The Magician

Chapter XIV

We spent the rest of that evening in a hazy, euphoric state, so surprised at our mutual feelings for one another. I had barely been aware of my own heart's longing for him, let alone that he might feel the same towards me, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. His constant presence in the back of my mind, the comfort that his scent flooded me with, the way I couldn't help but let my eye wander over every inch of him at any given chance. How could I have been so blind?! 

Hours had likely passed, and still we lounged around on the inviting velour of the floor pillows. We were comfortably nestled into each other, arms flung loosely across the other's waist, ankles entwined. Asra stroked the backs of his fingers along my cheek, and I ran mine along the line of his collarbone. He cupped my cheek with his hand, and suddenly, but not surprisingly, his lips brushed mine in a kiss both lazy and calculated. It felt like he'd done this before, but then, he probably had. He had implied that we'd had some sort of romantic connection before...the incident, after all. I leaned into him, and kissed him back. I couldn't help but breathe in the scent of him, smoky like the tea, but also a herbal, earthy smell of patchouli and peppercorns, and an underlying sweetness of vanilla. It was like I was seeing him properly for the first time. I took in every detail, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, his slow, deliberate breaths, the silky feel of his skin against mine. I allowed my eyes to devour his entire being, from the clear violet of his eyes, to the toned muscle of his chest, to the way his shirt loosely hung about his waist, only just tucked into his slacks. 

"You have no idea how long I've dreamed about this, and what I'd do to you." Asra purred teasingly. 

"And what would that dream have you do now?" I asked coyly, trying my best to be flirtatious. 

"This." 

I gasped a little as his slender hand slid under my waistband. His touch was firm and knowing, focusing on just the right areas. It wasn't long before I was panting, my arms firmly around his neck, hips bucking at every move he made. His loose, unbuttoned shirt slipped off easily, revealing the golden tanned skin of his shoulders. He rubbed his hands up beneath my shirt, guiding it slowly, leisurely almost, over my head, following it with a trail of kisses up my stomach to my chest, ending with a long kiss on my mouth. With one palm against his own crotch, he took his free hand to shimmy the elastic of my pants down my legs, leaving them disregarded in a heap on the ground. 

His hot breath against my thigh startled me, his tongue tracing little circles there. It almost tickled, the skin so sensitive my body wasn't sure how to react. His hands followed suit, both of them slowly rubbing upwards. Upon reaching the top of my legs, his thumbs stroking my hipbones. His tongue had travelled ever so slightly further up now, and continued to draw needy moans and whines from me. My hands seemed to act of their own accord, grabbing his hair and pulling him down. After a while, Asra appeared to have decided that enough was enough, and he stood briefly to undress completely. I took the opportunity to crawl forward a little on my knees, looking up into his eyes. Slowly, carefully I used my hands and mouth as one to lure moan after desperate moan from somewhere deep within him. 

In one fluid movement, he had freed himself and pushed me roughly back onto the pillows. My breath caught in my throat and I bit back a whimper as I realised quickly what was coming. I tipped my head back and arched my back as I felt him, and soon my short breaths were in time with the rhythm he had quickly fallen into. We spent a long and intoxicating time romping around in the cushions, his pace becoming faster and faster until we dissolved into mutual pleasure, finally lying beside each other, panting, watching the candle light twinkle and flicker. Asra pulled me close, and I lay on his sweat-beaded chest, wanting nothing more than to be close to him.