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"Here?" he rumbled. "Right here?"
I nodded, moaning when he wrapped one arm around my hips, stepping back and pushing his jeans down with the other.
The sight we must have made, still dressed and in so much quaking desire that we couldn't even make it to the floor.
He braced my back against the wall, hauling my hips down a bit lower so he could press slickly into me.
I watched his arms flex and hold taut as he pressed his thick member into me, inch by inch.
A vein stood out on his forehead, not from holding me, but from not acting upon his impulse to rut. To fuck me back against the wall.
His throat bobbed as his hips met mine. He braced one hand on the wall over my head as he looked down at me. "You okay? You comfortable?"
I nodded rapidly, tightening my legs around him as he pulled back and snapped forward.
The way he'd braced me against the wall would have made it easier for him to move in and out, but not nearly as easy as it seemed to be. I suspected a magical influence, but I wasn't complaining. Not when he was pumping his cock in and out of my body with such force it nearly took my breath away.
He didn't remain there against the wall for long, I soon found myself carried through the door and propped upon the first flat surface he could reach, the buffet table just inside the dining room.
I gripped the edges of the table and he reached down to palm at my breast through my dress. He apparently wasn't satisfied with just that, because seconds later, the front of my dress had been unbuttoned and both breasts were bouncing freely for him to touch and stroke at his leisure. Rifyr had legit magic hands and if it were up to me, he could use them on me wherever he wanted.
He flicked his thumb over my nipple, bending down to suckle the other. He pulled it between his lips, releasing it with a soft pop as he moved over to give the other the same treatment. He left them wet and stiff as he straightened up, groaning as his pace began to slow.
I tightened my legs around his hips to keep him where he was. He shook his head. "Not yet…"
He pulled out of me, squeezing his hand around the base of his cock for a long moment, before he reached for me again.
I was carried to a chair this time, my legs spread wide as he dropped down to his knees before me.
His thumbs spread my pussy open as he lowered his head to my sex. His tongue fluttered through my folds, licking up the length of my slit and back down again.
My legs shook as he found my clit, swirling his tongue over the sensitive nub before he looked up at me from between my legs.
I gasped as he closed his lips around it, sucking lightly while his tongue fluttered out a rhythm that had me gasping his name over and over again.
He hummed while he licked me. Like I was the most amazing thing he'd tasted that evening. I reached down, grasping the back of his head as he doubled down, swirling and sucking and making my toes curl up as I shook through one of the more intense orgasms I'd ever had.
I was still shaking when I pushed him away, pushing on his shoulders until he laid down on the floor and I could lower myself over him once more.
His cock was so hard it looked painful, his body wound tightly and begging for release.
It took me a moment to find a rhythm on top of him like this, but I finally found it, drawing moans and gasps from his throat as I brought him swiftly to climax.
His hips stuttered, bucking up into me as his hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he came.
I rose off him, rolling over to his side and cuddling against him there on the dining room floor.
My knees burned from rubbing against the carpet, and my thighs burned from the way I'd been moving, but my body felt satiated and I rolled over to kiss him once more.
"Was that--" I whispered.
"So fucking good, Zelle…" he murmured. "As soon as I can feel my legs, I'm going to carry you back to bed for round two."
Round two sounded perfect.
