“Sounds like it,” she said drily. “Should I leave you to your computing?”
He ignored her, typing away around her for a few minutes longer. She waited patiently, watching as he worked furiously, his eyes narrow with focus. The man was flinging words onto the page with a fury, typing as if she wasn’t even in his lap. She settled in for the long haul when he suddenly thumped one of the keys and then threw himself back in his chair. He tilted his head back and dropped his hands from the keyboard, and the look on his face was almost orgasmic, which amused Edie to no end.
“So, good stuff?” she asked.
“So many fucking ideas. Jesus. It’s perfect. It’s like, I don’t even need Huns as a diversion. We can treat them like another nation instead of as an outside element. I don’t need Levi after all. It’s fucking perfect.” He looked up and his gaze fixed on her. “You’re perfect.”
“I did nothing,” she protested, and wiggled on his lap. “All I did was ask you to throw some words at me. You came up with it all on your own. You just needed someone to bounce ideas off of.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at her and his look became distinctly lascivious. His thighs flexed under her and she bounced in his lap. “Speaking of bouncing . . .”
“Mmm.” Her hand went to his shirt and she began to unbutton it slowly. “You feeling frisky now?”
“I feel revived,” he admitted, and he tugged the belt of her robe free. “Relieved and happy and utterly fucking stoked.” He pushed the robe back, revealing her breasts, and cupped them. “And I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I? Sounds like I need to make it up to you.”
“I’m down with that,” she agreed, pushing her breasts against his hands. His touch always made shivers race through her body. “You may proceed.”
“May I?” He pulled her against him and hauled out of the chair, carrying her. She wrapped her legs around him, loving how strong he was. Magnus always made her feel dainty and girly, especially in bed. He threw her down on the bed and his eyes gleamed as he gazed down at her. “I think you should sit on my face.”
Her lips parted in shock. “I what?”
“You heard me,” he said, bending over her and biting at one of her nipples. “I think it’d be sexy as hell. Don’t you?”
She had to admit to herself, the thought of straddling Magnus’s face and letting him lick her until she came was making her extremely aroused. “I just . . . I . . .” Her breath escaped her.
“I bet you’d like it,” he murmured enticingly. His mouth tugged at her nipple before kissing down her belly, then paused just above her pussy. “I like the thought of those thighs of yours against my ears. Your pussy in my face, and me sticking my tongue so deep inside you that you come all around it.” He moved up and flicked his tongue against her belly button.
Edie moaned.
“That’s not a no,” he told her in a sultry voice. “And you should be rewarded for your genius.” He took her by the arms and dragged her to an upright position, kissing her mouth again. “Come and clutch the headboard, babe, so I can shove my face between your legs.”
She trembled again, but she was going to do it, wasn’t she? It felt incredibly intimate and yet. . . . sounded so delicious. She nodded and got to her feet, watching as he laid flat on the center of the bed, and then patted the top of his chest. “Come here.”
She went, shedding her robe on the floor.
Edie’s thighs trembled as she moved forward, and her hands clutched the headboard for support as she moved next to him on her knees. This was so awkward. She looked over at him, not sure where to begin. As if in answer to her silent plea, he patted her thigh. “Spread these for me.”
She did as he asked, feeling vulnerable and exposed as his head slid between her parted legs.
He grinned up at her and then his hands went to the tops of her thighs, holding her from underneath, and he began to tug her downward, toward his mouth.
She closed her eyes, determined to not feel weird about this, but to just feel. Magnus had seen her naked. He’d licked every inch of her. This shouldn’t feel any more intimate than anything else . . . and yet it did.
Her breath sucked in as his mouth touched her flesh. Her knee started to protest bearing her weight, but she ignored it because his lips were lightly exploring her folds and licking every inch of her. She wanted to squirm, but she remained completely still, holding her breath, as his tongue brushed over her. Oh god, he was lapping her like he would an ice cream, and it was maddening and so fucking sexy at the same time. She made a small whimper in her throat, and he groaned at the sound of it.
And she felt his groan right against her core, a moment before his tongue speared deep into her. Edie whimpered again, arousal overtaking any awkwardness. Her knee throbbed, the ache increasing, but she wanted to ignore the damn thing.
“Damn, you taste sweet,” he murmured. “I could lick you for hours on end. In fact, I just might.”
Her knee cramped a protest and this time when she whimpered, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. “I—I can’t do this, Magnus—”
“No, baby, you’re doing great,” he murmured, holding her thighs tighter as he licked up against her clit. “I’ve got you—”
“It’s my knee.” She straightened and hauled off of him, getting to her feet with a wince. “Ow. Fuck. I hate my knee!” She hopped around and flexed her leg, trying to work out the kinks.
“It’s okay,” he told her from his spot on the bed.
“It’s not okay.” Edie bit her lip, hating that her old injury was wrecking sex. “I want to, I just—”
“I know,” he said, getting up and cupping her face in his hands. He kissed her gently. “Seriously, though, it’s all right. We’ll try again with a bit of a twist.”
She gave him a suspicious look. “How?”
He winked. “Sixty-nine, of course. You can lay on top of me, and I get a bit of an added bonus that way.”
Edie narrowed her eyes at him. “Convenient.”
“Isn’t it?” The look he gave her was boyish. “I admit it, there’s no downside to it. I get to lick the hell out of you and get my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.” His fingers grazed her lower lip. “Because damn, you have the prettiest mouth. It was made for fucking.”
His words made desire ripple through her again. She nodded. She’d follow anywhere this man led in bed, because he could wring orgasm after incredible orgasm from her.
Magnus kissed her again, then took her hand and led her back to the bed. This time, he pulled off his loose shirt and undid his pants, stripping naked in a matter of moments. As he dropped his pants, the length of his cock caught her attention, hard, erect, and the head already glazed with pre-cum. And she was suddenly excited about the thought of taking him in her mouth while he did the same to her. She’d never done it before, but she loved giving head, and she loved receiving it, too. Seemed like a win-win all around.
She moved forward and her hand went to his cock, wrapping her fingers around his length. He groaned and pushed against her hand, kissing her mouth again.
“Trust me?” he murmured against her mouth.
She nodded. “Want you.” And she gave his cock a small squeeze, then ran her thumb over the head, picking up a bead of slickness. She brought it to her mouth and licked it off, enjoying the heat in his gaze.
“On the bed,” he growled. “Now. I want that pussy in my mouth.”
Her knees went weak. Okay, she was a sucker for the dirty talk. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he went around the other side and laid down flat. His cock jutted into the air and she leaned over to take him into her hand again, unable to resist the sight of it, so blatant and obscene and utterly fucking sexy.
“Come here, Edie.” He patted his chest. “I want your hips right here.” Then he pointed at his cock. “And your mouth right there.”
“Any other commands?” She teased even as she crawled forward on the bed, mindful of her bad knee.
“Nope. I will be completely content if I get those two things.”