“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked, stumbling a little as we went. “Where are we going?”

“Our Lady Periwinkle has been most generous to offer one of her sumptuous sleeping quarters,” Justin said, still in character. “I am certain you will find it to your liking.”

“But—wait, I can’t!” I protested. “I have a cat—a roommate—I have to get home!” And where was my phone? Oh right, in my trench coat. Where was that?

“Those things will be there tomorrow. Tonight, I think you should stay here.” He did not add, with me. I could not decide whether that made me feel better or worse.

“I’m not drunk—am I?”

He paused, gazing down into my eyes. Searching for something. We had left the crowded ballroom behind, and now stood alone in a long hallway, lavishly decorated with chandeliers overhead, giant oil paintings on the walls, and little chairs and loveseats sprinkled here and there. It looked like something from a movie set. Elaborate doors were spaced widely, implying huge rooms behind them. “Not on champagne, you’re not,” he murmured, at last.

“Then…what?”

His emerald eyes danced with light, and with the mystery of his thoughts. “I suppose it must be the enchantment, then.”

I giggled. “An enchantment. Of course. Because I’d need a spell to be attracted to you.” Then I slapped my hand against my mouth once more. Had I said that out loud? Clearly it was the champagne. And the no-dinner. Maybe it was a good idea to leave off driving after all, at least for a little while. Or, even better, to find something to eat. “Say, could I get—”

But then he leaned in, and I breathed his scent once more, and all I wanted was him. I tilted my chin up, reaching eagerly to meet his mouth as his lips crushed mine in a desperate, starving embrace. His tongue darted into my mouth as his strong hands gripped me, pressing me to him; at first just holding me close, but then his questing hands roved around, down, caressing the globes of my ass through the tight, smooth leather of my costume. I heard a deep, low groan roll through him as I thought, Well now the costume is too hot.

I drank him in as he devoured me, right there in the hallway, heedless of anyone who might come by…but just as I was ready to yank the front zipper of my catsuit down, Justin pulled away.

I gasped, open-mouthed, looking up at him, wanting more, more. “Wha…?”

He grinned down at me. “Right. I believe Lady Periwinkle mentioned a bed chamber?”

“Oh.” My mind had gone away completely. I wanted to tear his clothes off…yes, a bedroom might be a better place for such a thing. “Yeah.”

Justin reached for my hand and led me down the hallway, choosing a door at what seemed like random…or like the choice of a man who knew this house, and these bedrooms.

I tried not to think about that as I followed him into a room that was beyond my wildest fantasies.

Being in the art gallery business in our city, I’d been in some lovely homes before, and seen some impressive displays of wealth. But they were nothing compared to this room. It was a monument to comfort, beauty…and sex.

There was the plush carpeting, of course, thick as a rich lawn and sparkling white. I couldn’t wait to nestle my bare feet in it; I kicked my boots off in anticipation, letting them fall with an almost inaudible thud. There were soft chairs and a deep, inviting sofa in warm earth tones; my mind danced around the possibilities. There was tasteful art on the walls. There was the door ajar at the far end of the room, promising a sumptuous, well-appointed bathroom beyond.

But the centerpiece was the bed. It was not the ostentatiously huge bed of a fancy Vegas suite. It was, as Goldilocks would have put it, just right. Four posts and a canopy…ruby-red comforter…a jillion pillows.

I took all this in in a moment, the amazingness of this room, how it drew me in…because in the next moment, Justin had closed the solid oak door behind us and wrapped me in his arms.

I sank into his embrace once more—alone, together, at last. His mouth hungrily found mine again, and I returned the kiss, pressing my whole body against his as if I could climb inside him. His hands roamed all over me, holding me tight to him. A low growling moan started in his throat as we kissed like our mouths had been built for this and only this.

With a louder moan, he broke the kiss momentarily. I didn’t even have time to protest as he reached under my ass, lifting me up so our mouths met more directly, so he could devour me once more. Holding all my weight as if it were nothing, he spun us both around, pressing me to the door, driving his body against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his hardness press against my core, even through our clothes.

All these clothes…

I once again tried for the zipper on my catsuit, but his body covered mine and I could not reach it. I whimpered in frustration, even as my hands found his shirt, trying to delve inside. Trying to touch him, him.

