but not quite enough to push her over. Perhaps sensing it, he sucked her clit into his mouth flicked the tip of his tongue against it rapidly.
The orgasm that was slowly building suddenly hit her like an avalanche. She felt her whole body begin to pulse as she shattered to pieces. Her knee buckled as she began grinding herself against his face in release. “Fuck,” she cried out as the tension stretched on.
Magnus quickly reached up with his free hand to steady her as she began to shake. He gentled the strokes of his tongue until she finally stilled, slumping against the wall. “Holy shit, Magnus,” she panted.
He wiped the evidence of her arousal from his face with the back of his hand and then gently shifted her leg from his shoulder. When she swayed, he scooped her up and carried her to the dark room at the end of the hall. “This,” he explained, turning on the light, “is the bedroom.”
Caroline couldn't help her satisfied grin when she said, “I thoroughly enjoyed the tour. I had no idea it would be so hands on, though.”
“Oh, I think you might have had some idea. I seem to recall someone telling me to lick her pussy a few moments ago in the hall. At the very least, I had to comply with your request.” Saying so, he deposited her gently on the bed.
“That sounds familiar,” she conceded. She watched as his eyes roamed over her naked form. Slightly uncomfortable, she mentioned, “You're very clothed, still. That seems a little unfair.”
Magnus grinned, then reached down to grab the hem of his shirt. Tugging it over his head, he asked, “Better?”
Caroline shook her head and then gestured to the jeans. “Lovely as the rest of your clothes are, they need to go,” she said, mimicking his earlier words.
“All of it, then?” he asked, smirking as he undid his belt.
Caroline scooted back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows. “All of it,” she confirmed. She watched in undisguised pleasure as he stripped out of his remaining clothes.
When he shed his boxer briefs, his thick cock sprang upward until it lay rigid against his belly. “Is this more fair, then?”
She lost the thread of conversation completely for a moment as she took him in. His pale, sculpted chest was lightly furred, down to one of the most incredible sets of abs she'd ever seen. The contrast of his brightly colored tattoos against his pale flesh made them all the more striking. Eventually she managed, “Your body is perfect. If I would have known what you were hiding under your clothes, I might have gotten you naked earlier.”
“Same goes, love,” he admitted, sliding on to the bed.
Caroline eyed him skeptically. “I'm already in bed with you. There's no reason to pretend I've got the ideal body type.”
“Whatever you may think of yourself aside, love, my cock hasn't been soft around you since you kissed my cheek that first night. You're a lush, curvy woman. You've got the type of body that men dream about and want to press themselves up against. You have beautiful, full breasts. Round hips. Something to hold onto. No matter what your magazines tell you, most men don't want to fuck a woman they're afraid they'll break in half. I certainly don't.”
She felt an unfamiliar tightening in her chest. Rather than address it, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his. Thankfully, he seemed more than willing to forgo any further conversation. Instead one hand threaded into her hair, holding her mouth in place while the other stroked at the thigh she'd slung over his hip in a bid to get closer to him.
“Mm,” he moaned against her lips, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to tangle with hers.
Caroline traced her fingers over the hard ridges of muscle in his chest. As she worked her hand downward, she felt the muscles of his abdomen contract under her touch. When she finally reached his cock, she gripped it firmly in her palm and began to stroke it from root to tip.
“Oh Christ,” he said,
The orgasm that was slowly building suddenly hit her like an avalanche. She felt her whole body begin to pulse as she shattered to pieces. Her knee buckled as she began grinding herself against his face in release. “Fuck,” she cried out as the tension stretched on.
Magnus quickly reached up with his free hand to steady her as she began to shake. He gentled the strokes of his tongue until she finally stilled, slumping against the wall. “Holy shit, Magnus,” she panted.
He wiped the evidence of her arousal from his face with the back of his hand and then gently shifted her leg from his shoulder. When she swayed, he scooped her up and carried her to the dark room at the end of the hall. “This,” he explained, turning on the light, “is the bedroom.”
Caroline couldn't help her satisfied grin when she said, “I thoroughly enjoyed the tour. I had no idea it would be so hands on, though.”
“Oh, I think you might have had some idea. I seem to recall someone telling me to lick her pussy a few moments ago in the hall. At the very least, I had to comply with your request.” Saying so, he deposited her gently on the bed.
“That sounds familiar,” she conceded. She watched as his eyes roamed over her naked form. Slightly uncomfortable, she mentioned, “You're very clothed, still. That seems a little unfair.”
Magnus grinned, then reached down to grab the hem of his shirt. Tugging it over his head, he asked, “Better?”
Caroline shook her head and then gestured to the jeans. “Lovely as the rest of your clothes are, they need to go,” she said, mimicking his earlier words.
“All of it, then?” he asked, smirking as he undid his belt.
Caroline scooted back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows. “All of it,” she confirmed. She watched in undisguised pleasure as he stripped out of his remaining clothes.
When he shed his boxer briefs, his thick cock sprang upward until it lay rigid against his belly. “Is this more fair, then?”
She lost the thread of conversation completely for a moment as she took him in. His pale, sculpted chest was lightly furred, down to one of the most incredible sets of abs she'd ever seen. The contrast of his brightly colored tattoos against his pale flesh made them all the more striking. Eventually she managed, “Your body is perfect. If I would have known what you were hiding under your clothes, I might have gotten you naked earlier.”
“Same goes, love,” he admitted, sliding on to the bed.
Caroline eyed him skeptically. “I'm already in bed with you. There's no reason to pretend I've got the ideal body type.”
“Whatever you may think of yourself aside, love, my cock hasn't been soft around you since you kissed my cheek that first night. You're a lush, curvy woman. You've got the type of body that men dream about and want to press themselves up against. You have beautiful, full breasts. Round hips. Something to hold onto. No matter what your magazines tell you, most men don't want to fuck a woman they're afraid they'll break in half. I certainly don't.”
She felt an unfamiliar tightening in her chest. Rather than address it, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his. Thankfully, he seemed more than willing to forgo any further conversation. Instead one hand threaded into her hair, holding her mouth in place while the other stroked at the thigh she'd slung over his hip in a bid to get closer to him.
“Mm,” he moaned against her lips, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to tangle with hers.
Caroline traced her fingers over the hard ridges of muscle in his chest. As she worked her hand downward, she felt the muscles of his abdomen contract under her touch. When she finally reached his cock, she gripped it firmly in her palm and began to stroke it from root to tip.
“Oh Christ,” he said,
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