I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Now she was completely exposed to him.

Julian took a moment just to look at her, memorizing every detail.

Her thighs trembled slightly where his hands held them parted, and the soft curls of her core glistened faintly with her arousal. The delicate pink folds between them were flushed and slick, blooming like the very petals that continued to fall around them. The sight stole the air from his lungs.

“Perfect,” he breathed.

Eva felt the weight of his stare like a physical touch. Heat surged through her cheeks as she fought the instinct to close her legs, even as every nerve screamed for more of him. Instead she let her knees open a fraction wider, offering herself completely.

“Julian…” Her voice was small, trembling with equal parts embarrassment and need.

He didn’t answer with words at first. His gaze stayed locked between her thighs. Slowly—achingly slowly—he lifted one hand from her hip. His fingertips brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh first, caressing upward in a feather-light touch that made her hips twitch.

Then he reached her.

The first touch was barely there: his middle finger gliding along the outer edge of her folds. Eva sucked in a sharp breath, her entire body tensing then melting at once.

“So soft,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So perfect.”

He parted her gently with two fingers now, exposing the glistening pearl at the top and the delicate entrance below. Another plum blossom landed on her lower belly; he brushed it away with his thumb before returning to her.

“Mmhh…” Eva whimpered. Her hips lifted instinctively, chasing the contact.

“Relax,” Julian whispered. “Let me handle everything.”

He circled her clit with the lightest pressure—once, twice—watching her face the whole time. Her lips parted on a silent gasp; her eyes fluttered half-closed. When he pressed a fraction harder, her back arched off the grass and a broken moan spilled into the night air.

“Julian—please—”

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, so close that she could feel the heat of his breath against her core. Then another kiss, higher. And higher still.

When his tongue finally flicked out—barely a touch against her swollen clit—Eva cried out, fingers clawing into the grass and scattered blossoms. The sound echoed softly through the grove, swallowed by the rustle of leaves.

He groaned at the taste of her—sweet, salty, addictive. “Gods, Eva…”

Then he gave her no more teasing.

His mouth closed over her fully—lips sealing around her clit, tongue circling maddeningly while his fingers held her open for him. He sucked gently, then harder, alternating with slow circles that made her thighs quake around his head.

Eva’s hands flew to his hair, gripping him tight. Her hips rocked against his face in helpless little jerks, chasing the building pleasure. Every pull of his mouth, every swirl of his tongue, sent sparks racing up her spine.

“Julian—oh—right there—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. One hand slid beneath her hips, lifting her higher so he could angle deeper. His tongue then dipped inside her entrance before returning to torment her clit with that same relentless precision. His other hand found her breast again, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger in time with the rhythm of his mouth.

The world narrowed to heat and the wet sounds of his devotion. Petals continued to drift down—some catching in her hair, some sticking to the sweat on her skin and some landing on Julian’s shoulders as he worshipped between her thighs.

Eva felt the coil inside her tightening, compressing impossibly tight. Her breaths came in short, desperate pants.

“I’m—Julian—I’m going to—”

He hummed against her and sucked even hard.

She shattered.

Her cry rang out as pleasure crashed through her in pulsing waves. Her thighs clamped around his head; her fingers twisted in his hair so tightly it must have hurt. Wave after wave rolled over her until she was trembling, gasping, tears of release slipping from the corners of her eyes.

Julian didn’t stop until the last tremor faded. Only then did he pull back, pressing soft, soothing kisses along her still-quivering thighs.

When he finally lifted his head, his lips were glossy with her arousal. Eva met his gaze through damp lashes, her heart beating in tandem with her stimulated core.

The aftershocks still fluttered through her, but the sight of Julian sent a fresh wave of heat curling low in her belly.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth first. There, shining in the moonlight, was the unmistakable evidence of what he had just done to her. A deep, embarrassed blush bloomed across her cheeks. She should have felt shy. She did feel shy. And yet the sight only made her ache harder, made her want to pull him closer until there was nothing left between them.

Then her eyes drifted lower.

Julian was still kneeling between her spread thighs, his trousers straining obscenely over the thick bulge. The fabric looked almost painful now.

“Julian…” Her voice came out soft, wrecked from crying out his name. She reached for him with trembling fingers, slowly touching along the hard length of him through the cloth. He sucked in a sharp breath, hips jerking forward into her touch. “You can remove that,” she whispered. “Please.”

A low, rough sound rumbled in his chest.

“You’re going to kill me, Eva.”

But he was already moving.

He rose to his knees, his hands immediately reaching for the fastenings of his trousers. The laces came undone quickly and he shoved the fabric down just enough, freeing himself.

Eva’s breath caught again.

He was hard, thick and throbbing with need. The tip glistened, already weeping for her. The sight of him—so hard, so ready—made her inner walls flutter emptily. She felt herself grow even wetter.

Julian wrapped a hand around his base, giving himself one slow stroke as he watched her face. His eyes were nearly black now, pupils blown wide with hunger.

“See what you do to me?” he rasped. “All these years… every time I thought of you, every night I lay awake missing you… this is what it did to me.”

Eva swallowed hard. Her legs parted a fraction wider in silent invitation.

“Then stop waiting,” she breathed. “Come here. Let me feel you.”