Chapter 23
Wizard
We might have all night, but I still feel like there’s a certain amount of redeeming myself for my hair trigger climaxes that I’d like to do.
Or maybe… just… fuck it. If I come so many times that I’m so drained I can’t possibly come again, that’s okay.
Esme planned this whole thing for us so we could get away and be together.
Mostly just be. Nothing has to be perfect. It just has to be us.
Esme fills the tub while I get the champagne out of the fridge.
I’m not really an alcohol person. I don’t have much more than a beer at the clubhouse.
I need to be sober to do my job. I don’t mind beer, but I always thought the hard stuff was pretty gross.
Champagne? I wouldn’t know the good stuff from the cheapest bottle.
I do know, as I wind off the foil and pop the cork, that tasting this right alongside Esme, if I can get creative enough with it, will probably put it somewhere up close to my new favorite drink.
When I turn back around, the bottle still smoking, I find Esme totally naked standing beside the bath.
My jaw unhinges. “Holy fuck,” I blurt. My cock is immediately, painfully hard.
My balls ache. I just came, and they’re raring to go again.
She’s so gorgeous. I love her small breasts and gentle curves.
Her long hair hangs down her back and frames her face.
Her lashes seem extra thick over her luminous, dark eyes.
The light paints her skin gold. She’s a vision.
And there she is, staring at me like I’m exactly the same, even though my hair is mussed, I’m probably all dopey and googly-eyed, and I have crusted come stuck to my stomach.
I force my legs to take me over to the tub. Esme climbs in and kneels in the rushing water. The water is really flowing. It comes from the side, so that the back and the front are both free for leaning.
I get in the opposite side, keeping the bottle over the edge. It’s so cold that it’s sweating all over the place, droplets landing on the tiled floor surrounding the tub.
Esme makes it hot and deep, then turns off the water.
She tips her head back and opens her mouth. “Pour away.”
“This is fizzy! I can’t dump it in your mouth. You’ll choke.”
“Nah. It’ll just overflow and you can lick it off. Actually…” Her eyes gleam wickedly. “Pour some in and I’ll show you a cool trick.”
That sounds ominous. And sexy.
I tip the bottle and pour the smallest amount into her mouth. She scoots forward, grasps my shoulder, and leans over me. She kisses me. When my lips part, she allows the champagne to trickle in. It’s warm from her mouth. No longer bubbly.
I feel instantly drunk.
My vision shorts out, going blindly white.
I kiss her again, sinking my free hand into her hair to hold her close.
She explores my mouth, stroking my tongue with her own.
I wonder if she can taste herself beneath the champagne.
I feel so open to her. Not just physically, though I’m trusting my body to her.
I hope she feels this safe with me. I hope she doesn’t just feel this white hot need, but below it, there’s a deep river of intimacy.
She pulls back, grinning at me, and then she tips the bottle and dumps champagne all over my chest. She’s quick to lap it up, her tongue laving along my collar bones, licking the fizzing, sticky droplets.
She licks all the way up my neck, along my jawline, and back over to my lips.
When she claims them this time, the kiss sparkles just as bright and bubbly as the champagne.
“Is this okay? It’s not too fast?” I ask between her lips devouring mine. I’m really late in asking that. It doesn’t feel like it, but I want to check in.
“It’s not too fast.” Her tongue hits the back of my mouth, then runs along my teeth until it finds mine and strokes that too. “It’s just right.”
“You have to be hungry?” I tip the bottle into her mouth when she’s done kissing me. She swallows a long pull. The bath is hot. She’s hot. Literally. She’s sweating because the water is boiling us both.
“I will be later.” She wipes her mouth and then licks the back of her hand.
My cock kicks under the water.
“You should have some fruit.”
“Okay. And you can feed me your cock.”
“Oh my god.”
“Maybe your balls too. I didn’t give them enough attention last time. I wanted to fix that.”
“If you put your mouth on me, I swear to god I’m gonna come in five seconds.”
“Okay.” She pours champagne into her palm, cups it, and brings it to my mouth. I lap from her hand, my tongue dragging over every one of her fingers, sucking them into my mouth when I’m done. “Well…” She’s flushed and breathing heavily. “What do you want to do?”
“This. With you.”
“I’m dying. I made it too hot.”
“I’m also dying.”
We look at each other and burst into laughter. Errant rose petals slap at our limbs as the water gets choppy from all the giggling.
“Life is so crazy,” she sighs, then immediately rips her eyes to my face like she regrets saying it and wants to apologize.
