Page 56 of Enchanting the Elf
Adelbert falls back on his butt and his breath comes in shallow pants as he takes in my naked body.
“You’re… you’re….” Adelbert stammers, silver eyes roaming over every part of my body.
“Naked?” I suggest.
“The most exquisite thing I have seen in my entire life.” Adelbert’s voice is full of sincerity and my eyes threaten to tear up.
Not wanting to derail from possibly getting an orgasm out of this situation, I save that comment in a mental file to be examined at a later—hopefully postclimax—stage and say, “Your turn. Take it off, baby.”
The endearment slips out and my eyes bulge as I realize what I just said. My heart starts racing, preparing for Adelbert’s rejection, but he either didn’t register what I said or is choosing to ignore it.
Wordlessly, he untucks his shirt and starts unbuttoning it, a playful smirk lifting his lips as he catches me sitting up straighter to get a better look. Adelbert shrugs his shirt off and my eyes catch on his fated tattoo, which matches mine in placement.
Adelbert notices where my eyes have drifted to and angles his body so I can get a better look at the overlaid sun, moon, and staron the left side of his ribs. I twist my own body to match his and we study each other silently for a moment.
“I am glad it was you,” Adelbert whispers.
“I am glad it was you, too,” I whisper back.
Adelbert then pops open the button on his pants. The sound of the zipper lowering drowns out the birdsong around us and my focus is on him only. He drags off his pants and underwear in one swift motion to reveal his cock.
Even his cock is elegant. Long and smooth and curved just right, I know he’ll hit that perfect spot inside me. But that’s not a thought for today.
We both take a moment to drink the other in and, not able to hold back any longer, I lean back and widen my legs further than before.
Adelbert’s mage hand moves swiftly up one leg and rests in the crease between my inner thigh and pussy. I dare not move in case it spooks him. Butterflies swirl in my stomach and my heart pounds in anticipation.
A single digit strokes lightly against my pussy lips before entering me slowly.
“Florence.” My name sounds like a prayer from Adelbert. “You’re so wet, so warm, so tight.” The final word comes out on a growl and his finger retreats to be joined by a second.
A loud moan escapes me at the sensation of being filled and Adelbert angles his magic fingers and rubs at my G-spot.
“So good, baby. Touch yourself for me, too. Show me how you like your cock stroked,” I tell Adelbert as I start riding his invisible hand.
“Yes, Liebling. Watch me. Watch what you do to me.”
I whimper as Adelbert removes his fingers from my pussy, but my fascination grows as his phantom fingers glisten with my essence, and he coats his cock with my arousal. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve seen in my life.
Now lubed up withme, Adelbert runs his right hand over his wet cock and grins in satisfaction. His mage hand returns to my pussy and I moan loudly as he smoothly thrusts two fingers back in.
Impressing me further, Adelbert multitasks like a pro. He rubs my clit and fucks me with his phantom fingers as he pumps his hand up and down his cock on the other side of the blanket.
Whimpers turn to panting as I chase my climax, moving my hips in time with Adelbert’s strokes. His harsh breaths match my rhythm, and masculine grunts fall from his lips.
Adelbert adds a third finger, stretching me so good as he strums my clit. My moans become louder and Adelbert’s sexy sounds propel me closer to the edge.
“Yes, baby. Just like that. Keep going,” I tell Adelbert, loving how he reads all my cues.
“Are you going to come for me, Liebling? Let me feel you squeeze around my fingers before I spill for you,” he says through clenched teeth, eyes locked on where his fingers are entering me.
“Yes, yes, yeeees.” My screams ring out across the meadow and a flock of birds take flight. My eyes close and my back arches as my orgasm slams through me, momentarily stealing my breath. My pussy contracts around Adelbert’s fingers as tingles race across my skin.
I open my eyes just in time to see Adelbert explode into his hand, his load so much that it shoots onto the blanket, almost reaching me. Yet, he never looks at it. His blissed-out, half-lidded gaze is only fixed on my face, his jaw slack, blinks slow.
Peaceful.
Beautiful.
