Forty-Four

HE SEEMED EXASPERATED, AS HE BROUGHT ME CLOSER and hugged me tight, holding my head gently on his chest, and I finally realized he also had unbuttoned his shirt when he snapped his fingers, because my cheeks were really touching his warm skin. "I'm sorry. I didn't give thought to it and I was insensitive. It's my mistake, babe. I'm sorry," he whispered, caressing my hair as I let the tears of frustration roll down. "I… I'm sorry…" when I heard his voice break, I looked up and saw him pressing his lips together.

Seeing him almost crying just by seeing me crying, made me feel strange. The fact that he was affected by my emotions, made me even more sensible. "Okay, I'm not angry anymore. But don't do something like that again, think of me first. Because I care about what you do and what you say and who you are," I gulped, sat down on his lap again and caressed his unruly snowy silver hair.

"You are making me emotional," he mumbled sulking, making me giggle softly.

Touching my forehead on his, I inhaled, "You smell so good, I don't think I've told you that yet. It's addicting," then I held his face gently and kissed him.

Holding my waist, he kissed me back, deepening the kiss even more, making my tongue dance with his. "Will you get angry if I ask you to call me Jay from now on?"

I giggled, "No, idiot. I was angry because I wanted you to tell me about this nickname before."

"Then say it," he whispered on my lips.

"Jay."

A sensed as he smiled over my lips, "Yeah, it hits different when you call me by a nickname like that. It feels more…"

"Intimate?" I arched my eyebrows enjoying it.

"Yes," he kissed me again.

And when I was out of breath, I stopped it, "Aren't you scared of me after you saw my magic before… Jay?" It feels good to call him that.

"Scared? Hell no." No? "If one thing, I'm 10 degrees more into you. It was a hot demonstration of power. Didn't you see how the Prince and Lady Marie almost shit themselves?" He chuckled loudly, and I found myself enchanted by the sound of it once more. "I had to use all of my willpower not to burst out laughing at them. And you looked hot with that blood-red hair and the golden eyes, although I still love your black-pitch hair and amethyst eyes more," he caressed my cheeks. "More than that, I love when you blush like this."

I bit my bottom lip, "But what lies within me is dangerous. You said it yourself before, Jay."

"I like it dangerous, Hope. I'm not scared of you one bit, don't worry. If you are like this without full control, imagine when you will be able to use it without humming the song," he tilted his head to the side. "I can't help but feel proud of how you learned all of this alone, Hope. With no help. The effort needed to self-teach yourself on how to control your own magic, testing ways that can work and way that can't, it deserve a lot of praise," he put the rebel streaks of my hair behind my ears again.

I caressed his jawline, "No one ever said anything like that to me," not even in my past life. "I'm proud of you are powerful words. Words I always craved to hear."

"I am proud of you, Hope. I am proud of you," he repeated. "Proud of how you learned everything by yourself. Proud of how strong you were to endure all of that hell. Proud of you for still standing up and fighting. Proud of you for being yourself and for not letting other's rotten opinions hurt you," he kissed me. "I am proud of you for being you, because that's beyond enough for me."

"I'm really in love with you. I can't say I love you yet, but I'm in love with you, Jay. It was fast, but you just managed to beat my walls down, and get under my skin," I brought him closer as he gasped. "I'm falling hard like there's no tomorrow, even though it might be dangerous, but I'm trusting you to catch me and not let me get hurt with the fall," then I kissed him and pressed myself over his cock, just to provoke a little, not actually intending to do anything.

But he got rock hard under me right away. "I've also fallen for you, Hope Bissonnette," his hands went to my hips and he deepened the friction between us, putting us over the thin line before sex, but not letting us crossed it like we agreed on earlier.

Fighting for the top again, he put me under him and wrapped my legs on his waist, hardening the friction of his enormous cock over the underwear that was covering my soaking wet pussy. My nails carving into his back as I hugged him under his open shirt. "Everything… but sex…" I whispered and he nodded.

"Everything… but that…" He mumbled while still pressing himself over me, but going slower. Then he went down, got rid of the piece covering my wide breasts, throwing away, and began sucking them hungrily. Massaging one while he sucked the other like his life depended on it, knowing very damn well how sensitive my skin is there.

I felt breathless, but couldn't stop moaning. When he bit my nipples and I moaned his name, it was all he needed to cum, so he came on my belly, and I came right after him, almost begging him to get inside of me. But I held the desire, since that would make me lose the damn bet.

"Jay… this is hard…"

He giggled, "When we begin running it's incredibly hard to stop and get back to walking," his slander fingers began massaging my pussy and I felt like I was about to get tortured again.

"Oh no, Jay, not that. I won't be able not to do something if you touch me like that again," I mumbled, finding it incredibly hard to breath, as if I was underwater.

But the devil seemed amused, "I want to touch you."

"Not like that, please," then I sat down. "Okay, why don't we do something I read on a book once?"

He grinned, "Hm, I like it. What is it?"

"Lay down!" Jay obeyed me right away. I got up on the bed and came closer to his face, then I sat on his face and bend my body to his front, until I had his cock in my hands. "This way we can both… mmmm… Jay…" He didn't even let me finish, as he already pushed his godly long tongue inside of me, making me tremble with the sudden touch.

Hungry for him, I began licking his head, then sucking it as much as I could, feeling his cock going deeper and deeper in my throat.

Yes, back on earth people called this oral sex, but as he doesn't know that, let's not give it a name. Otherwise, it would be a type of sex, and this would be like I'm breaking the deal first and losing. So, as long as he's unaware, this isn't sex, but a preliminary.

It's my first time doing a 69, to be honest. But I read a lot about, and I've seen it in porn movies before, so I kind of understand how it's done. But hell be damned, he's already an A-student at first try.

When we came, we came together. Him in my mouth, and I on his. Both drinking from each other's cups, pleasuring ourselves as we could.

And after I came, his grip on my ass didn't soften. No. It was like this first taste wasn't enough for him, just like yesterday when he wanted to make me talk. Although this time I'm on top and he's on bottom, he's still dominating my body, not letting me move as he eats me until he's satisfied.

The problem is that he's never satisfied.

"Jay… mmm… Jay… you devil… don't… fuck… you are… torturing me… again…" I moaned with my entire body shaking. He tightened his grip on my bottom, as his tongue went deeper, making me see the stars.

After long minutes of making me suffer with such pleasure, he whispered over my pussy, "I want it all you have in you," then got back to licking me. Giving himself a full meal on me. Drinking all the fluids that came into his mouth nonstop, as he made me have orgasm after orgasm.

Jay seemed determined to leave my cup dry, marked with his majestic tongue, drained of all my energies, and shaking like a chu hua hua. And he was being successful.

Now, how his tongue didn't get exhausted, I have absolute no idea.