Chapter 5 #3
Originally, he had locked himself away in the room and slid her out the key to have her hold onto until he was certain he’d be alright, but his room would always be a disaster and he’d be walking funny for the next couple days.
They’d started with getting him one of those sex sleeve toys, which at some point made it to the full silicone torsos they got him every time he felt one of his episodes coming on.
He always said his memories were vague during those times, but it helped him to have something he could wrap his body around.
. . Either way, the silicone torsos looked a horrifying, mangled mess by the time he was done with them. And they weren’t cheap either.
“Are you okay now?” Warren asked gently, interrupting her thoughts.
She shifted a bit uncomfortably beneath him. “I guess…” She murmured and cleared her throat a bit. It felt a little raw.
“I’m relieved to hear it.” He pressed a soft kiss to the underside of her jaw. “I was worried we wouldn’t make your time limit.” He shifted, probably casting a glance back at the clock. “Granted, if I’m not quick, we still might not. . .”
She frowned lightly at him, trying to remember some of what he’d said while her mind was blinded by pain, but it just wouldn’t come to her. “How do you mean?”
He shifted his weight to hold himself above her, arms braced on either side of her head.
“I tend to be a bit of a long battle when it comes to sex. It takes me a long time to finish.” He breathed a laugh and looked away incredulously.
“Which had never been a problem before. . .” He cut his gaze back at her consideringly and she shifted uncomfortably.
She could feel the way he shifted inside her with every shift of movement they made.
“But I don’t often make love to virgins, so there’s a chance we’ll just have to extend this out over a couple of days if you don’t plan to take off work. ”
The way he looked at her made it seem he wanted clarification. She shook her head and he nodded, then a moment later, quirked an eyebrow as though he’d had an intriguing thought.
“Question,” he posed, pursing his lips in a considering expression. “Can you loop your magick between us? Making a kind of feedback loop or something?”
Janice frowned at the query. She’d never tried to do something like that before.
Honestly, she couldn’t say she’d ever even considered it.
She’d only ever practiced giving power to others after finding out she could sense things about others with it.
And then there was pulling the power she used back into herself, so that she was no longer attached to the person. . .
What he was asking sounded like a ring of power cycling between the two of them continuously. She could only guess at what would happen if she did that, but supposed it was worth a try. She could even try practicing with her brother later and figure out how to use such a thing practically.
Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and focused on drawing the power she had been feeding to him back into her body.
She felt the man’s erection within her flag a bit, becoming smaller by a notable degree.
She focused on blending the power she’d drawn from him with the lazy reservoir of power within her before cycling it back over to him and mixing it with the power she’d left there and his energy.
Her control wavered a bit as the man grew within her, his soft moan ringing in the focused silence.
Her breathing picked up, her arousal growing steadily as she tried to figure out how to get the power cycling and stirring between them.
To keep them interlocked, but it was becoming a bit difficult as her body started crying out for his again.
Instead, she decided to just spin the power like a disk or a blender that spun the power and energy between them and mixed and blended them together until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.
He growled and she felt it as though it had come from her own body.
She moaned and it sounded as though his voice were ringing in her ears.
And it felt as though they were on fire, burning together as she felt the movement of their bodies build the passion that they shared.
It was only a few strokes and she felt like she would explode.
Like she couldn’t contain her share of the passion he stroked into her faster and faster.
She felt she might lose her mind if it continued much longer.
She was drowning in the scents, sounds, and taste of his mouth.
The air around them had a wild, shimmery blue glow when they opened their eyes and warmth wrapped around them, filled them, pulsed with their desperate desire for release.
Their bodies came together over and over again, wild and unhinged as they raced for that freedom, always several strides ahead of them.
She couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take it.
It was too much. This wanton obsession would drive them both insane if they continued to strive this way.
They felt the swelling. Their minds and bodies would break.
. . but they felt so full. . . increasingly full and the pushing and pulling of that growing fullness at the mouth of their opening— Oh!
It was so much. Too much. Far too much. They would explode!
Their bodies would rip, tear. . . They’d be ruined if—
Their breath caught on the edge, and they finally burst, expressing the liquid magma like a volcano finally blowing it’s top, as they felt the earth shudder around them, squeezing them, milking them for all they were worth…
And then darkness…