Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches - Rajani and Magnus
The angles were all wrong, of course, the movements impossible by physics alone, and everything happened so quickly, so smoothly, so unexpectedly that Janie was both startled and swept up in his momentum before she could have pulled away. Far from unsettling, it was a lovely sensation, orchestral in nature, and she was both instrument and observer in their shared satisfaction.
It was like...yes, like magic, to suddenly be straddling her patron and entirely bare (save for heels and stockings), the panting of him and every urgent word against her breasts making her chest swell and fall eagerly. She did not understand his spell, of course, but neither did Janie question the exposure of his cock she desired so greatly. Her hips rocked of their own accord as he ground his head over her sex, wanting nothing so much in that moment as-
His order came and Rajani buried herself over him with a thrust over him that only just let him finish his words, her body so trained in such obedience that it was compulsory at this stage in the dance, and she gave of herself utterly at his command. The solid stretch of him inside her made her choke softly on a sound that was pure, stupid pleasure, and her eyes where they watched his dirty, brilliant bronze hungrily for signs of approval under her dark lashes were only half-open, half-focused through the bliss of having him fill her from inside-out. Her hips worked over him like a dynamic piston, perfectly oiled and anticipating the next full-body motion even in this one. Her hips were both a part of her and yet able to move independently, gyrating in fluid rolls that pulled slightly away along his length, and then pounded herself directly back down over him to the lowest part of his base. It couldn't be called slow, but she was far yet from jackhammering herself down around him blindly, and this too was an engaging middle-pace of their dance that could be slowed or increased once she felt his response to how she took him.
It was only with the fresh memory of how he'd gone so dark at her calling him master that Rajani managed not to call him that now, though she wanted it very much, to honor how well he provided this for her. "Please, sir," the nonsense of adoration sang from her now more heavily accented lips instead, hoping to please him for how he had said he had wanted her to beg. Even riding him like this, even in the midst of sex, she would have him understand how completely he had her in these moments. "Please," she begged, gratefully, wrapping her arms around his solid shoulders, curling over him to kiss his cheek where he could hear more of her confessional submission in every moaned, murmured offering. "Please...yes, please, please..."