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The sight in the full length-mirror was an agreeable one for once, she mused, admiring her handiwork. The soft black leather straps of the harness wrapped around her waist and down over her hips in a way that accentuated her curves but didn’t feel overly feminine; the dark bands around her muscular thighs sat comfortably in the crease beneath her ass and complimented how firm it looked. There was something powerful about it, and she felt herself standing a little straighter, especially as her eye fell to the piece she was most proud of – sitting flush against her pubic bone on a thin leather pad, held in place by the various straps, was a shining silver ring.
It had taken a little while to assemble all the pieces, needing to call in a favour with a friend who knew leatherwork and could make something bespoke. The ring itself was something she had come up with and had worked on in secret for the past couple of weeks, an idea that had sparked one evening and wouldn’t leave her alone until she tested it. Dottie had been particularly frustrated with her current equipment – the strap-on she owned was perfectly serviceable, but it never sat quite comfortably enough for her, always requiring some kind of deeply unerotic, mood-ruining readjustment. She and Gale had laid in bed as she tugged at the straps and buckles around her hips, adjusting the position of the leather-covered wooden cock to try to get it to a location on her body that wouldn’t leave her with a bruised feeling afterward, or so that the base didn’t dig uncomfortably into the soft curve of her lower belly, or it wouldn’t slip into an awkward position at a crucial moment as had happened on previous occasions.
“Surely there’s a spell for this sort of thing,” she grumbled, her cheeks getting hot with frustration as she wriggled and shifted the harness around. Gale leaned over and took her hands, stilling their aggressive fidgeting, kissing her fingertips lightly.
“This is supposed to be a pleasurable experience for both of us,” he reminded her, and then with a raised eyebrow, “and I’m not sure the agitation of your current state is one that would be conducive to the activity we had planned running smoothly. Or, to put it another way, I am not letting you anywhere near my arsehole when you’re angry.”
Dottie couldn’t help laughing, though she was still annoyed. “Sorry, love, sorry…” she sighed, “I just… I want to, and I want you to enjoy it, and –” He shushed her with a kiss.
“As long as I’m with you, I am enjoying myself,” he said, smiling at her. She rolled her eyes affectionately and made a sick noise.
“You’re just disgustingly romantic, you know that? And, even worse, now I’m going to have to find an outlet for all this pent-up ‘agitation’…” she finally discarded the harness with a relieved sigh, which quickly turned to a wicked grin as she pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips, “…whatever that might be.” Gale raised his eyebrows in mock horror, sliding his hands up her thighs and kneading them gently with his fingertips.
“What a terrible predicament to find oneself in. Perhaps I may be of assistance…”
The ensuing sex had been extremely satisfying as usual, and Gale had seemed perfectly content, but Dottie couldn’t stop thinking about her own disappointment and frustration that it hadn’t been what they had originally wanted. They were both mages, both creative; she knew there was a better way of solving this dilemma. She knew she could make something better, could find some kind of spell or item to suit her purposes. When Dottie got an idea in her head it was impossible for her to let go of it until she’d done something about it, worrying at it endlessly, the wheels of her mind turning it over every spare second she had.
Fabricating the silver ring had been simple enough, her years of crafting jewellery providing her with all the necessary skills. It was the enchantment that went along with it that was more complex. She was used to placing simple cantrips within small pieces – ‘dancing lights’ into an engagement ring, ‘message’ into an earring – but this was going to require a manipulation of both the shape and duration of the spell to be placed in the shell of silver. It was something she was confident she could do, but it required a little careful experimentation and refinement. This ended up being more than a little, as she spent the majority of the next fortnight holed up in her crafting room at her workbench, chasing Gale away with a stubborn “You’ll spoil your surprise!” every time he came to enquire as to whether she had remembered to eat anything or drink water that day – not that he was ever much better when he was obsessed with his own research projects. At the end of two weeks and another lecture about how falling asleep at a table covered in gemstone dust and metallic powder was bad for her back and her lungs, she had finally perfected it to the point where she felt comfortable testing it out. Then it was a case of waiting for the custom harness to be finished and finding the perfect evening to give Gale a full ‘demonstration’.