“What’s the matter?” he murmured against my mouth, his voice sly, warm, shooting more heat through me.

“Skin,” I sighed. “Too much clothes.”

He gave a warm chuckle before claiming my mouth once more. When he surfaced for a breath again, he said, “All in good time, my impatient cat.”

In the next moment, though, his clever hand found the zipper at last. He exposed me with one decisive yank; the catsuit fell off my shoulders, the black stretchy material sinking nearly to my waist. “Ohhh,” I sighed, breathing deeply. The movement thrust my breasts forward, as if seeking him. I hadn’t worn a bra with the costume; there was no way to disguise its straps, and the form-fittingness of the bodice held even my generous girls in place well enough.

“Ohhh indeed,” he agreed, drawing back a moment and gazing with reverent adoration at my breasts. “You…are so beautiful.” Then he leaned down, grabbing my right nipple in his mouth, sucking it tenderly. It yearned and ached, swollen with desire. I moaned again and again, unable to stop myself, as I writhed in his strong grip. Every way he touched me…it did not satisfy, it only inflamed. I only wanted more, more.

He flicked his clever tongue across my nipple, then nearly bit down on the breast, taking as much of it as he could into his mouth—though that left plenty behind. I hissed in a breath.

“Too much?” he asked, taking his mouth away from my breast.

“No! No,” I almost shouted. His breath was cold against the moistness his mouth had left behind, stiffening my nipple even further. “More. Don’t stop.”

He chuckled low in his throat and turned his attention to my left breast, giving it at least as lavish a treatment as he’d given the right. Again I twisted in his strong arms that still held me pressed against the room’s door—did he never tire? His right hand was firm under my ass, holding me suspended above the floor; his other hand squeezed and caressed my right breast as his mouth devoured my left.

I felt the heat inside me build, grow, demand to be released. I tried to squirm the rest of the way out of my costume, to reveal all the rest of me to him…to let him pleasure me everywhere, not just my breasts. Yet they were greedy and demanding as well. They had never been touched like this, never been adored like this.

I had never met any man who touched me like Justin did.

And I touched him too—my hands continued to roam over his rough-spun tunic, looking for a way in, a way to get at his own delicious, delectable skin, to find the source of that intoxicating scent. I would have torn his clothes from him and left them in shreds on the floor had he not stopped me with another gentle laugh, saying, “Here, allow me.”

He set me back on my feet, gently, then reached down and took the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it across the room in one smooth motion. My breath caught in my throat as I saw his astonishing chest—such amazing muscles, rippling with every breath he took. He was built, oh so built; not huge, just right. And I could almost sense every one of those abs straining, reaching toward me. I ran my hands across their firm smoothness, thrilling as I touched him. His tawny skin radiated heat and desire; my hands practically tingled. I yearned once more to press myself against him.

But there were still far too many items of clothing between us.

He caught my eye and gave me his wicked Robin Hood grin as he reached for the drawstring at the waistband of his pants. My hands followed his. “Let me.”

“But of course.”

I pulled the string, releasing the tie, and began pushing his pants down, running my hands over his smooth, firm ass as I coaxed the fabric away from him. He was wearing nothing under them. “Oh, my,” I sighed.

“Had to be true to the costume,” he murmured, gathering my breasts in his hands as he did. “I see you made the same decision.”

“Uh-huh,” I breathed, all intelligent words fleeing me as I revealed his straining, eager cock.

It was a thing of beauty, his cock: strong and eager, large enough to fill me and then some. It bobbed as I freed it from the material of his pants, yearning toward me. A tiny drop of pre-cum glistened on its head. Without even consciously deciding to, I leaned down to lick that drop away. It tasted of salt, and happiness, and desire. Clean and sweet.

He moaned with pleasure the moment my tongue touched him. I licked again, now letting my tongue roam over the head of his cock, then moved to embrace the shaft.

His hands in my hair stopped me, pulled me gently back. “Wait…not yet…I won’t last…” His trousers were puddled at his feet, and we still stood just inside the room’s door. He stepped out of his pants as he reached for the rest of my own costume, still clinging to the lower half of my body. “And we’re no longer on equal terms,” he pointed out, even as he rolled the tight leather of the catsuit down, down, over my ass and down my legs and off me. “Mmmm.” He drew back a moment, admiring me. “Astonishing.”

