13. Keira
I stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror framed in gold, taking in my reflection.
I release a few fire orbs until the lighting is perfect.
The illumination is soft enough to make my gown shimmer and my skin glow.
To make the red, orange and blond strands of my hair dance and glitter with my movements. To hide any imperfections.
Impossible, Aldrin rumbles. There are no imperfections when it comes to you.
My stomach drops in anticipation. Do you like what you see?
Very slowly, I turn in a circle, allowing him a full look at my legs and hips on display.
At the peak of my ass revealed by the briefs beneath the gown.
I let my gaze linger on the bare expanse of my stomach, then, as I slowly glide it up to my breasts, I lean forward, allowing their roundness to escape from the crossing strips of fabric. The edges of my pink nipples peek out.
Hmmm. He is filled with satisfaction.
I get a glimpse of him through his own eyes, lying back on a simple pallet bed in a mostly bare room. He folds his arms behind his head, his tunic rising to reveal his lower stomach, but all I can focus on is the outline of his thick erection in his pants.
I want to make a mess of him.
The surge of his arousal as his cock throbs pulses through me.
I close my eyes and throw my head back at the feel of it.
The desire to wrap my hand around the velvety skin of his hardness has heat pooling between my legs and my entire body tingling.
What I wouldn’t give to put it in my mouth right now.
Keira, dear heart. That low, deep tone rings through my head. Open your eyes and focus. There is something I need from you.
My breath catches as he slides phantom fingers down my back and his lips trail ever so softly across my neck.
It almost feels real, but it is nowhere near enough to get me where I need to be.
His touch is a ghost of a sensation. Nothing compared to the physical thing.
Frustration fills me, because I want more of him.
Patience. I have an idea. I think it will work, he says.
But first, take off that gown, very slowly.
He throws into my mind the memory of the first time we had sex, when I made him sit and watch me strip for him, without being able to touch.
That vision does something to me, seeing it from his perspective.
A wicked smile curls my lips as I remove the collar around my throat, giving it a sharp tug to break the rest of the chains and tossing it to the corner of the room.
Then I slowly peel down one thick strap to expose my shoulder, followed by the other.
The golden links cling to my breasts, holding the entire dress up.
I hook my thumbs into the neckline and lower it inch by tantalizing inch. I take extra care to caress and jiggle my breasts as the sheer gown lowers over them, my gaze remaining fixed where Aldrin wants it in the mirror, so he can soak in every detail.
He is panting already, his mind completely incoherent, a thick fog of lust upon it.
Then he slips his hand along the thin strip of his bare stomach and down inside his pants, stroking his huge cock.
The feel of it beneath his palm is enough to undo me, the thick hardness beneath smooth skin and the bead of moisture that he rubs into its tip.
I almost lose my mind as my mouth waters and my core clamps with hot need.
Keep going, he says as he pumps himself in leisurely motions.
Pull it out. I want to see what you are doing. Please, I beg.
His hand stills, and I sense the damned grin growing on his face. Not yet. Not until you earn it. I am going to make you work for it.
I swallow hard as sweat beads between my breasts.
I drag the gown down over my stomach, displaying the creamy skin beneath.
It snags on my hips and I roll them from side to side in a sensual dance, slipping the dress off only a little bit each time.
Then I drop the entire garment to the ground in a quick motion, so the entire lengths of my legs are on display for him.
I am left in nothing but that tiny bodysuit.
Fuuuck me, it has been too long. His possessive growl sends lightning sparking through me. Touch yourself. Cup your breasts. Run your hands down your waist and over your hips. I burn to feel you.
I caress my body. The duality of the sensation is surreal: my small hands, smooth and cold, paired with his large ones, rough with callouses and hot. I concentrate on blocking out my own touch and focus only on his projection.
A small moan escapes my lips. It is like he is here with me, pressing his chest against my back and sliding his hands over my skin. Coarse fingers swirl over my nipples, dragging out a shock of pleasure as they are pinched through the thin fabric, then wrapping around the full curve of my breast.