That very evening had finally arrived, and Dottie couldn’t help feeling a bubbling excitement in her stomach as she surveyed the complete piece in the mirror. The construction was subtle, comfortable, and, if she did say so herself, quite elegant. The silver gleamed against the black leather like a promise ready to be fulfilled.
On the other side of the room, Gale was quietly reading in bed, his habitual nighttime activity. He appeared to be absorbed in his book, content to let Dottie do whatever she was doing behind the privacy screen in the corner. After the first couple of months of living together he had grown accustomed to her sudden fixations and intense, short-lived pursuits, the anxiety of discovering the final results of her newest schemes lessening the longer they had spent together – they were usually positive, or at least not entirely destructive most of the time. He absentmindedly pushed his spectacles back up his nose, wondering whether to indulge his curiosity this time or leave well alone. She was unusually quiet, and he couldn’t quite decide whether this was a good sign or cause for concern.
After several more long moments he cleared his throat. “Dottie, darling,” he called slightly warily, “am I going to get to see you at any point tonight, or is this ‘surprise’ a somewhat creative use of an invisibility potion?”
Dottie emerged from behind the screen, cheeks slightly flushed. She was wearing nothing except the leather straps clinging to her skin and a smug grin. Gale tipped his chin down and observed her over the top of his glasses, scanning her soft frame and feeling the colour rise in his own cheeks as he took in her almost naked form.
“You look ravishing, as always,” he murmured, placing his book carefully on the bedside table as she came over, her eagerness slightly undercutting any sense of smouldering seduction she had imagined she would attempt in her demeanour.
“Wait, you haven’t even seen the best part yet!” she said urgently, lightly removing his hand from her shoulder where he had begun to trace his fingertips and twining her fingers with his. He gave her a disbelieving smile.
“I don’t know about that…” he replied, pointedly looking her up and down.
Dottie sighed; normally she would revel in the flirtatious banter, but tonight she was on a mission. “Will you stop being so – annoyingly charming for one second and let me –” she took a step back, giving him space to see what she was doing, and brushed her hand over the small amethyst set into the top of the silver ring. There was a slight hum of arcane energy and now where there had been nothing but flat, supple leather there was a spectral member, dimly glowing violet. Dottie’s grin grew wider as she observed Gale’s reaction, his eyebrows raising and eyes widening slightly.
“Quite impressive,” he breathed, eyes flicking between hers and the strap-on she had just conjured, “… may I?”
Of course Gale’s first impulse would be to investigate how it worked. Dottie had expected nothing less. She nodded and gestured for him to have a look; he pulled back the bedclothes and knelt on the floor in front of her next to the bed, cradling her hips in his hands so he could manoeuvre her to see the ring more clearly. His palms were warm against her skin where it was flush with his between the straps. She could feel his breath against the tops of her thighs as he leaned in to examine the construction further, and heat begin to stir between her legs under his close scrutiny.
“And you made this? This is what you’ve been working on so diligently for the last couple of weeks?” he murmured, partially to himself, “This is certainly a – a very resourceful thing that you’ve managed to fabricate. Rather inspired.”
She attempted to stifle the beaming smile that threatened to hurt her cheeks, trying to sound nonchalant. “Oh, it was just a case of modifying a mage hand, playing with the form, extending the time… that kind of thing… this is just a prototype,” she added quickly, “and it should last for about an hour, give or take.”
