My cock is already stirring. I don’t need a reason to take Luci to bed in the middle of the day.
“That’s an excellent idea,” I say.
Luci’s eyes light up with joy and the sight steals another little piece of my soul forever. He is going to own all of me soon and I don’t mind at all.
“Let’s go inside,” I say, and I lead him by the hand all the way up to his bedchamber.
As we step inside, I feel his hand trembling. I pull him forward to face me, but he won’t look at me.
“I’ll go prepare,” he says softly, and he lets go of my hand.
I grab his wrist, and he looks up at me in surprise. I’m not going to bed him if he is feeling nervous. Gaining his magic will be incredibly useful, but Luci’s wellbeing is far more important. No doubt he has been taught all sorts of nonsense about having sex when not ripe. He probably believes it is distasteful. Unseemly. Something to be tolerated only if his husband requests it.
Though he seemed happy enough with what we did in the library. Hopefully, that means he will be happy with this. He just needs to get in the mood.
I lean down and brush my lips over his. My hand wraps around his waist and I pull him close. His lips are soft and plump and he tastes delicious. His kiss is shy at first, and then his hunger ignites. He melts in my arms. Soft. Compliant. Eager.
My cock presses against the zip of my fly painfully. Reluctantly, I break away from the kiss. Luci’s eyes flutter open. His pupils are blown, making his eyes wide and dark. There is color in his cheeks, but it’s not embarrassment. That’s better.
“Go on then,” I say as I pat his ass.
I think he might feel more comfortable if he performs the ritual of preparing himself.
He nods and hurries off to his bathroom. Gods. Why did I pat his ass? The feel of his peachy goodness in my hand was incredible, and now I have to stand here alone, not kneading and squeezing that ass. Talk about tormenting myself.
Luckily for me, Luci returns quickly. Wearing a receiving gown. I keep my grimace of disgust to myself. If it makes him feel like he is in familiar waters, then so be it.
My gaze drops to the brace on a silver chain around his neck. A shudder of revulsion dances over me. The deep teeth marks glower at me accusingly. What the fuck did I do to him on our wedding night?
Gently, I lift the horrid thing over his head while he stares at me with enormous eyes.
“You don’t need this,” I say. “I want to hear you.”
He nods shyly and I fling the brace onto a nearby armchair. I’ll burn it later. But I have much better things to be doing right now.
I take his hand and sit him on the edge of his bed. Then I drop to my knees and begin to lift his white gown up. He gasps and tries to wriggle backwards.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
He blushes and freezes.
“I’m your husband. I thought my wish was your command?”
He nods, wide eyed.
“Well, my wish is to suck your cock.”
His shocked little gasp is adorable. His hand flies up to cover his mouth. I watch him intently. I need to read it all. The rhythm of his breaths, the trembling in his legs. The look in his eyes.
He can’t safeword. He doesn’t know how to say no. He needs me to lead and to take charge, but I need to make sure I’m not forcing him to do something he truly doesn’t want to do.
His hand slowly drops down from his mouth. His breathing steadies. Surely there isn’t a man in the world who doesn’t want their cock sucked? He is going to be okay with this, isn’t he?
His hands move, and suddenly his gown is being pulled all the way up to his hips. Baring his beautiful looking, very hard cock to me.
A grin of absolute delight spreads across my lips. And I dive down and take all of him into my mouth. Luci squeals and bucks and my hands go to his hips to hold him still. I don’t have his skill or his patience, but I sure as hell can make up for it with enthusiasm.
I suck and lick and devour. My wet tongue laps and swirls over him. I hollow out my cheeks and suck on him like he is a popsicle. His cock grows harder and harder. The noises Luci makes are divine. High pitched little stuccos of sound interspersed with dramatic gasps. He wriggles most delightfully, but it is easy enough to hold him down.
Suddenly, hot, wet, salty goodness floods my mouth. Quickly followed by a wave of magic flowing into me.
I pull off of him with a wet plop. He stares down at me with an aghast look.
“I’m so sorry!” he pants.
Then he collapses back on the bed. I grin. Surely he understands that coming quickly is the best form of flattery there is? I crawl up after him, pulling him all the way onto the bed.
He spreads his legs for me, and I settle between them. He sees my grin and he visibly relaxes. I give him a soft kiss on the forehead. Then my hand dips down and frees my aching cock, before drifting down to his butt plug. I give it a teasing tug and watch as his eyes widen and he gives a little gasp.
“Let’s see how quickly I can make you cum for me again,” I say as I ease the plug out.
His eyes stay fixed on me. I like this. I like looking at him. It reassures me that he is enjoying himself. And it is incredibly intimate.
Our gazes stay entwined as I slide into him. I watch as wonder and bliss bring out all of his shining beauty.
Slowly, very slowly, I move my hips. Rocking into him in a tender, careful dance. His hands rise up and cling onto my shoulders. His hips lift up to meet me. Pleasure and ecstasy fill his eyes but still he holds my gaze. He is tight and hot and wonderful around me. His legs wrap around my hips.
We dance together. Sharing joy and pleasure and bliss. It builds and builds. I watch, utterly mesmerized, as his impending peak gathers force. I can see it in his eyes, like storm clouds gathering.