I don’t know who is in control anymore. If I move my hands with the memory of how he likes to touch me or if he maneuvers them.
You, Aldrin grunts as he gives his cock another pump. Definitely you.
The curling, tightening sensation of his arousal mixed with mine makes me incredibly wet, aching for his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Anything I can have.
I slowly slide down the straps of the undergarment that covers precious little of my breasts. Aldrin watches with desperate eagerness. At the last moment, I stop, pull the pins from my hair and drape the long locks over my bust, right before pulling the fabric away completely.
Don’t tease, he growls.
I raise an eyebrow at him in the mirror. You need to earn it.
He groans something incoherent, but his eyes fixate on where my nipples peek through the strands of my hair.
Then I remove the bodysuit completely. Unsated fire burns inside him and bleeds into me as his eyes soak me up.
Every curve. Each line. I am completely bare before him except for the long curls of my hair.
His cock pulses again, and the erotic sensation has me arching my back.
I never thought sex with him could get any better, that it was physically impossible, but the deep connection of our mate bond means that we can revel in each other’s pleasure. That it can stack up in a compounding effect, intensifying the experience.
A gust of wind whips up around me as Aldrin sends an armchair across the room, gently scooping me up in it. He makes sure I am perfectly arranged in front of the mirror.
Did you just use my magic to move furniture around? I pretend to scold. Wisps of the wield still curl around my fingers. I didn’t know we could do that.
Focus, Keira. His voice is low and husky.
Rude, I throw back, sinking into the soft leather cushion.
Open your legs for me. His command sends a shiver down my spine, like he speaks right in my ear. I part my legs as far as the large armchair will allow. Further. Show me more. Everything. My heart leaps as I spread them wide, looping one over the low armrest. Fucking beautiful, he groans.
I flick my hair back, showing him all of me. I want your pants off. Your tunic too. I have earned it.
Yes you fucking have.
I melt as he pulls his top off first, putting on display all that tanned skin and the hard divots of his perfect abdominal muscles.
Desperate need builds within me as my eyes linger on the deep grooves of his hips that lead down to the point beneath his pants.
My breath catches as he slowly undoes the lacing, then pulls his pants off in a swift motion.
His cock swings out, fully erect, beaded with moisture and pulsing.
He wraps a hand around its thickness and pumps it up and down slowly.
My eyes widen and I cannot tear them away.
There is something incredibly sexy about watching him pleasure himself, especially when I cannot touch him.
It is multiplied by the fact that I can feel the ghost of each swell of pleasure rippling through him with every tug.
I focus on the sight before me and the connection down our mate bond, until his hand fisting his cock also becomes my hand. I am bombarded with an awareness of his skin gliding up and down that hardness and every ridge beneath, as my grip passes over its head and back down again.
Can you feel it? I gasp. My touch on your cock?
Yeah. The sound is half choked.
I send the vivid image of me climbing up his body, creamy skin contrasting with the olive tones of his, and straddling him.
Bracing my hands against his chest while I lower myself on him.
I imagine his hands flying up to grab my hips and guiding me down.
Gods, I need to feel his hardness sink into me at impossible depths, stretching me and hitting all those spots that send electricity through my body and light me up.
To ride him hard and fast, until I can no longer remember my name.
Aldrin’s grip on his cock tightens as he groans. Your fingers, he grunts. Inside you. Now. Let me feel how hot and wet you are for me.
I trail a hand down my stomach, large, calloused and not feeling like my own at all.
It dips into the wetness between my legs, rough fingers sliding up and down myself, swirling around my clit hard enough to make my core clench and stomach tighten.
The image in the mirror shows my own delicate fingers between my legs, but the sensation of it is all him.
I dip two of his thick fingers inside myself, reaching deep and curling mercilessly.
I arch my back at the intensity of it, heat blooming across my body. I don’t dare remove my eyes from the mirror and ruin this sight for him. The friction sends tingles all the way to my toes. Then I add a third finger, stretching myself wide, pumping with hard strokes.