“You’ll have to tell me more about how you’ve crafted this, although…” he leaned back slightly, adopting a thoughtful tone, “perhaps I shall understand more about its inner workings in a moment. Some knowledge is best gleaned through experience, after all…”
Before Dottie could respond Gale drew her hips towards him and wrapped his lips around the head of it – her cock. She gasped in surprise; whilst she couldn’t feel any sensation from it directly, the sight of Gale, bare-chested, on his knees and taking the strap-on so eagerly sent a flood of heat directly to her core. “Fuck…” she murmured, reaching down to cup his face, watching him slide the shaft deeper into his mouth, “You look – that’s – Gods you look so pretty when you do that –”, and it was true, she couldn’t think of another way to describe it. As he sucked his hollowed cheeks accentuated the sharp, refined lines of his bone structure; his dark eyes looked up at her, gleaming with a wetness and excited adoration that made her melt; and his hair cascaded down to his shoulders in soft waves that Dottie wanted to sink her fingers into, to grip hard and encourage him to take more between his perfect, soft lips, to see just how willing he was, how much he wanted it, wanted her, how far she could push. The rush of it made her tremble a little and she took a slow breath to steady herself – she wanted to make this good for him, which would require fighting a little of her natural tendency towards impatience. Gently she removed his spectacles from his face, delicately folding them and placing them carefully on the bedside table before returning her attention to him, stroking his hair softly and resisting the wanton urge to grab a handful and tug.
“As much as I could watch you do this all night – and really, I could –” she said thickly, voice becoming huskier as Gale enthusiastically throated her new creation, “– I’d love to test out a few other – things –” Her speech faltered for a moment as his hands travelled up the backs of her thighs, gripping her ass as he took the full length of her prick into his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut, his nose brushing the sensitive skin just above her mound and setting all her nerve endings in the area tingling. The soft, small gagging noise he made was too much and Dottie’s restraint broke for a second. She thrust her hand into his dark locks and made a fist, pulling his head back with a little jerk and a firm, “Gale!”, forcing him to look up at her. It was much sharper than she had intended. She held her breath for a moment, worried she’d gone too far; to her utter delight a shudder of pleasure swept through his body and his eyelids fluttered. A lascivious smile crept across her face as she read the shameless longing in his heavy-lidded, adoring gaze, his eyes trained on hers. Another small yank on his hair earned a delicious little whimper that made Dottie’s heart beat faster. Something carnal settled in her belly, a strange, anchoring sort of power that ran through her limbs and made her cheeks flush.
“Lovely,” she crooned, releasing his hair to stroke his cheek, guiding him off her cock with an obscene, wet sound, a small trail of saliva hanging briefly between his mouth and the tip until she ran her thumb over his lower lip. His mouth hung half-open and his breathing was shallow and panting. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Very much so…” he said hoarsely, “it feels – I can’t describe it. You’ve made something quite brilliant here, my darling.”
“Your being lost for words is possibly the biggest compliment you could give me. I’d quite like to see how it feels elsewhere, though, if you’re amenable to that?” she asked delicately with a wicked grin. Gale’s breath hitched and she felt his fingers tighten against her flesh for a moment.
“I would be extremely amenable. Most willing.” He gazed up at her, eyes fixated on her face with anticipation. She nodded.
“Take those off,” her voice was gentle but firm as she indicated his silk pyjama trousers, his erection straining against the fabric, the peak accentuated by a small, damp patch, “and then onto the bed please – face down.” She watched him comply instantly, standing and slipping the sleek fabric off his taut hips. A little thrill ran through her as she looked him up and down; she never tired of the sight of his body, his lean legs corded with muscle, the neat trails of soft, dark hair that drew her eye over his torso from his broad chest down to his perfect, already hard cock. He turned to mount the bed and Dottie caught him briefly, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing herself against his back for a moment.
“Love you,” she murmured into the warm, smooth skin between his shoulder blades as she breathed him in. His hands settled over her wrists, a comforting, grounding weight, allowing her to slow down in her excitement.
“Dear heart, would that we had endless hours to spend recounting the litany of ways in which you continue to stoke the fires of my love –” he began; Dottie smiled against his back as she interrupted him, stroking her hands down his stomach and raking her nails lightly over his hip creases, eliciting a surprised, ticklish yelp.
“We don’t, so less talking, more doing,” she said with a pat to his rear.
