Page 64 of The Gargoyle and the Songbird

Ecco grins, reaching over to the nightstand. She brandishes a bottle of lube that she’s pulled from the pleasure chest, wiggling it triumphantly. “Already got it covered, big guy.”

I chuckle, shaking my head in amazement. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“I’m nothing if not prepared,” she quips, popping open the cap.

Ecco slicks up my tail with a liberal amount of lube, her deft fingers stroking and massaging until the appendage is glistening. She also squirts some onto her ass.

“Tail first?” she asks.

I nod. “Let’s make sure you’re comfortable before we do everything.”

She positions herself over my hips again, reaching back to guide my tail to her puckered entrance. We both groan as the tip breaches her tight ring of muscles. Ecco sinks down slowly, easing me into her.

It feels unbelievable. My tail is not quite as sensitive as my cock, but it’s still filled with nerve endings and she’s so tight around me.

Ecco takes a deep breath, her body gradually adjusting to the foreign intrusion. I watch her face intently, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort. But Ecco’s expression is one of concentration and growing pleasure, her brows knitted and her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“Gods, Graeme,” she pants as she takes me deeper. “The way you fill me, it’s incredible.”

Pride and possessiveness swell in my chest at her words. I want to be the only one who gets to see her like this—uninhibited, confidently chasing her pleasure.

Once my tail is fully seated inside her, Ecco pauses, her chest heaving and her thighs trembling. I flex the appendage experimentally and she cries out, her head falling back in ecstasy.

“Please, Graeme,” she whimpers. “I need more.”

With a groan, I surge up to capture her lips in a kiss, pulling against the bonds at my wrists. At the same time, Ecco reaches between us to grasp my rigid cock, lining me up with her soaked entrance.

She thrusts herself down on top of me. The dual sensation of being sheathed in both her ass and pussy is almost too much to bear.

I growl into her mouth, my hands fisting in their restraints as I fight the urge to tear free and grab her hips, to take control of our rhythm.

Ecco sets a slow, torturous pace, rising up until just the tip of my cock remains inside her before sinking back down, taking me to the hilt. She grinds her hips in a sensual figure eight, squeezing me with her silken walls.

“Fuck, Ecco,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “You’re killing me here.”

She leans forward, changing the angle of penetration and making us both groan. “At least you’ll die happy, right?”

Ecco rides me harder then, the coil of her body tightening as she chases her release. I thrust up to meet her as best I can while bound, reveling in the exquisite slide of our joined flesh.

“Graeme, I’m close,” she whimpers, grinding down on me with increasing urgency.

“Let go, baby,” I say. I flex my tail inside her, stroking that spot that makes her keen.

Ecco shatters with a hoarse cry, her inner walls clenching around my cock and tail in rhythmic pulses as her orgasm crashes over her.

She comes apart above me and it sends me hurtling over the edge. With a guttural groan, I find my own release, spilling myself deep inside her welcoming body.

Ecco collapses on top of me, her face nestled in the crook of my neck as we both struggle to catch our breath. I nuzzle my nose into her hair, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her—vanilla and jasmine, a hint of the ocean, and now the musky aroma of our lovemaking.

“That was...” I trail off, unable to find a word that adequately describes it.

“Earth-shattering? Mind-blowing?” Ecco supplies, her voice muffled against my skin. She reaches down to undo the ties around my wrists. “The best sex of my entire existence?”

I chuckle, the sound rumbling through my chest, and wrap an arm and then a wing around her. “All the above.”

We lapse into a comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of our intense coupling. Ecco traces idle patterns on my chest with her fingertip, her touch feather-light and soothing.

After a few moments, she tilts her head to look up at me, a victorious glimmer in her eyes. “So tell me again about how all you do are one-night stands.”

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