Instead of responding, she lifts herself and slams her body back down on mine. An involuntary noise makes its way out of me, and I bring one hand to her hip and the other to her breast. Her head dips back, hair cascading down her back and breasts swaying.

“That’s right,” I whisper, voice low. “Ride me. Fuck me, witchling. Take what’s yours.” Her smooth thrusts get faster, and her breaths come out in pants. She bites her lip, and the sight makes me thrust up into her so deep she lets out a groan of surprise. Moisture glistens across her stomach and collarbone in the soft glow that surrounds us. My power has a mind of its own, caressing her body with gentle ribbons of light. She moans at the touch, and any hope I had of keeping my hands, or my magic, to myself disappears. I squeeze her nipple and her hip in unison with my hands, the pressure causing her to increase her grinding to a punishing pace.

“Thorne, I’m close. Please,” she whimpers, practically begging me to help her finish, and that’s the sign I need to bring those ribbons of light to her clit, stroking her again and again with my magic while keeping my hands on her hips to guide her up and down my body. Those incredible tits bounce up and down with the movement, and I’m transfixed at the look of her astride me. I never want to leave this position, her body hovering above me, hair fanned out around her. Her cheeks are flushed bright red with exertion, and I have to focus to keep myself from cresting that wave with her. But I’m not done, and I won’t come until I’ve brought her to climax at least a few more times.

I can tell she’s reaching a fever pitch, her hips rocking back and forth so quickly she practically vibrates. She’s also glowing brightly again, as sure a sign as any that she’s close. It’s remarkable, and I hope she always lights up like this when we make love. I replace my light with my thumb on her clit, pressing hard just as I thrust up into her, and that does it. She comes again with a small breathy noise, this time not an eruption but a gentle wave, and it’s just as beautiful. The walls of her pussy flutter, squeezing my cock and nearly finishing me. I stroke her through her crest, waiting until her hips are jerking with overstimulation before I remove my hand from between her thighs.