She did, but only halfway, propping up on her elbows so her body wasn’t entirely flat and so she could watch him. And fuck, that was a turn-on, too, that she wanted to see what he was doing, even if it was just the bob of his head under her skirt. He suspected his cat lady had a bit of a dirty side to her.
“Let’s see what we have hiding underneath here,” Magnus said, putting his hands on her thighs and hitching up her skirt. The costume fell to mid-calf on one side of her dress, the other hitched up to her thigh. As he pulled the skirts back, he saw her bad knee, a mass of scar tissue and dimpled surgical scars over her flesh. He ignored it, because he wasn’t sure how she’d take a thorough inspection, and instead kissed his way up her thigh before flipping her skirt over his head and going for the main course.
Underneath her skirt, he could make out the scent of her arousal, and it made his mouth water before he’d even put his lips to her. He felt her body stiffen again; the tension was in the muscles of her thighs, the way she seemed to clench everything as she breathed. His nose brushed against the curls of her mound, and he pressed his tongue against her skin, tasting her. He felt her suck in, and it encouraged him to do more. His tongue pressed harder, and a burst of sweet slickness flavored his tongue. “God, you taste good.”
She shuddered again, and her hand pressed against the back of his head through the skirts, just like he’d fantasized. “Keep going.”
“Oh, I plan on it,” he told her, and buried his face against her flesh, tasting. He explored her with his mouth since he couldn’t with his eyes. The folds of her pussy were wet with her juices, and her clit poked out against his tongue every time he swept his mouth over her. The well of her sex was swollen with arousal, and as he thrust his tongue against it, she squirmed.
“Please,” she moaned. “Oh yes, Magnus.”
“You like my mouth on that sweet pussy of yours, Edie?” He breathed between licks. He stroked his tongue from core to clit, lapping up her taste.
“Oh god, yes.”
“Then tell me what you want. Show me.”
Her hand pressed down on the back of his head again as he moved toward her clit. “Right there,” she told him in a soft voice. “Suck me there.”
“Yeah?” he murmured, moving to the spot. He swiped his tongue over her clit again and then took the small nub into his mouth, sucking like she’d demanded. There was nothing sexier than a woman that knew what she wanted in bed.
Edie whimpered, a sexy little sound, and her hips began to rise against his face as he licked and sucked at her clit, giving her what she wanted. His hands gripped her hips, anchoring her in place so she couldn’t get away from his ministrations, and as he lapped and flicked his tongue, alternately sucking, her movements grew more and more frantic, her whimpers escalating. “Oh, please. Oh, Magnus. Yes. Right there,” she whispered when his tongue rubbed against the side of her clit. “God, right there. Oh. Oh! I’m going to come. Oh, god, don’t stop! Oh! Oh, god,” she cried out, and her knees raised into the air even as he felt the orgasm rock through her. “Oh,” she whimpered again, the sound so fucking sexy it made his dick throb with every utterance. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” And with every little noise she made, he flicked his tongue again, milking the orgasm so it seemed to last forever.
And then her whimpers turned into a soft, drawn-out sigh, and he felt her sag against the rock, her body going boneless. He gave her one last swipe of his tongue, enjoying the quivers that moved through her body. He licked his lips and pulled his head free from her skirt, and felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight of her. Edie was flat on her back, her nipples poking through the fabric of her blouse. One hand was pressed to her forehead, shiny with sweat, and her hair was mussed. She had a dazed look of sheer pleasure on her face.
Fucking gorgeous. He dragged her hips to the edge of the rock, keeping her skirts hitched up around her thighs, and freed his cock from the lacings of his football leggings. The cup he’d worn as part of the costume was constricting the hell out of him, to an almost painful degree, and when he ripped it off and his cock sprang loose, he let go a sigh of relief. Then, he stepped forward and pressed the length of his cock against her wet folds, rubbing it along her sex to lubricate himself in case she wasn’t quite yet wet enough to take him. “I’m going to fuck you now, Edie,” he told her. “Put your legs around me.”
Her knees lifted and he felt her calves press against the backs of his legs. Her lips parted, her face intent as she watched him. Waiting for him. Now, he decided that there was a look on Edie’s face that he liked better than that sleepy, fuck-me look. The one when she was getting fucked. With that thought surging through his mind, he sank his cock deep into her.
The first moment was pure fucking bliss. She gave another one of those sexy whimpers, and he felt her all around him, so tight, her pussy clenching him like a fist. And bare. God, he was bare inside her. It was the fucking danger zone, but he’d revel in it for a few moments regardless. He closed his eyes, every nerve ending in his dick screaming for release, and concentrated on Edie.
Every woman fucked different than the last. Magnus had figured that out in college, when the girlfriend he was positive he’d been bringing to screaming orgasms told her best buddy she was faking, and the news got back to him. Once his ego had sufficiently recovered, he started to pay attention to how the woman below him responded to his touch. Some were so into their own head that dirty talk and a few touches would make them come like rockets. Some needed constant touching and lots of heavy pounding to get close to an orgasm. Some didn’t come without lots and lots of pussy-eating and encouragement. A lot of them didn’t come from vaginal penetration at all, and those were the hardest clues to pick up, because a lot of women would just fake so as not to insult her partner. So he closed his eyes and mentally waited for Edie’s signals, his cock buried deep inside her. Right about now, she’d either encourage him for more, or subtly give off the “hurry up and get off me” signals. He shifted his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside her.