Part 17

I laid my head on his shoulder and rested my leg over his legs while caressing his chest with my fingertips. I lightly scratched my fingernail across a nipple which made him jerk.

“Och, Lassie, what wicked magic are you using?”

“Oh you lucky man,” I whispered as my hand found his manhood, “this kind of magic.” I emphasized as I squeezed and stroked him up and down.

Vince was so hard and so close. He leaned over her and kissed his way to a beautiful pink nipple and sucked on it. He smiled inwardly as she arched her back and called out his name. By the time he lathed his way across her chest to the other treasured nugget she was on her back writhing in ecstasy. Vince smiled and whispered, “You’re not the only one with magic,” as he entered her.

“Vincent! Oh … fuck … me!” I don't know if I said that out loud or not, but in my head I screamed. His mouth on my nipples was like having a personal massager.

“Your scream is my command my fairy pixey,” Vince murmured between his worshiping each nipple.

Ya, I must have screamed out loud. And again, as he sank into me, pulling almost all the way out then slamming back.  

A few minutes later, he rolled off of me and I said, “Magic Man indeed.” I leaned over him, kissing him lightly on the cheek, and said, “I need to, um, I’ll be right back.” I made my way to the bathroom. After relieving myself I found a washcloth and cleaned up. I re rinsed the washcloth and went back to bed and climbed in. Flicking the covers back I straddled his thighs and used the cloth to wipe him clean.

“Fairy Pixey why are you doing that?” He asked, a little surprised, yet truly enjoying the feel of the warmth of the wash cloth and the gentleness of her hand.

“You don’t like it?”

“No. On the contrary, I love it. But why?”

“From my first time on I’ve done it because everything trickles out and everything get sticky.”

“Makes sense, but why for me?”

“Because I want you to be clean. And between the two of us there are a lot of bodily fluids. Besides it is kinda intimate and loving and sexy.”

I finished cleaning and took the wash rag back to the bathroom and climbed back in bed.

“Come here my fairy pixey” He asked, holding out his hand.

I laid down on my back next to him. He was on his side with his arm resting possessively across my stomach, his eyes closed.

“Vince?”

“Hmmm?”

“May I touch them?”

“What? Touch what?” He asked, his eyes opening.

“Your eyelashes.”

He looked at me like I had two heads.

“Please?”

“Sure, I guess.”

I reached up and carefully ran a fingertip across his full eyelashes. They were thick and soft as I thought and wish I had.

“Thank you,” I said

“You’re welcome. Was it everything you thought it would be?”

“And more.” I leaned in for a kiss then rolled to my side scootching back, going in for the spoon.