Worlds Collide: Chapter 29 Love

So it turns out that learning to use witch magic is far less interesting than learning to use dragon magic. Most of it involves memorising spells and learning to write in runes, it felt more like I was trying to learn Arabic than magic. After a few cups of coffee to wake my brain up I did manage to preform a few basic spells.
Thankfully, I managed to convince my tutor that sleep was a necessary part of learning and am now on my way to retrieve Juan from the gym.
As I round the corner, relieved to have followed the directions correctly, I see the glass panel that separates off the gym from the hallway. More accurately, I ignore all the other people and machines and my attention is completely absorbed by Juan lifting weights. The concentration on his face is intense as his muscles bulge and strain with the effort, a sight that I could watch happily all day. My drooling over him is interrupted by a voice beside me.
“I don’t know why we don’t have more men in the palace, I’m pretty sure in the few hours he has been here, someone has already started a petition to have that rule revoked” the young girl says giggling before walking off, her eyes not leaving Juan until she is around the corner.
I look back at Juan with fresh eyes and realise that he is shirtless and has indeed acquired a fan base of women pretending to work out while ogling him. I suddenly feel incredibly possessive, indignant that they would look at something that is mine. I open the door and march right up to him, he doesn’t even notice he is so focused on his task. I notice a few glares being cast my way by the women though and I smile mischievously at them. I wait until he places the weights down safely and then I straddle him on the bench, he looks up shocked and then almost relieved that its me. I lean forward to kiss him, staking my claim on him for the women to see and then I whisper not so quietly in his ear.
“Shall we take this upstairs?”
“As you wish” he says rising up from the bench and holding my waist tightly so that I stay wrapped around his body and he carries me out of the gym and to the elevator.
Once inside he presses me up against the wall, resting my bum on the railings and kisses me passionately.
“Thank you for rescuing me, I don’t know what was more tiring, the work out or fending off their advances on me.” He says.
“I guess now you are the princess and I’m the knight in shining armour” I tease.
“You will always be the princess to me.” He says
“Why do you call me that?” I question
“Because you deserve to be treated like royalty, but I would not wish upon you the burdens of a queen” He answers smoothly and I’m glad his body is supporting me because I think me knees have weakened too much to support myself.
“I’m surprised you wanted rescuing, I would have thought a room full of women fawning over you was your idea of heaven” I say, changing the topic because I’m not really sure how to answer that.
“It was at one point, but the idea of hurting you was a hell not worth risking for any amount of pleasure. Besides, being with you is better than anything those women could offer.” He says as the lift opens and he continues to carry me to our room.
“How can you be so sure?” I ask.
“Do you think you will find a better sexual partner than me?” He asks cockily.
I pause to think about it and then answer honestly “No, what we have shared is so much better than anything else I have experienced before” I admit. “Don’t let it do to you head though” I add.
“Don’t worry princess, there is very little blood left in the top half of my body thanks to you” He says and lowers be down slightly to highlight exactly where his energy has gone.
Excited, I fumble to open the door and he finally puts me down on the bed. I throw my clothes off in a rush and open my legs as an invitation. Juan undresses painfully slowly.
“You are a temptress, but you will have to be patient. I need to wash after the gym.” He says with difficulty, eyeing my naked body.
“Well if you are going to make me wait, I could just start without you.” I say, lowering my hands to touch myself. I let out an exaggerated moan as I slip a finger inside myself and Juan lunges forward to catch my hand. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he spreads my lips and licks along the line of my slit, pressing further inside me with his tongue.
“Very well, you can’t be trusted alone, so you will just have to shower with me.” Juan says and scoops me up to carries me to the bathroom.
He pushes me up against the cool tiled wall and kisses me as he turns the shower on without looking and I feel the hot water gush down my front in contrast to the cold at my back. I push Juan away and grab the soap. I lather his body with it, taking care to trace every crevice of his muscles. I crouch down to do his lower half, but I don’t rise, my eyes lining with his throbbing manhood which twitches as I trail the soap along his inner thighs. I place the soap to one side and grasp him in my hand, manoeuvring him into the stream of water to wash the suds away and then taking his length in my mouth. I lick around the tip and then suck him into my mouth. I begin pumping him gently and bobbing my head in sync with my movements, not caring about the water crashing down on my head. I hear Juan moan in pleasure and it makes me work him harder. Juan grabs my head firmly, massaging my hair and begins thrusting down my throat. I thank god that I have lost my gag reflex and I allow him to take control, increasing his speed as he nears his release. I reach up and cup his cheeks, encouraging him to keep up his pace. I feel his body tense before he groans and cums in my mouth. I pull back slowly and lick my lips, savouring his salty taste.
He pulls me upright and kisses me, forcing his tongue in my mouth and tasting his essence. He runs his hands through my hair, rubbing it with just the right pressure like when you are in the hairdressers. He wrings the water out of it and then pushes me out of the shower, it is only then that I notice that the water has stopped. He grabs a towel and wraps it around both of us, our bodies never leaving each other and our lips fighting for dominance. We stumble back and I’m grateful that the bed catches us, even more grateful that Juan is on top of me and I can feel him growing again already.
He kneels at the base of the bed again and without hesitation his mouth ravishes my clit. My hips buck up from the sudden pressure, but then I relax into it and enjoy the intensity. He licks and nips in all the right ways and in record time I feel my orgasm roll through my body.
I don’t even have a chance to moan, before I’m able to, Juan's lips are on me and his hard rod is inside me. I embrace the stretch I feel as he thrusts into me. His movements are fast and hard and I bite on his lip just to make him release my lips so that I can breath, but when he does my breath is ragged and stolen by cries of pleasure. Juan lifts my hips up at an angle and slams deeper inside me, making me cry out for more. He doesn’t disappoint, hitting the spot again and again until i’m cumming and I feel him release inside me.
“Best shower of my life” he says.
“Not that it did much good, I think we both need another one now.” I say grinning.
“I think we can arrange that” He says helping me off he bed and back to the bathroom.
This time it's not sexual, just gentle stroking and appreciation as we wash each other. When we are properly clean and dry, Juan wraps me in his arms in bed.
“I love you” He whispers so quietly I’m not sure I heard it correctly.
“I love you too” I respond without thinking, it just felt right and when I think about it I realise that its really how I feel about him. It’s crazy because of how little time we have known each other, but it feels real.
“I love you three” Juan says, before I can overthink my words.
“Oh no, I was raised in an orphanage, I know this game will go on all night and I’m too tired to play it.” I respond.
“Well some people count sheep to get to sleep, I choose to count the ways I love you.” He says and makes my heart melt into a puddle.