The tension within builds and builds to an almost unbearable point while I watch Aldrin’s hand move up and down his huge cock. I wish I could see the expression on his face with each bout of pleasure that runs through him, coiling up the muscles in his abdomen and thick thighs. Overflowing into me.
Aldrin, I need your cock inside me. I want to clamp down around it and come on it.
For you to fill me up with your seed. All manner of moans leave my mouth.
I almost climax as his body shudders and hot ribbons spurt out of him.
The euphoria of his orgasm overtakes us both, only extenuating the pleasure tearing through me with each curl of my fingers and swirl of my clit.
Don’t. You. Dare. Come. Yet, he grinds out as another spasm takes him. I have plans. For you.
I don’t listen. Pushing myself further and further, bringing myself right to the precipice, imagining his fingers deep inside me. I am almost there.
I should have known better.
Ropes of hardened air wrap around my wrist, tugging my fingers out of me and holding my arm in place just above my splayed leg. I let out a feral growl in response and he chuckles deeply.
Trust me, dear heart. Trust me.
Magic forms within my slick hand. Hardened air ripples in the dim light. Its shape becomes long and thick and slightly curved, with a…bulging head. My heart rate doubles when I realize what he has made.
Is this a…cock? My stomach tumbles as my core clamps. Thrill dances through me, but also hesitation. Does he really want me to…?
The hardened air heats to body temperature and turns a solid white.
It is my cock. The same size and shape, he says, low and deep. I want you to pleasure yourself with it.
My whole body melts at his growl. The part of my brain that allows coherent thought disappears completely, all protests with it.
I place my other leg over the second armrest, spreading myself as wide as possible to give him a full view, then ease that hardness inside myself.
The tip pulls at my inner walls, parting them wide and drawing out a shuddering sensation from them that has my stomach tightening.
Such a good girl for me. His praise sends shivers down my spine. Now, do as you’re told and thrust it hard.
I don’t hesitate, pulling it out and plunging it back in.
My entire body lights up as a sheen of sweat breaks out across my skin.
I slam it in a second time, and cry out at the jolts of pleasure.
I continue to pump the cock Aldrin made for me with rough, feverish motions, as air wields run over my body.
It is like many hands caress up and down my thighs, across my belly and teasing each nipple, all at the same time.
Another curls over my clit, lapping again and again, bringing up the wetness from my core so it almost feels like a tongue licks at me while a cock thrusts hard into me.
Not any tongue or cock, Aldrin’s voice reverberates through me. Mine.
It is all too much and not enough.
I shatter completely. Pleasure so intense I fear my heart will stop ricochets through me as my core clamps down on that hardness penetrating me and contracts around it. Sensual lightning runs up and down my every extremity and I turn completely limp.
That friction continues to slam in and out of me with brutality as Aldrin uses air wields to control my grip on it, guiding me through my high and squeezing the most erotic gratification out of me.
I focus on the sight in the mirror before me.
On the thick length writhing in and out of my body, my legs spread wide around it.
Aldrin is erect and pumping his cock in his hand and the fact has me orgasming hard a second time.
So hard my vision blacks out and my breath stops.
It lasts a lifetime, rolling on and on, until I am an incoherent mess floating on an endless sea of bliss.
It takes a long time for my mind to return to my physical body. Aldrin’s attention is homed in on me. The heaving of my chest jiggling my breasts, the expression of ecstasy on my face. Intense pride and self-satisfaction rolls through him like a hot tidal wave.
Hey, I manage to whisper, reaching for the warmth of his soul and pulling him close.
Hey, he murmurs back. I told you I had plans for you. You have no idea how happy it makes me that I can make you come that hard from this distance.
My eyes roam over myself. My hair is in complete disarray, my limbs limp and eyes exhausted. I wouldn’t even be able to form words if I had to speak them out loud. Gods, Aldrin, you completely ruined me.
Good. Just so you know, I have more plans and other ideas to try.