My thoughts exactly. His body could have been carved by a Greek sculptor. I ran my hands over him again, marveling at the perfection of his waist, the rock-hardness of his abs…and of what still strained just below them.

With a hungry growl, he grabbed me up into his arms again and carried me to the bed as if I weighed nothing. I whooped with delighted surprise as he nearly tossed me onto the bed’s soft, yielding surface, then loomed over me, grinning. “I thought you’d never—” I started, but already he was moving down my body, his eager hands never still. He caressed my breasts and the swell of my belly and then put a gentle, questing finger down below, barely parting the lips as he searched for my moistness. Which he found, oh yes he found; I had never before been so wet. I rocked my hips up, reaching for that single finger, wanting it deeper, wanting more.

“Patience, milady,” he crooned, removing the finger and licking it off. “Delicious.”

“More,” I whimpered, my hips writhing, unable to stop.

He smiled, bending over me. His hands gripped my hips, holding them still as he lowered his face to my core. I felt his tongue dance across my opening, tasting the moistness there; and then his tongue plunged inside. “Ohhh,” I groaned, trying again to rock my hips to meet him, but he held me firm, pinned to the bed, pinned by his clever mouth. All I could do was squirm. “I won’t last long either,” I breathed out.

He chuckled against me; the vibration purred against my tender, eager flesh. Then he drew his tongue out. “That’s not a problem, now is it?” And he returned his mouth to my core, now running his tongue all around my swollen clit, then sucking it into his mouth gently.

My mind started to come apart with the pleasure of it, the intensity. I gasped again, arching my spine as he sucked on my clit, bringing the heat in me higher, higher. “Oh my god don’t stop!” I cried.

All he did in response was grip my hips harder, and keep up his astonishing work at my clit.

I grabbed his head, tangling my fingers in his hair, encouraging him, holding him there, there, there…as my body continued to writhe and rock against him, and the heat built higher…the orgasm crashed through me, the wave of heat pouring from the core of me, out and up and down through my belly and my breasts and my arms and legs and everywhere, yet centering at my core, echoing and reverberating without end. I rode the orgasm, lost in the waves of ecstasy. After an eternity, my clit throbbed with release; I gasped for breath, trying to find my way back to reality. “Oh…oh my god.”

He gave my core one final, lingering kiss, then rose up to look at me. His strong, handsome face was wet with my desire, my release; his eyes shone with lust and joy. “You’re delicious.”

I grinned down at him, still catching my breath. Still unable to quite believe what had just happened. “Thank you. You…you’re amazing.” Then I remembered my manners, and the fact of how truly delicious he was, if my momentary taste had been any indication. “May I return the favor?”

“All in good time.” He climbed back up over me, covering me with his body once more. His cock pressed against me, hard against my belly. “I want something else first.”

I opened my mouth to coyly ask what, only to find it filled with his tongue. I tasted myself intermingled with him, and felt another spike of heat pour through me. We belonged together; there was no other way to put it. Our essences combined like we were two halves of a whole.

He pulled away from the kiss briefly to breathe gentle words in my ear: “It is an enchantment, my darling, and only you can release me from it.”

“Of course.” I opened my legs further, wanting to welcome him inside. Wanting to feel him filling me, completing me.

“Tell me that you will set me free.” He moved to follow the lead of my legs, of my motion, shifting the head of his cock to my opening, holding it there. “Tell me.”

“I will set you free.” I tried to arch my hips up yet again, to draw him in. Yet he stayed just out of reach, poised at my entrance. Tantalizing.

“Tell me that you will break the enchantment.”

A small part of my brain wondered at this. What was he looking for? Why did he not just plunge in? “I will break the enchantment.”

“Tell me that your magic will free us all.”

Us all? I could not ponder his words intelligently, though, my body was dizzy with frustrated desire for him. As if I had not just had the most astonishing orgasm of my life, not minutes earlier. I would die without him inside me, simply starve from thwarted need. “My magic will set you free,” I breathed, straining for him, reaching.

“Say the words exactly. Your magic will free us all.”

