Page 64 of Magic in the Woods
“We can if you want,” I replied.
Our breathing was rapid, our chests touching with each inhale. She let go of my neck slowly, her hands sliding down my shoulders and chest. Dafni pulled them back toward herself once they got low enough for her fingers to get caught on the waistband of my briefs. Her face turned that beautiful shade of red that matched her hair, and I held back a chuckle.She’s so cute when she’s flustered.
Dafni turned away and walked around me before climbing into my bed. I turned a little too late, only catching the back of her bare thighs for a moment before she slipped beneath the covers.
Climbing in next to her, I pulled the covers up over my stomach. I closed my eyes for a moment before I turned my head and looked over at Dafni. I stared at her. She had her eyes closed, though I could see her eyes moving beneath her lids. Her nostrils flared occasionally. The rest of her body didn’t stay still either. I could feel her moving through the mattress we shared.
On the outside, Dafni might’ve appeared calm and collected as she lay beneath the covers with her arms straight at her sides on top of the blanket. But beneath the surface, I knew she was a wreck, her pulse wild, her thighs rubbing back and forth to try to quell the throb of blood flowing betweenthem.
I knew what it felt like—the throbbing with each heartbeat as blood collected and pounded between your legs. My cock was hard and pulsing beneath the briefs I wore.
She was here in my bed, rubbing her legs together, shifting around on the mattress. I knew what the matter was—I knew why she couldn’t sleep. And I knew how to fix it. If she gave me five—no, ten minutes, we’d both be sleeping like babies.
“Dafni?”
Her body stopped moving.
“I know you aren’t sleeping.”
She sighed, turning over to face me, her curly hair spilling over the pillow like a mane, then pressed her face into the pillow. “I can’t sleep.”
“You’re wound up, kitten.”
Dafni raised her head from the pillow, her curls framing her face. “Sorry—am I moving too much?”
“No, you’re just not moving in the right part of the bed.”
She squealed as I tugged on the bottom of the too large shirt she’d insisted on wearing to bed and brought her close to me, all of her curves sinking into my body. I pulled up Dafni’s shirt, my hand snaking up her smooth torso and to the swell of the underside of her breast. I brushed my fingers against the soft skin, pressing my nose into her temple.
“You want this?” I whispered into her skin.
The pause felt like an eternity before she softly whispered, “Yes.”
I brought my cupped hand along her sternum, letting gravity spill her breast into my awaiting hand. Her soft warmth hit my palm, and I waited a few seconds to appreciate the weight before I squeezed her soft yet firm breast.
Her nipple was piercing my skin, so pointed, I almost feigned an abrasion. “Ouch, kitten, you poked me.”
“You’re poking me right now,” she said, wiggling her legstogether against the top of my thigh. The touch vibrated down my body, down to my hard cock, it swelling further, pressing deeper into her thigh. My fingers reached up, from beneath her shirt, trying to pull a button from the hole it was held in.
“Gideon…I think I’d be more comfortable with my clothes on,” Dafni whispered.
My hand stilled, where it was trapped between her bare skin and my shirt. Good. She was telling me what she wanted. I kissed the side of her neck, just below her ear. Dafni giggled before I rolled her perked nipple between my fingers, eliciting a moan. She looked so beautiful, so tempting, lying there brimming with need.
“There are a lot of things I can do to you with your clothes on,” I said.
Dafni reached down, palming my hardened cock in her hands. I hissed as she gripped me tightly. “Do you want to take your clothes off?” she asked.
I tried to grasp how she was feeling, follow the slight tremor in her voice. She was nervous but still eager—and by the way she palmed my cock, I’d have no trouble making a mess even with my briefs on.
“I can keep them on if it’d make you feel more comfortable,” I whispered, leaning over, taking her lips again with mine.
I left the warmth of her breasts, my fingers tracing their way down her stomach and slipping lower. Her hand left my cock to grab onto my wrist, stalling the movement to the smooth skin she hid between her legs.
“Gideon…I’ve never…”
“Kitten.” I removed my wrist from her hold, bringing my hand up to her face. In the dim light of my room, I could see the creases of worry on her forehead. I took my thumb and smoothed the skin, rubbing from between her eyes to herhairline, my fingers then tangling in her curls. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
Her eyes closed for a moment, and I could feel her smooth exhale against my face. This was all new. Intimidating. She was nervous, and it was endearing.