Gale dutifully laid on the bed, a pillow under his hips raising him up slightly, the planes of his body arranged artfully on the canvas of the sheets. She settled herself between his spread thighs, fingertips dancing from his lower back down to the backs of his legs, drawing out his delighted shivers and a soft sigh that caused her cunt to clench. She played with the sensations she could create with her hands, alternating between light scratches and soft pressure, craving more sweet moans and anticipatory whimpers as Gale ground his hips into the bed. He really had the most perfect ass. She figured it would be unfair if she didn’t let him know somehow. She leaned forward and began to explore the curve of his muscle with her mouth, holding his hips in place with a firm hand as he squirmed underneath her hot, wet kisses and the odd sharp scrape of her teeth. It took all her willpower not to bite down hard, her teeth itching to sink into the firm, tender flesh; she settled for a brief nip and was rewarded with a whine, the sound of it sending a hot dart of arousal up her legs.
Her fingers kneaded his ass as she said in a low voice that was almost a purr, “Gods, you’re so eager. We haven’t even gotten to the good bit yet and look at you… so perfectly desperate for it…” She gently nudged his legs further open with her knees as she pressed down with her palms, exposing him to her. Gale groaned and looked over his shoulder, catching her eyes with a desperate, almost drunk expression.
“Gods,” he gasped, “please – that feels –”
She smiled a wolfish smile, the feeling of him becoming so pliant, all because of her actions, rolled into an intoxicating power that increased the slick gathering between her thighs. Dottie leaned down, not breaking eye contact and murmured, “I want to make you feel as incredible as you look right now –”
His hips bucked and twitched as he whimpered at the feeling of her hot breath against his sensitive skin.
“– I want to make you feel so good –” she punctuated her sentence by placing the flat of her tongue against the base of his cock and running it in a long, slow lick up over his waiting, eager hole to the bottom of his sacrum. Gale let out a cry and gripped at the sheets, head falling forward. “ – that you forget all that flowery vocabulary –” another run of her wet, soft tongue, another broken whine, “– and lose the ability to speak. Is that ok with you?” Her expression could only be described as smug as she watched Gale writhing and panting before her.
“Yes,” he managed to choke out, “Oh, Gods, yes.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she growled and pressed her mouth against him again, this time with a fervour and enthusiasm that knocked another hoarse cry from his chest. She teased his asshole with the firm point of her tongue, running it in tight circles, flicking wetly and pushing against tight muscle as much as she could to press inside in short, shallow thrusts, before flattening it out again in sloppy licks that sent him practically keening. The reactions she evoked from him mingled with the taste of soft, clean skin, the barest hint of salt sweat and the unique taste of him into a dizzying cocktail that set her core throbbing and aching for something inside it. She could feel her wetness at the top of her thighs and wondered how she was going to hold out when she hadn’t even fucked him yet. After several long minutes of teasing, she pulled back, the lower half of her face so covered in saliva it was as wet as her aching slit.
“Seems you’re not the only one with a practiced tongue, my love,” she wiped her face with a triumphant grin. Gale groaned.
“You are – a wonder –” he panted, hips still grinding into the bed. She clucked her tongue in mock disapproval.
“Still able to form sentences I see. I’ll have to work harder.”
Dottie slicked the fingers of one hand with oil from a small bottle she kept in her bedside table. She poured some into her palm and let it warm for a moment before dripping it between Gale’s cheeks, spreading it by running the blade of her hand between them in a move that made him gasp and squirm again. It was almost too easy to make him react in exactly the way she wanted, he was so responsive and eager to please. She lightly pressed the tip of one finger against his sensitive hole, barely applying any pressure, and she felt him relax and almost pull her inside with a soft groan. Her other hand rested supportively in the small of his back as she gently slid her finger a tiny bit deeper, slowly beginning to tease him open and prepare him for her strap-on. The pad of her fingertip grazed his prostate as she crooked her finger delicately and rubbed back and forth, and the debauched, growling noises Gale made sent another sizzling bolt of arousal right to her burning, needy centre. She withdrew briefly to add a little more oil and this time she pressed back with a second finger, slipping in easily as she could feel him rocking his hips back into her, his body begging for it as she gently, slowly fucked him with her fingers. She barely had to move, allowing him to be in control for a moment to show her how much he could take – which, as it turned out, was all the way to the base of her knuckles, both her fingers fully inside him, gripped tightly in the soft, pulsing heat of his ass. She hissed in a breath as he pressed back more, hitting the limit of her reach with a small grunt.
