It was rather exhilarating, really.
Her mouth watered when he dropped his pants, freeing his cock. She loved looking at him, loved the proud thrust of his cock, thick and veined and the head heavy and wet with pre-cum. She couldn’t stop staring as he pulled a condom packet from his wallet, opened it, and slowly rolled it down his length, until he was sheathed in the thin membrane. Every movement he made just seemed to make her ache even more inside.
He looked up and saw her watching him, and she watched his eyes flare with need again. He gestured for her. “Come here. I want to show you something.”
Puzzled, Edie got to her feet. Weren’t they going to make love on the couch? She was so damn aroused at the moment. Her hands went to his chest as she approached, and she rubbed her body against his. She wanted to grip his cock, but the lubricant-covered rubber was stopping her. “What is it?”
“I want to show you a piece of furniture I bought. Just for you.”
Er . . . okay. “Can it wait until after sex?”
“It’s for sex,” he told her, a wicked grin on his face. And he went to the opposite end of the living room, to where a strangely shaped settee sat. It was covered in a dark leather and looked a bit like a sideways S, with one tall hump on one side.
She . . . had no idea what he wanted to do with it. Edie wrinkled her nose. “If it’s for sex, why is it in the living room?”
Magnus laughed, shaking his head. “You look so disgruntled. It’s not for exhibitionism. Don’t worry. It’s because of the cat,” he said. “She had her kittens before the delivery man could set it up and I didn’t want him scaring her.”
Now she had a blush on her face. “You had someone deliver a sex chair?” she asked, scandalized.
“Absolutely,” he said, pulling a reluctant Edie over to the oddly shaped chair. “Because I intend on fucking my woman long and hard, and this will make it easy on her knee.” He patted the large slope of the chair. “Lie over this.”
She stepped up to it, still feeling a little embarrassed. “Over it?”
“Yep,” he said, putting his hands on her waist. “Drape yourself over it so that your sweet ass is in the air.”
She did, cheeks hot. With the way the chair was set up, her breasts pressed against the leather and her butt pointed at the ceiling. She was about to comment on how awkward she felt, when his thighs pressed up against hers from behind, and his cock nudged against her ass cheeks.
Then, she stopped caring if it was awkward. With a small moan, she leaned forward, pressing her face against the leather and spreading her hips.
“Feel good?” Magnus asked, stroking a hand over her ass. “Because you look fucking incredible right about now.”
She nodded, and gave him a little wiggle. “Hurry up.”
“Patience,” he told her. “I’m admiring the view.”
“Admire a little faster, because I—” Her words cut off as she felt his cock press against her core. “Oooh, right like that.”
“Mm.” His cock pushed into her, just a little. Just enough to make her entire body light up in response. “I love the way you look like this,” Magnus told her. “I might have a new favorite piece of furniture.” And he pushed into her a little deeper. “Or I might just love the look of your ass, regardless.”
She said nothing, her fingers digging into the leather. As he slowly sank into her, a small sound of pleasure escaped her throat.
“God, I love the noises you make,” he rasped. “Love those sexy little sounds that come out of you.”
And then he pumped forward a little more, and she was impaled on his length, moaning at how ridiculously good he felt. Magnus always knew how to move to give her pleasure, chair or no chair. His hands gripped her hips, and then he began to rock into her, moving back and forth in a motion that had her trying to raise her hips to meet his movements. With the angle she was at, each motion as he pushed into her felt better than the last. Within a few strokes, she was clawing at the chair, desperate to come. Something about the way her hips were placed had him brush right up against her in all the right places, and it was making her crazy with need. It was hard to focus. All she could think about was the ache building between her legs and the push of his wonderful, wonderful cock into her.
“Magnus,” she cried.
“I’m here,” he told her, then thrust harder. “I’m here. With you. Raise your ass for me, babe.”
She whimpered and did as he instructed. The next time he pumped into her, Edie’s legs begin to tense with the onset of her orgasm.
“That’s it,” he gritted. “You’re so fucking tight. I can feel you coming.” He rocked into her even harder, his movements increasing in speed.
And then she was coming, her body clenched tight, senseless sounds of pleasure escaping her throat as Magnus said dirty things to her and kept thrusting into her pussy. And then she felt his body jerk, felt his hands clamp down on her hips, and she knew he was coming, too.
Sweaty, exhausted, and feeling so damn good she could cry, Edie curled her toes and gave a happy sigh of contentment as Magnus rested against her, occasionally thrusting and stirring up the occasional aftershock.
“Damn, I love you,” he muttered. “I think right about now I’d grab you in bed and spoon with you but the freaking bed’s taken.”
A smile curved her mouth. “Where have you been sleeping, then?”
“Couch.”
“Couch is good enough for me.”