely it’s vital that I understand the extent of its powers?”
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“I’m sure.”
He teased my other nipple with it. “Basically, it’s like a special kind of wand.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And anything I touch with it becomes mine forever.”
I smiled as he dragged it up each of the fingers on my left hand. “Is that so?”
He nodded.
“Forever, huh?”
“Forever,” he said, lowering the flower over my lips.
I laughed and inhaled the sweet scent, wishing with everything that we could press the magic rose to that very moment.
Because I’d never want anything more.