Whatever it took, I just needed him in me. Whatever weird kink he had…it didn’t matter, as long as he fucked me right here, right now. “My magic will free you all.”

He sighed and plunged into me.

I gasped with shocked pleasure as he filled me, even better than I’d thought he would. My body embraced his entirely, my core gripping him, my hips now free to move with him, not against him. He gasped with me, staring into my eyes as he thrust deeply, slowly, filling and stretching me. “You…are amazing…” he breathed. His eyes sparkled; I was ready to believe in magic in that moment, and sign up for a lifetime of it, if only this would never, ever stop.

His thrusts, first long and slow, grew steadily faster, more urgent. I met his pace, urging him on, my own release building once more. He kissed me again as we moved against each other, then drew back to breathe, and I was grateful for the breath myself, but missed his sweet, sweet mouth on mine. He plunged faster, deeper; I held onto his shoulders and met his thrusts; he reached up and took a hank of my hair in his hand, holding my head steady as he kissed me deeply once more, still thrusting faster, deeper, harder; I ran my hands down his strong, lean back and grabbed his ass, driving him into me with my own hands, as if he needed more encouragement; he built the pace faster, faster, claiming me, possessing me, covering me…

And then I peaked, and this orgasm made the last one vanish into irrelevance. I was carried into another world; I fell apart and came back together and fell apart and came together once more, and I could ride that wave into eternity. I was shattered, and I knew my life would never be the same. I could hardly breathe, and I wanted it never to end. My core gripped at him, sending wave after wave of reverberations along his magical cock. I had never felt anything like it; I could live in this orgasm till the end of my days. I required nothing else.

I was only beginning to consider remembering that I had a brain, and lungs that needed filling with air, when he gave a joyous shout and exploded into me. I felt his cock echo the reverberations of my core, pumping and giving and draining, filling me with his cum, with his essence, with his own magic. His release went on almost as long as mine had; I saw his eyes roll back into his head, and his hands gripped now at my shoulders, holding me, pinning me to the mattress, putting everything he had into me.

After a long, long moment, he opened his eyes once more, grinned down at me, then leaned down to gently kiss my neck.

“Emma,” he breathed into my flushed, damp skin.

“Justin,” I answered, tangling my fingers through his sweaty hair.

He panted against my neck. The feeling of his breath sent new thrills through me. “That was…there are no words.”

Astonishing, amazing, spectacular, life-changing… “No. No words.”

“I thank you, my lady.” He drew up onto his elbows, still atop me, still inside me, gazing down into my eyes. His emerald eyes still sparkled, as if they were jewels in reality. As if he truly did have magic inside him.

Or I did.

“I thank you too, kind sir,” I said, amused at his adorable formality. At his staying in character even here, even now.

“Oh, the pleasure was all mine.” He couldn’t keep the roguish grin off his face, though.

“I beg to differ,” I said, squeezing his ass. “There was plenty of pleasure to go around, I think.” His cock inside me gave a twitch as it began its slow, heartbreaking journey out of me, the inevitable end of the most amazing sex I’d ever had in my life…yet the promise in his eyes would not let me mourn this. There would be more. He would harden again—and very soon, if I had anything to say about it.

The night was young…or, even if it wasn’t, we would make it so.

He grinned wider, gave me another soulful kiss. With the motion, I felt his cock twitch again, continuing its withdrawal. Oh, I would miss that cock. “I am glad to hear that,” he said. He still held his weight above me.

“You can relax onto me, I can take it,” I said, giving him a gentle tug, my hands still on his delectable ass.

“I don’t want to crush you.”

“You won’t.” I pulled him to me, drawing all his weight down onto me. “You didn’t earlier, did you?”

He laughed softly, nestling his face into my hair, giving my ear a gentle kiss. “I suppose I didn’t, at that.”

We lay like that a while, nested together, silently enjoying one another’s warmth. I loved the heft of him, his weight on me; I know it’s supposed to be a boring, traditional position, but missionary has a lot going for it. I began to feel a little sleepy, I was so very comfortable.

It was strange, and delightful, to feel so close to someone I had just met. I didn’t really know Justin at all; the physical attraction had been so instantaneous, it had blown everything else out of the water. Sure, we’d chatted and danced at the party; he was witty and intelligent and interesting; but we didn’t know one another at all.

