“You can keep going?”
He gave me a scoffing eyebrow quirk. “You don’t think I’d leave you on the edge do you? What kind of a male does that?”
“From what I’ve heard, a normal one.”
His grin turned smug. “Exactly. Proceed.”
Half laughing to myself, I sat down, not paying as much attention as I should have been. A dull ache stopped me, my hands clutching his shoulders like claws, telling him to stop even though I was the one in control.
“Here, let the creep take over,” he whispered, clutching me to his body with one hand and turning us over so he was on top of me on the couch. “I recently had experience in these matters.”
His lips attached to mine, deep and needy. One hand enclosed my breast, his fingers flicking my nipple, causing me to squirm. His other hand paid attention to the top of my sex where I felt things the hardest. A pleasure-filled squirm turned into a full scale buck, thrusting my hips up to meet his. His manhood dug deep, embedded to the hilt, our ends rubbing together.
“Oh!” I sighed, the dull ache only lingering a moment, and unable to compete with his ministrations.
He began moving slowly, working my body with those clever fingers, building me. Each muscle started to flex, then release, flex, release, and release again. His hard shaft moved into me, gaining speed. Shivers wracked me, leaving more intensity in their wake. My body sweating, his slick as well, he worked into me, deeper and harder, faster.
My legs squeezed his thighs, my arms clutched his shoulders, my mouth kissed his neck. The pleasure condensed in on itself, localizing in my groin, tightening. Everything tightening. My body getting dense, blasts silently bursting all over my body in muffled detonations, hinting toward that final event. Tighter still, muscles shaking, Stefan groaning, his face against mine. The world sparkling with color so intense, I could barely stand it. Everything pulled down, winding up, then— “Oh, Stefan!” I cried, my body convulsing under him with such intensity, I could barely breathe. Jackhammers of pleasure echoed through my limbs, infusing me with euphoria as the vibration subsided. I had so many endorphins, I wanted to rocket off the couch. I was so relaxed, I didn’t even want to move enough to turn my head, tingles of lingering sensation creeping throughout my body.
Ho—ly hell.
All this time, I had no idea what sex was really supposed to be. What a true orgasm could really feel like. It was… I was…
I’d never be the same.
Stefan lay over me, limp, his face buried in my neck.
“Please tell me you are satisfied, because it might take a miracle to get me hard again,” Stefan mumbled into my neck.
“No. Good. Wish this was a bed.” And I did. How the hell would I get back to my room? I didn’t want to ruin this feeling by walking.
Then I didn’t have to. Stefan climbed off, wobbling, grinning, and scooped me up.
“Clothes?” I asked sleepily, curling around his upper body and laying my head between his neck and shoulder.
“It’s late. Nobody will notice.”
“Nobody will notice two naked people wandering through the halls?”
“We’ll take the hidden tunnels to the far-eastern door and exit directly outside; but then, no, they won’t notice. Plus, no one is out there.”
“Right, I forgot which house I lived in.”
“My house.”
“Yes, sweetie, that’s right. This is your house.” She patted his arm.
Stefan chuckled. A cozy walk later in Stefan’s arms, I felt the bow of magic as we passed through the wards of my hidden residence.
“Hey Boss, whatcha got there?” I vaguely heard Charles moving around.
“I found your charge.”
“You certainly did. You also serviced my charge. Thank the merciful gods. Maybe now she won’t be so wound up.”
“Please be careful how you address my pet.”
“Not funny.” My voice didn’t have much conviction. My body was too busy trying to shut down.
As Stefan laid me down, he said, “Sleep tight. Have pleasant dreams of me.”
“Cad.”
And he was gone, shutting my door with a soft click.
Chapter 5
“Run!”
A giant mouth made by petals swooped down, trying to catch me. I scrambled back, terrified, my magic winked off as I stared at my fifteen-foot-high creation. The goal was to coerce a natural element to grow. I created a plant beast.
Charles dashed forward, glowing sword in hand. He ripped me out of the way, hurling me back to the center of the classroom. He slashed at the monster, swiping half a flowered mouth off, only to curse when it grew back.
“Sasha, what the hell did you do?” Charles yelled, dodging a lovely smelling chomp.