Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches - Rajani and Magnus
He almost had what he wanted early, the fingers against her clit causing the small of her back to shunt more upright, her lips still parted and slick from drinking in his flight of kisses. His chuckle was sweet and a touch wild, and Janie writhed against his solid, driving member for the almost unbearable sensations of it, trembling leaf-fine at what it took to keep herself from denying his request, ironically, in her readiness. The flush of sex coloured her heaving chest and cheeks with rosy heat where she found the demand of his godly golden gaze with the supplicant ecstasy of her own. Anything, everything, her lust-drowning eyes promised, though she hated to have it end. "Gods, yes," Janie barely whispered, her nails scratching softly up the back of his neck and into his hair, to grasp the salon-sleek softness with her fingers and hang on to him for what was to come.
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She barely whispered but he heard it nonetheless, unable not to when his every sense was strained towards her - sight and hearing, but touch and taste and even smell as well. Every nerve ending in his body seemed swollen, glutted with pleasure as she writhed, shivered, tangled her fingers desperately in his hair - she was so unbelievably responsive, so sensitive to every touch and twitch, a work of gleaming art in his arms. A treasure. And part of him desperately wanted to stave off orgasm, to make this last longer, to drink her dry of pleasure, but there was no way to accomplish such madness. No way to resist the heat in her eyes or the slick clasp of her body, her whispers, the need evident in every line of her - what kind of boor would make her wait? What man could?
He brushed his lips over hers, almost clumsy with the same shivering, screaming desire, the same panting need. "Now," he breathed - and drove up into her as hard as he could, his fingers stroking and commanding over her clit. Two thrusts, three, four, and the edge rushed up to meet him in a blaze of starfire, flooding every cell in a roar of white-hot bliss that had him clutching at her, riding out his pleasure in her body. He came as she'd begged him to, deep inside her in a blinding rush.
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The hard jerk and hot spurt of him through her grasping core would have been enough to set her off by now, even if Magnus had not stroked her clit as if he had trained it himself. She moaned out loud with sheer, joyful gratification regardless of who overheard beyond their curtains, shuddering and pushing her head back where her spine bowed against him. There was a glint of something strange in her wide-open eyes, a flash of pale amber rising from the dark around her round pupils, consuming her gaze for only an over-brilliant moment before it faded. The whole shape and scope of her pleasure lasted much longer, tiny jolts of aftershocks shooting off like fireworks even after the initial lightning bolt of orgasm. If there was anything else in the world, for those few moments, she did not know it.
Janie gradually became aware of her own breathing again, re-focusing on the man under and in and around her, she had already begun softly mouthing kisses into the hollow of his collarbone, so lightly against his adam's apple, just under Magnus' jaw, petting back his hair as she kneaded one of his earrings gently between the faint smile across her lips.
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The quick, bright flash of amber-gold in Rajani's eyes pushed Magnus' pleasure further and higher, to say nothing of the exquisite bliss etched into every line of her body - the curve of her spine, her jaw, her lips. The sound she made, so unabashadly, shamelessly reveling in her body's bliss, aroused and delighted and honored him. It felt like a gift.
He was still drifting on the warm after-shocks of his release when he felt Rajani's kisses fall on his skin like soft summer rain, or brushing rose petals. He hummed with languid pleasure, tipping his head back for her with a low sigh. His palm idly stroked her back, from the base of her neck to the small of her spine - an affectionate, hedonistic caress, simply for the pleasure of touching her.
He shivered slightly, pleasantly as she teased his earrings, his nerves still humming and sensitive. "Much more of that, and you'll have me utterly boneless, treasure."