Bite Me

Her voice a little breathy, she admitted, “I've been wet all day thinking about it.”

Magnus reached forward with one hand and grabbed on to her ponytail. Pulling her head back, so that he was able to put his mouth next to her ear, he said, “For the next few minutes, I'm in charge but if at any point you want to stop, tell me.”

“Okay,” she whimpered, rocking back against him, trying to rub her slit across the fly of his pants.

He stepped backward, releasing her hair. Wicked girl, he thought with a grin. “I'm in charge, love. Be still.” He gave her ass a quick, loud smack that made her moan softly.

“Shh,” he reminded her, trailing his fingertips down between her thighs. “There are still people wandering about. Unless you'd prefer that I find something to occupy your mouth.”

She let out a soft shuddering breath that quickly turned into a sharp gasp when he drove three fingers deep into her sopping wet pussy without warning. The agony of being silent was clearly written on her face as she turned her head and met his eyes briefly. They were glassy with want, and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. She was absolutely gorgeous.

“Good girl,” he praised, when she began to silently rock herself back against his fingers. He laid several more smacks against her ass that had her shuddering. “That's right.”

When he felt her begin to flutter around his fingers, he pulled them out of her and said, “Not quite yet. This is a punishment, remember?”

He grinned at her displeased huff. Her sharp intakes of breath and the fact that she was beginning to subtly rock back into each smack of his palm told him what she wasn't able to. She was enjoying every second of this.

Her sense of adventure both in and out of the bedroom was one of the things that he truly loved about her. Magnus froze, his hand in mid-swing at the word choice. Love? He shook his head, trying to dislodge the thought. When it didn't, warning bells began to go off in his mind. Too much. Too soon.

Returning to the present, Magnus realized she was looking over her shoulder at him. Her gaze was heavy lidded when she whispered, “Don't stop.”

As her gaze grew more hesitant, he shoved his wayward thoughts aside and swatted her again. Over the next few minutes he varied the locations of his swats until his hand began to sting from the impact. Changing tactics, he lightly traced the tip of his finger over her slightly reddened ass cheek and then dipped it between her thighs. He let out a long groan when he found her absolutely soaked.

“Fuck, Caroline. You don't know how gorgeous your ass looks with my handprints all over it. I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life.”

Caroline let out a soft whimper as he continued to tease her. “Oh god, Magnus. Fuck me please,” she begged in a harsh whisper.

In no mood to argue, Magnus fumbled with his belt buckle, desperate to free himself. “Christ,” he muttered, his fingers no longer working.

“Oh god, please hurry,” she begged.

When he was finally able to free himself, he shoved his pants and briefs down in one swift motion. With no preamble whatsoever, he drove himself into her on a ragged groan of pleasure. “Oh, fuck. Caroline.”

“So good,” she panted, pressing her hips back in an attempt to take him deeper.

He settled his hands on her hips and something primal inside him took over. He let loose, hammered into her roughly. The velvety grip of her cunt had pressure building at the base of his spine almost immediately. He was about to blow. “Rub your clit for me, love. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

Seeing Caroline's hand slip down between her thighs didn't help the situation, either. If anything, it only added to the mounting release. Thankfully, she let out a muffled whimper seconds later and clamped down on his cock so hard it bordered on painful.

The last bit of control he possessed came completely untethered, burying himself as deeply as he could. Then he exploded inside her, biting back the words he knew it was far too early to say to her.

“Jesus Christ,” he panted, slumping against her back momentarily, resting until his legs could function again.

“Mm,” she mumbled, her elbows now propped on the crate. “Been looking forward to that all day.”

Hearing the relaxed slur of her voice, he stood and asked, “Care to accompany me upstairs for a bite to eat?”

“I didn't even have to cry Easy Mac that time,” she joked, standing up on wobbly legs.

When she looked up at him with that mixture of sleepy satisfaction and vulnerability, he was a goner. “No, you didn't. You never do. I'm happy to feed you whenever you like, so long as I can keep you.”

Caroline looked at him, heart in her eyes. “You have quite a way with words.”

“Thank you. I'm going to go take a last look over the kitchen while you write that email. After, we'll go upstairs, get a bite to eat and curl up. I'm bloody exhausted since someone woke me up so early this morning,” he teased.

“Magnus?”

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