Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches - Rajani and Magnus
Magnus laughed softly, amused and half-breathless. "You don't need to hope, treasure. I'll be all too happy to show you, very - very - soon..."
The way she moved - his breath caught in his throat at the luxurious sway of her hips, the faint light gleaming over her silky, tawny skin. Janie wondered if he was hard? Every second increased his arousal, so that pleasure was beginning to edge into faint pain as his erection pressed against the zipper of his pants; he could feel his pulse in his fingertips, between his legs as her clever, wicked fingers slid over her body, drew down the black satin of her underwear. He could hardly tell where to look; the long, rich spill of her hair like ebony against her skin, or the perfect curves of her ass.
He blinked, remembering himself, more amused than embarrassed that he was reacting so strongly. Why be embarrassed, when it was so enjoyable - so very, very delicious? He traced the neat shape of her pubic hair with a fingertip, light as a breath, then gently carded his nails through it. Gently, gently caressing the warm skin, before he cupped her possessively, sliding his fingers over and between her slick folds, his middle fingertip just teasing the entrance to her sex.
"Beautiful," he murmured, kissing Rajani's earlobe once more, his arm still firmly around her waist. His voice was rough, strained almost to the breaking point as his finger dipped shallowly in and out of her, teasing and torturing them both. "Such a good, beautiful girl for me." He drew her closer, tightening his hold so that her ass was pressed hard against the bulge of his arousal - 6' 3'', and all of him in perfect proportion. The pressure made him hiss softly in her ear, a hungry, nearly desperate sound.