“My love, I think I may need to enlist the help of our new toy – my fingers are beginning to feel pretty inadequate,” she murmured, skimming her free hand over the broad planes of his back as she gently withdrew the other from his ass. She heard his breath hitch and he nodded.
She poured more oil into her palm, stroking it over the length of the violet shaft. It was curiously more substantial than her usual mage hand summons, something about it more present and firm even with the strange, slightly ethereal hum that always came with magic. She lifted her hips to position herself, running her hands over the backs of his legs and making him shiver when she suddenly had a thought. “Wait –”
He turned his head to look at her again and the sight of his face – tendrils of hair stuck to his sweat-damp forehead, flushed cheeks, dark, lust-filled eyes – stole the breath from her for a moment. She knew she’d made the right call.
“On your back. I want to see that gorgeous face when I fuck you senseless,” she purred, her voice low and husky with her own need. Gale’s lips parted as a shuddering breath escaped his lungs, obediently turning to face her fully and leaning back on his elbows. Dottie swallowed, unconsciously licking her lips as she raked her gaze over his trembling frame, his chest rising and falling rapidly, stomach taut, prick swollen, a glistening smear of precome adorning the head. His fingers twitched against the sheets and she knew how badly he wanted to touch himself, and also knew he wouldn’t unless she said he could. She hooked his knees over her hips and rubbed the tip of the strap-on over his asshole, teasing and at the same time finding the best position for her to settle into as she knelt between his legs, spreading her thighs to get the right height and leverage. She wondered if this was ever how it felt for him when she had her legs wrapped around his waist; the weight of warm, muscular limbs anchoring her to the bed and drawing her in was as comforting as it was arousing.
The slick head of her cock pressed forward. It was incredible to watch, Gale’s eyes widening and his body shaking helplessly at the stimulation as she gradually breached the tight ring of muscle, slipping inside inch by inch. He tipped his head back with a groan as she moved into him agonisingly slowly and she could see his pulse jumping in his throat. She wanted to thrust hard. She wanted to ravage him. She wanted to lean down and bite his chest as she plunged her hips until they hit the back of his thighs. She wanted to give in to the growling, primal need to rut into him even though she didn’t have the direct feedback of sensation from the toy at her pelvis. Instead she reached out and ran a fingertip over the length of his shaft, making Gale’s hips twitch further onto her and pulling a hoarse, begging “Dottie, please -” from his chest. She smirked, not giving away how much her own desire was straining at the frayed tethers of her willpower and finally slid the last inch, bottoming out inside him. She leaned down and pressed her forehead to his, feeling his breath coming in short huffs against her face.
“You sound so pretty when you beg…” she whispered, and rolled her hips a little. Gale collapsed onto his back with a groan. The firmness of his cock pressed against her soft stomach as she kissed his neck, licking sweat from his collarbone and feeling him throb with each languid rock.
“Gods above –” the rumble of his quiet moan in his chest reverberated against her. Their sweat mingled where their bodies laid against one another. Heat gathered as slick, sticky skin rubbed against slick, sticky skin at an accelerating pace. Dottie leaned back and ran her hand down the line of his abdomen, punctuating the end of the trail by curling her fingers around his hard on and starting to pump his shaft in time with her thrusts. Gale’s eyes practically rolled back in his head, the noises spilling from between his lips a combination of half-formed pants of ‘please’ and wordless whimpers that could have been an approximation of her name if he’d been halfway coherent. Heat coiled low in her belly and she gave in to the instincts she could no longer hold back, hips jerking faster, pulling one of his legs over her shoulder, wrapping her arm above the knee, pressing her mouth to his calf, letting her teeth rake lightly over the firm muscle and her fingertips bruise into soft inner thigh. She could tell by the way Gale’s hips were stuttering into her hand that he was close.
