helplessly against the onslaught. I forced my hands to unclench and reached for him, sliding a touch over the smooth heat of his chest.
My back arched so that I could grind myself against his long, thick length. My skin was so sensitized from the magics in the air I imagined I could feel the gentle pearl of moisture on the thick head of his shaft against my belly.
I gasped as my feet left the ground and I found myself naked, on my back, with Dialle pressing against me.
A deep rumble filled the chamber and other sparks, other flames rent the magic-drenched air. I sensed rather than saw the hundreds of creatures in that room joining in our sexual dance, contributing to the magical sensuality with intricate steps of their own.
Through my magic-clouded vision I viewed their forms wavering on the air around us, clothing shed and limbs entwined in ecstasy. I shivered under the powers building in that enormous chamber.
The heated air around us sizzled and popped. The rumble deepened, like thunder over a heat-drenched landscape in summer. No rain, only noise.
Wrapping my legs around Dialle’s narrow hips, I opened myself to him and arched my back, moaning in anticipation of him quenching an almost impossible need with the column of hard, heated flesh that pressed against my belly.
Dialle bit down on my hickey and I screamed. Other screams echoed mine in the room. The walls vibrated and dust dropped from the ceiling high above our heads. Our lust was like a minor earthquake rolling through the room.
Pleasure exploded like a laser bomb into my body, saturating every square inch, every hungry, grasping cell to the point of pain. My muscles clenched around the intensity of the feelings, my toes curled hard against the soles of my feet, and my fingers curved into my palms, digging perfects arcs into my skin with my nails.
I was beyond control, beyond sensation, beyond thought. I was pleasure itself. A single, vibrating cell infused with almost too much sensation. Pain became delight and delight became ecstasy.
The couch where we lay moved, rolling beneath us like a ship on an agitated sea.
Dialle’s mouth lifted from my hickey and I cried out.
He slid down my body and captured a rigid, elongated nipple, sucking hard. I tangled my fingers in the dark wave of his hair and held him to my breast. Each pull of his talented tongue and lips on my nipple sent desire spiraling through my hypersensitive flesh.
Someone whimpered nearby. I think it might have been me.
Dialle captured the other nipple and, after sucking it, bit down gently on the tender flesh and tugged it upward.
I arched my back, pushing my throbbing mons into his hard flesh with mindless passion. “Now, Dialle! Please!”
Ignoring my desperate plea, he continued down my body, nipping and licking my quivering belly, bringing gooseflesh to the surface with his every touch. The fever grew under my skin. I was so hyper-sensitized that I could feel every hair on his smooth, hot skin as he slid down my body. His ministrations were whisper-soft, skittering gently across my tender flesh. As he neared my sexual core, I cried out, spreading my legs shamelessly and reaching to tangle my fingers in the warm silk of his hair.
His hot mouth closed over the pulsing mound and I gasped, plunging quickly into another earth-shattering orgasm. My head rolled back and my mouth opened and I embraced the knife-like release with a full-throated scream that sent visible waves through the magic-infused air around the platform.
Muted in the dense, moist air, other screams joined mine, building and throbbing to an invisible beat which matched the rhythm of my pounding heart.
Beneath Dialle’s talented lips and tongue, my clitoris throbbed its pleasure, sending waves of bliss throughout my body with every pull of his hot mouth.
I was helpless against the onslaught of feeling, reduced to frantic begging. “Now, Dialle. Oh my god! Please...now!”
He rose up, sliding his body along mine