He lets me come first.

Xadrian seems to find a source of inner calm. His breathing becomes deep and even, his motions deliberate. He’s still eager for this--the evidence of that is hard and undeniable inside me--but he’s not going to rush it.

That means I get to take my time. I listen to my body and savor the way he feels, how nicely he fits me, how deeply he enters me. I find a rhythm and settle into it, swaying on top of him, every motion a small step upward into dizzying heights of arousal.

He caresses my thighs, and my tingling breasts. I lean down and kiss him, ravenously, trying to show him just how wild he’s making me. He moans, and just that little sound makes me shiver.

I lose track of time. I lose track of everything but the feel of him within me, and the sound of our breathing, and the touch of his hands. After a while--who knows how long--something inside me starts to come alive, to unfold, to take control of my muscles one at a time. Soon I’m a passenger in my own body, and I can feel myself quickening, hear myself gasping.

He puts his hands on my hips, pulling me to him, rising up to meet me. I groan and bear down, rocking faster, hurling myself against him, driving his hard cock as deep into me as I can. At some point it becomes inevitable, and I clutch myself to him tightly, burying my face in his neck.

Then I come, and I muffle a scream in the mattress as shock and delight surge through me. My hips quake, and Xadrian cries out as my cunt throbs. Every motion engulfs me in another wave of bliss, and I hang onto him, letting my orgasm toss me and tumble me.

Eventually I get control of myself again, and I slow my pace, easing him in and out of me, thrilling at every inch of him. “You should come now,” I breathe in his ear.

“Yes…”

I lift myself on my hands so I can see his face, then deliberately give him a squeeze from my cunt, relishing the way he gasps. After that he takes firm hold of my hips and starts to rock against me, and I match him, helping him to thrust high up into me. His breathing becomes quick and frantic, and I purr, thrilling at how hard and eager he is inside me.

His orgasm hits him, and when he thrusts up sharply and bursts, my whole body lights up. I toss my head back and sigh as he releases into me, thrusting again and again. It’s perfect and precious and I resolve to get him to come inside me as often as humanly possible from now on.

Soon he’s out of breath, flat on his back, and gazing up at me with a look almost like worship. “My gods,” he whispers.

“Mmm hmm,” I agree. I wiggle a little, and I’m rewarded by another gasp and another leap of his cock.

Gently, I lie down atop him, and he wraps his arms around me. I relax into the warmth of him in me and under me. “We should do that again,” I tell him. “Right now.”

He laughs. “I’m going to need a little time to recover.”

“Really? You don’t know any magic for that?”

“The Sorceress really hasn’t covered that topic.”

“I disagree with her priorities,” I tell him.