I was strong enough to push her off if I wanted to, but for some reason, it didn’t feel like I could. I fought back the urge to voice my pleasure, straining under her weight.
She grabbed me around the jaw and forced my mouth open with her thumb. “Don’t hold it in. Moan for me,Zescha.”
Shuddering, I made a noise oddly animal and anxious. I couldn’t help doing what she wanted. I moaned loud enough to batter my own eardrums. “Why does this feel so…so…”
“Stimulating?” she supplied. “Because I’m fucking you with magic. It’s not something just anyone can do, trust me. It’s an artform I’ve mastered.”
As if to make her point, heat lapped at my body in wonderful but vicious waves, and every muscle contracted against the assault.
I’d been on the other side of so much pleasure I could practically call myself an expert, but this was something even I didn’t understand. It was like she was inside me, stimulatingevery nerve and erogenous zone simultaneously. Any longer, and I was afraid I’d go fucking crazy.
I shuddered in place, little whimpers and moans slipping past my lips. I struggled to combat the otherworldly ecstasy she gave me with fingers and magic alone.
“Give into it, babe. Let yourself go. It’s better when you don’t fight it,” she whispered. “Etch this pleasure into your memory like I’m etching it into your body. Only I can give it to you.”
Her fingers sped up, and the stimulation whirled inside in a way that experience and words couldn’t accurately depict. It was on another plane of existence. Everywhere inside and outside of me was shaking, set to vibrate.
I screamed, spine bowing, overcome. I toed the line between fear and greed. Every intense wave made me want it to both stop and never end, and I was a confused, moaning mess. The tension and heat of an approaching orgasm made it impossible to keep quiet, but then everything stopped.
Jo stared down at me as my chest rose and fell with effort, both numb and somehow on fire. “On edge?”
I stared back. “You know I am.” My voice was hoarse with all the moans I’d been letting loose.
Standing, she removed her pants, and I realized the vixen had gone commando. “Good.”
Chapter 15
Better Than Meh
Ibarely heard anything she said with my angry pulse in my ears. My cheeks were on fire and I was probably red everywhere she looked.
I’d seen naked women before, but this was different. I was entranced by the familiar yet unique beauty of her body; the realness of her curves and shape; the scars and markings her clothes hid from view most days.
Jo laid out and beckoned me with her finger like she’d been doing it all her life. “Get on top of me,Zescha.”
In a trance, I did what she asked. I climbed on top of her, and without waiting, she guided my hips to her face. I grappled with the headboard for a second, still quaking all over, unsure of the position despite having done it a few times with Phillip and Sloan—and maybe Cash, though I couldn’t remember all of what we’d done.
Jo’s hot breath teased my wet opening, where she’d destroyed my world with a new kind of pleasure. Her glowing eyes caught on mine as I stared down at her in silent question.
“I can wrap magic around more than my fingers,” was her only warning before her face disappeared between my open thighs.
I tensed and moaned at the first contact of her tongue, the electric tingle of magic slipping right into me, twisting and stimulating the way it had before. She traced my pussy’s shape with her tongue, dipped inside, then swirled the devilish thing around my swollen nub.
The stimulation was absolutely delicious after being forced to wait for more. Honestly, after being forced to wait to do this with her since my bedroom weeks ago.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, the hard suck on nothing but nerves making it difficult not to press down on her face and beg her to go faster. “I’m afraid of hurting you,” I told her through gasping groans.
“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried, babe.” Jo yanked me down and speared her tongue all the way inside.
Heat bloomed and spread, igniting every nerve, every space her tongue and magic touched. Her hands led my hips into a hard back and forth on top of her face, and my anxiety was quickly replaced by stimulation that I worried might be the thing that killed me. I was overwhelmed by it all—the magic, her tongue, her fingers, her devouring mouth. It drove me to near screams and keening moans.
A hard, earth-shattering climax hit me out of nowhere, so devastating I felt the sudden flood that covered Jo’s face. She didn’t hesitate to lap up everything, cleaning both me and her as I shuddered on top of her.
“Wait,” I moaned. “Oh, shit. Fuck.”
The overstimulation of her mouth on my clit and her magic still wreaking havoc on my insides stole another orgasm before I could get away. I shook like a goddamn leaf on top of her, clinging to the headboard for dear life, tense and under a vicious battering.
When I came off the high, the pleasure had gone straight to my head. I couldn’t remember moving to kiss her or how many kisses I dropped all over her body on my way down. I licked and sucked everywhere I could reach until I was between her legs.
