“You’re so beautiful,” he said, pressing another hard, quick kiss to her mouth as he pulled his hand free from her panties. “I love the look on your face when you come. You look so startled.”
Edie blinked at that. “Say what?”
Magnus just grinned. “It’s true. You have this awestruck look on your face every time you come, as if you weren’t expecting all that pleasure. I fucking adore it.” He patted her hip. “And I want to see it again, so take these pants off now.”
She wiggled out of his lap and got to her feet, noticing that his cock was erect under his jeans, the bulge of him impressive. She shimmied out of her jeans and panties both, sending them to the floor. Her sex felt slick, her pulse throbbing hard with the aftermath of her orgasm, and she still felt full of anticipation . . . because Magnus wasn’t going to let her go until she came again, and came harder. He was nothing if not an overachiever.
And damn, she loved that about the man.
Just thinking about that made her flush with warmth, and she turned and looked at him, seated on the couch. His eyes were sleepy with arousal, and she wanted to climb all over him, rub her naked body against him. This time, she wanted to turn him on and make him wild, instead of the other way around.
Seemed like a pretty good idea to Edie.
She straddled him on the couch, sliding a thigh over each of his, her knees against his hips. She was careful to keep her weight off of her bad knee, though she could tell from the way his body tensed against her that he was thinking about it, too. “I’m fine,” she told him, and pressed her breasts against his chest. She liked this position, because this way she could see his wonderful, gorgeous face with its blunt features and sinful eyes. She could rub her hand through his hair, and she could press her breasts against him . . . and rock her pussy against the bulge of his cock. Her body was draped all over him like a blanket.
And it felt incredible.
Magnus groaned, his eyes closing. She felt his hands go to her hips, and then he pushed her down harder, against the denim bulge of his erection. “You feel so damn good,” he told her. “Is this going to hurt your leg—”
“I don’t have any weight on it,” she told him. “I’m okay. I promise.” She leaned in and ran her tongue along the edge of his jaw. “And I like this.”
“Fuck, you’re not the only one.” He ground his hips against hers, his cock prodding against her core. “Ah, fuck. Now I wish I was naked, too. Look at how sweet this body is.” His hand skimmed down her back, then clenched on one buttock. “I can’t wait to take you from behind, you know. I’d love to see this ass bouncing while I fuck you.”
It sounded pretty good to her, too. She circled her hips on him, pressing down against his cock, and then her hands went to his shirt. He needed to take off his shirt, because she wanted to feel his bare chest against hers. He got the hint when she tugged at his clothing, and through a tangle of limbs, they managed to pull his shirt off, and then the wife-beater tank he was wearing under it. Then it was nothing but Magnus’s smooth chest in front of her, and she slid her hands over the hard planes of his chest. Magnus had told her before that he liked to work out when he was frustrated with his gaming, and it looked as if he’d been working out more than usual. He was firm everywhere, his pectorals hard, his stomach taut. God, she was lucky. Her finger dipped into his belly button and she felt his skin twitch.
“Push those tits against me again, Edie,” he told her. “I like the feel of you on my lap.”
She did, and his hands went back to her ass, grinding her against his cock. Her breasts skimmed against his chest, her nipples hard. Oh, he felt so good to rub against. She made little noises of pleasure in her throat, kissing him as she moved up and down on his denim-covered cock, her breasts moving against his chest, his tongue playing with hers. God, she felt as if she could come again.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against her mouth. “My beautiful, sweet Edie.”
She dragged her fingernails down his chest lightly, scraping at his skin, and was rewarded with a new groan from him. “I want you naked, Magnus. I need you inside me. Deep.” Her tongue flicked against his. “Hard. Fucking me.”
His green-gold eyes flared with need, and his hand went to her hair, capturing her against him. He thrust hard up against her sex, until she was gasping at the feel of him. “Like that, baby?”
“Just like that,” she breathed, incredibly aroused. She rubbed against his chest, whimpering when his nipples scraped her own. “Oh Magnus. I need you so bad.”
“Want me to fling you down on this couch and fuck you until you’re screaming, now?” His lips moved over her jaw, her neck, kissing her everywhere. “Want me to fill that sweet, empty pussy of yours with my cock?”
Her entire body shivered, and oh god, she did feel so empty. “Yes,” she said, suddenly frantic for him. “Please. I need you.”
“Then let me get a condom, love,” he murmured, kissing her mouth again. “Then I’m going to take you so damn hard. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
She nodded, dazed at the mental images his words put in her mind. God, she wanted him. She wanted him to take over, to push himself into her and make her come, and come, and come . . .
Magnus patted her ass. “Up for me, love.”
She slid off of his lap, hating how cold and bereft she felt without him. Edie watched him as he stood up, and blushed, scandalized at the sight of the wet spot over the straining crotch of his jeans. That was all her, wasn’t it? He made her so wet and so needy that she didn’t care. She was completely free in his arms.