Very unlike me, to sleep with someone on the first date. Or ‘date’; he hadn’t even asked me out. I gave a small chuckle at myself, at my greedy wantonness.

Apparently I’d needed to let my hair down, so to speak.

Justin’s response to my chuckle was to begin nibbling at my neck, soft, breathy kiss-bites. It tickled and delighted; I giggled and purred and stretched underneath him, letting him have full access to my neck and then twisting away in turn.

“It’s like you’re the vampire,” I teased.

His response was to bite a tiny bit harder, but then he laughed too. “No, that’s Finley’s kink; you just taste so good.”

“I’m all sweaty!” I gazed over his shoulder a moment, at the obviously sumptuous bathroom across the room. “Should we—”

He didn’t even let me finish the question before moving to my mouth, claiming me with kisses yet again. And down below, heat shot through me as I felt his cock soar to life once more, pressing hard against my belly. I squirmed and rocked my hips, trying to direct him lower, lower…

Suddenly he pulled back and scooted off me, drawing up on his knees on the bed in one smooth motion. Before I could even wonder, his hands were on my hips, flipping me over and pulling me to my hands and knees. The heat in me soared higher as he clenched my hips, massaging my ass. “Oh my god,” he exclaimed. “You are so amazingly beautiful, Emma. Your ass is gorgeous.”

I wanted to protest, to deflect the compliment—my ass was far too big, I knew it, I’d always known it—but the intensity in his voice was impossible to ignore. He meant it, he really did love my ass. It wasn’t just his voice that told me so…his hands, working it, kneading it; and the hard knob of his cock against me, pushing, pressing at the entrance of my core. I shifted my hips further, inviting him in, but again he teased me, staying just at the entrance. I moaned in impatience, all my earlier sleepiness swept away in the heat of this new passion. “Justin,” I breathed. “Take me.”

“I will, oh Emma, you know I will.” But his big strong hands caressed my ass a moment longer, the head of his cock still tantalizing me.

Then, his fingers wandered to my crack…briefly grazing the rosebud there before moving lower. White-hot ecstasy shot through me, coupled with confusion. I had never been touched there before; that was a boundary I was not prepared to cross.

I didn’t need to say anything; the finger was there and gone in an instant, and his firm hands gripped my hips once more as he plunged into me, into my dripping-wet core. “Ohhh!” I half-moaned, half-shouted, as I rocked against him, meeting his every thrust with joy.

“Emma, Emma, Emma,” he breathed, as he filled me, claimed me, pounded into me. “Oh, Emma.”

I wanted to sigh his name back to him, but my mind was quickly coming apart once more. All I was, all I could be, was the pleasure of fucking him, being fucked by him. Nothing else mattered. I growled, wordless, speechless, wanting it never to stop, even as I built toward the inevitable orgasm.

Even so, when it came, it shocked me: so explosive, so fast. My growl rose to a full shout as I came, gripping his cock like I would never let it go. I was shattered once more, riding the waves of my peak, oblivious to anything but the feel of him in me.

He gave an answering shout and filled me once more, even more powerfully than the last time. “Emma!” he yelled, holding my hips firm and steady as he emptied into me. “Oh my god, Emma, Emma!”

At last, he eased his grip slightly, now caressing my hips and ass and lower back. “I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?”

“God, no,” I said, unable to stop grinning. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

He chuckled. “Just these handprints on your ass.”

“Really?!” It was a night of firsts, indeed; I was quite sure no lover had ever marked me before. Not even hickeys in high school. I relaxed down onto the pillows, giving my arms and shoulders a break…and raising my ass higher in the process.

He purred with delight, holding my hips gently, holding himself inside me. “I’ll show you, if we can find a mirror.”

“I’ll bet the bathroom has one.”

“Mmm, so it does. And we could probably use some cleaning up.”

I giggled again. “You think? Did our antics produce some sweat and…other stuff?”

“Oh, just a bit, I think.” He gave my ass a final sweet caress and then withdrew, pulling me down to the mattress beside him, spooning me.

“This is cozy,” I murmured, snuggling back into him. “If you’re not careful, I’ll fall asleep this way.”

“I can think of nothing I’d like better,” he whispered into my ear. “Not even a shower.”