I don’t need an apology. She’s here with me. We’re together. This is wonderful. “Everyone says it works in mysterious ways.”
“Life?”
“Maybe that’s not how it goes.” I lean over the side of the tub and set the bottle down on the tile. “Come here. I want you to ride me.”
Her eyes blow out and get huge. “Right now?”
“I mean, not inside. Just… do you want to rub up against me? Dry hump, but I guess not, since we’re in the water?”
“Do I want to rub against you until I drive myself out of my mind and come just from the friction?”
I’m worried it sounds too juvenile, but I want to experience everything with her, and despite us saying we were going to go slow, I’m in a hurry to do it all.
Hurry is the wrong word. I can’t find the right one.
My brain is still mush from that orgasm and my cock has syphoned the rest of the blood back away from my brain ever since it refused to deflate afterward.
She stands up right in front of me. My jaw unhinges yet again. Her skin is covered in water, all slick and pink from the hot water. Her pussy is perfectly level with my face. I could lean forward and bury my tongue in her and—
“I would love to do that. How would you like me to sit?”
“I…”
I expect her to perch on my lap, knees at either side of my thighs, but she drapes herself over me, her legs along the full length of mine, feet at my ankles. She grasps my shoulders and uses the water and her own strength to rock against me.
If I thought I was fucked before, I had no idea.
All I can do is turn my face into her hair and gasp out ragged breaths as her slick heat glides over my cock.
The water makes it smooth and weightless, effortless, but through the heat of the bath, I can still feel the heat of her.
I manage to get my hand to move after the first few strokes.
I drop it to her hip and splay my fingers there, half over her belly and half cupping her ass.
“Wizard…” She kisses me, stroking my tongue in time to the way her body rolls and rocks against mine.
My hips roll and surge even though I try to keep my ass pinned to the bottom of the tub.
My cock head glides against her smooth, slick pussy.
It’s gentle at first, but the more I do it, the wilder Esme gets.
She devours my mouth, nibbling on my lips, sucking my tongue, then jerking away and kissing down my neck, sucking hard enough to bruise beneath my ear and the side of my throat.
Her nails dig in against my shoulders as she rocks harder and faster.
The water makes our skin smooth, but there’s still so much delicious friction.
She writhes along with my thrusts, until our bodies are tangled, every stroke intentional, dragged out, driving us both insane.
I thrust like I’m buried deep inside of her, like she’s wrapped all around my cock, squeezing the life out of me.
We rock together so wildly that the bath water starts splashing. Rose petals wriggle madly on the surface.
Esme sinks her teeth into my collarbone as she works herself over my dick, bearing down hard enough that I see stars.
I fling my head against the back of the tub hard enough to knock myself out and see different sorts of black spots.
I was hot from the temperature of the water, but now I’m on fire.
My skin is all white heat, and beneath the surface, I have straight up magma flowing through my veins.
She rears up, clawing against me so that she can do sinful things that make the world fade away and splinter.
She chants my name, over and over. I can feel how slick she is, even under the water.
She surges up, her forehead crushing against mine.
Her hot breath pants over my lips, but she never kisses me.
She just keeps saying my name, over and over.
“Wizard… oh my god. Wizard… fuck. Wizard…”
My whole body is a bundle of tension, muscles gone rock hard as I thrust and thrust and thrust.
“Wizard, oh god, I’m coming…”
Those words are magic, a spell that sucks me up and churns me into a tumbling freefall.
Esme vibrates against me, her hips driving down, so much heat flooding over my cock.
My brain shorts out as I erupt. Hot come jets between us, mine and hers.
I keep rocking and thrusting into her, coming and coming.
We keep grinding together until we both get too sensitive, and then her arms twine around my neck and mine close around her.
She peppers kisses along my neck and jaw, over my ear, up to my cheek until her breathing slows and she comes down a little.
My brain isn’t doing well. I want to string a few words together, but it seems to take a colossal amount of effort.
“We—need… to—eat dinner. This time. For real.”
She giggles, but I don’t even know how she finds that much energy or oxygen. My head is going to float away from my body from all the heat of the bathwater, the champagne, from being drunk on Esme, and all the orgasms.
“Real food this time?”
It takes me a good while to catch my breath. “As opposed to each other, or the strawberries and champagne?”
“Mm. Both?”
“Yes, real food. Dinner. From the menus. Downstairs, they’ll start to wonder what’s taking so long.”
Esme kisses the end of my nose. “I think they know exactly why we haven’t ordered yet. It’s the honeymoon suite, remember?”