Something savage inside her pushed insistently at her throat. “Look at me,” she demanded in a rough growl as it punched its way out, “let me see you. Let me see you come.” His eyes snapped open and locked onto hers, pupils blown wide and brow furrowed in ecstasy as the pressure of his orgasm built. Her hand flew up and down his cock with a slight twist of her wrist in every stroke and she pounded into him faster, feeling her hips snap against his thighs until his body convulsed, abs clenching and flexing as a powerful climax thundered into him. His face contorted with pleasure, he let out a gruff, strangled shout and throbbed in her grip as he released pulse after pulse of hot spend, covering his chest and stomach as well as her hand. Dottie thought that some of it even hit the pillow next to his head, he came so forcefully. A keen edge of satisfaction pressed against the swell of pride that she had wrung such intense pleasure from him. She slowed her hips and gently withdrew, still keeping her hand loosely wrapped around his cock as he closed his eyes, breath ragged, body trembling with the aftermath.
His leg slipped from her shoulder and she came to lie next to him, touching her fingertips to the amethyst in the silver ring and dispelling the strap-on in less than a second. The air was filled with the sound of their panting attempt to regain their breath. Dottie propped herself up on one elbow to look at Gale, resting her chin on her palm and tracing a fingertip over the slick midline of his torso, admiring her handiwork and feeling extremely proud of herself. She loved getting to be the one turning him into a stupefied puddle for a change; the joys of receiving were something she was frequently trying to get him to acclimatise to as a chronic giver. Affection swelled in her chest as she watched him continue to drift in the glow of mindless, post-orgasmic contentment. His eyes were closed; he looked like he was melting into the bed. “Good?” she asked cheekily, planting a soft kiss near his ear. The salt of his exertion tingled on her lips and Gale grunted in response. Mission well and truly accomplished, it would seem, judging by the silence and the blissful, dazed expression that had settled over his features.
“Good. If I’d known earlier that all it took to get you to stop talking was a good, hard – ah!” her remark was interrupted by a surprising, light pinch to her inner thigh where Gale’s fingers had crept as she was teasing him. She flopped back onto the bed with a contented sigh, squeezing her legs together to trap his hand for a moment and then relaxing, looking up at the ceiling. The new strap-on had been much, much better than their previous equipment, superior both in aesthetics and utility. Questions for Gale began to form in her mind about the experience, about size, shape, texture – she considered how she might adjust it, whether she could create something adjustable itself or whether she would have to create multiple ones in different variations to suit different preferences. And then there was the consideration of sensation for the wearer – if she tweaked the materials and the runes she might be able to craft something that could give sensate feedback – no, not just feedback, maybe even pleasure…
As the intensity of his orgasm ebbed to a gentle warmth in his limbs, Gale noticed Dottie had become unusually quiet again. He casually flicked his wrist in a brief casting of prestidigitation, cleaning the sticky aftermath in an instant, and turned on his side to look at her. She had a faraway look in her eyes and was biting her lip in the habitual way that he knew meant she was lost in thought about something. He stroked her thigh, seeing if it would get a reaction, and she absently brought her hand to cup his face and run her fingers through his damp hair; it was an affectionate gesture but done on autopilot, her gaze still fixed and thoughts still turning. His lips twitched as he stifled a smile and he moved onto his belly between her carelessly spread legs, a smirk breaking through as she didn’t notice, fingers still gently carding through his passion-tousled waves.
“My love,” Gale murmured, beginning to trail a line of kisses from just above her knee along the smooth expanse of her inner thigh, “what’s on your mind?”
“Oh, just thinking about how to adjust this and whether it would be possible to make one with multiple charges or – fuck!” She shuddered as her attention was yanked back to the present when Gale gathered the wetness dripping from her core in a slow lave of his tongue, ending with a brief brush of his lips against her clit. She stared down at him, eyes wide and startled.
