Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches - Rajani and Magnus
Magnus hissed again, the sound melting into a desperate groan as Janie moved against him. It was all dissolving into fire, molten gold and magma consuming them both, her skin under his lips and her nails at his neck, slickness beneath his fingers like musical keys, playing her body like an instrument; her moan, siren-song -
And then she begged.
He picked her up by her hips and spun her around, off the floor, a spell reinforcing his muscles because he was strong, but the angles were awful. He flung one arm backwards as he leaned back, fell back and pulled her with him, pulling her mouth against his so that she was straddling him and they were kissing, hard and hungry and desperate, fervent. His hands ran over her body, greedy and reverent both at once; no fumbling teenager, her bra came undone easily under his fingers and he cast it aside, breaking off from her lips to kiss her shoulders, her smooth collarbone, open-mouthed and panting on her breasts. His palm at the small of her back pulled her harder against him, grinding her wet, bare sex against his clothed arousal.
"We've both won," he husked, almost a growl as he reminded her of their earlier exchange. "You begged, and I - gods of earth and fire, treasure, I need to be inside you. Now."
He murmured against her breast, sibilant words in a dead language that had the zipper on his trousers undone in an instant, pulling open around his aching erection. He reached down between their bodies to grasp the base of it, pulling at her hip with his other hand to guide her against it, rubbing the slick head against her wet, silky sex with a groan.
"Now," he repeated, and this time it was an order but also a plea, hoarse and breathless and his pupils blown as he looked up at her. "Ride me, Rajani."