His grin was so cocky it was palpable. “Surely you didn’t think I would leave you so neglected, especially after such a spectacular demonstration of your brilliance? Such things should be rewarded, you know.” his breath was hot against her and she felt it igniting further the already smouldering need burning away at her concentration.
“You interrupted my train of thought!” she whined, not really annoyed, not when his mouth was doing such wonderful, obscene things to her. Gods, he was good at it, it seemed to take her by surprise every time the way he could trace the intimate parts of her body with maddening precision, drawing out each sensation, each current of pleasure, giving her just enough to make her want so, so much more. Her back arched as she shifted to meet his teasing, seek out what she needed, and then pouted when she felt him withdraw.
“My apologies, I shall leave you to your calculations. The momentum of genius should not be suppressed.” He laid his cheek against her inner thigh, smile lingering, the scratch of his beard against the sensitive skin sending tingles over her core and making her hips twitch.
“I didn’t say stop…”
Gale huffed a laugh and then his mouth was on her again with a fervour that made her shake. He splayed a hand over her lower belly, pinning her hips to the bed so that she couldn’t escape the ardent attentions of his tongue against her throbbing centre. Anything that Dottie had been thinking about before that point became hopelessly irrelevant as her mind narrowed only to take in the way he devoured her. A deep, wanton groan from Gale vibrated through her, his lips sealed in a blazing kiss around her swollen clit, tongue slipping against her in a rhythm that made her inner walls flutter and spasm. As if on cue he easily slid two fingers inside her and pressed, a throaty noise of appreciation for how slick she was rising from his chest. His mouth and hand worked expertly in tandem; his tongue flicking bolts of searing ecstasy through her core as his fingers dragged over the ravenous place inside her that made her muscles tense and legs quiver, over and over again until she was dizzy.
It happened so quickly it surprised her – she had been hopelessly turned on the entire time she’d been taking Gale apart and now all the pent-up arousal came crashing over her at once in a flood. She keened, gasped his name, gripped at the sheets, thrashed against his strong hold as euphoria contracted her muscles and shook the sense out of her in a powerful, overwhelming orgasm. The wet heat of his mouth stayed pressed against her, lapping up every surge of her pleasure as her cunt clenched hard around his fingers.
Dottie almost laughed from the overstimulation as his tongue ran against her in a few last, soothing licks in the gentle descent from the pinnacle he’d just pushed her to. She felt Gale gently release her, sliding his warm hands up her sides as he sat up between her legs, kneeling to survey her shuddering form. His expression was every bit as smug and delighted as hers had been earlier. Instinctively he leaned down just as she was stretching her fingers out limply to invite him to come close, pulling him by the back of his neck into a tender kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, feel her slick coating her face from the wetness saturating his beard. Her breath was panting and uneven against his mouth; he smiled as he kissed her.
There was a beat of warm, dreamy silence, and then Dottie said, “So, if I changed the base element from silver, or maybe created some kind of alloy –”
Gale groaned and nuzzled his face into her neck. “Love, please, can we not discuss this tomorrow? It’s late, and it might be enjoyable to at least try to appreciate these tender moments in the denouement of passion...”
“Sorry, sorry.” She muttered. She stroked the nape of his neck.
A pause.
“What materials were you thinking of combining?” his voice was muffled against her skin, but the curiosity was clear as a bell. Dottie grinned, excitement bubbling inside her once more.
“Well, silver needs to be one of the components due to – actually, you know what, let me show you the formula I worked out – give me a second,” she said, eyes shining, scrambling to her feet unsteadily on shaking legs, throwing on a robe and stumbling hastily to her workshop.
Gale rolled back on the bed and pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering what he’d gotten himself into, not sure whether to follow her, sigh in exasperation, or laugh. He settled for putting his glasses back on and began to prepare himself for a long night of rather unorthodox academic enquiry.