Page 60 of The Female

“Is it hard to hold it back?” I ask.

Gray shrugs, his gaze meeting mine before he sheepishly nods.

My mind races as I think over my following words. I already agreed to this and want him to get his fill tonight. I don’t want him to seek nourishment elsewhere.

“You’re just going to use your hands and mouth?” I ask, wanting confirmation.

If I tell him it’s okay to release his lust, I don’t doubt I’ll end up begging for more. It makes me crazed, and I don’t want him going beyond our agreed plan just because I ask for it in a lust-induced haze.

“Of course. I’ll only do what you agree to in your waking state.”

My lips purse. That’s good to hear.

“Then, well…” I start, bravely reaching up to grab his cheeks. “You don’t have to hold it back. I’m okay with what we agreed to, and as long as you don’t let me embarrass myself, I’m not going to be upset.”

Gray stares at me for a minute before relaxing. I wasn’t even aware of how tense his body was, but as he melts into the mattress, I realize how much he was struggling. His intoxicating scent hits me with my next breath, and my body sags as my eyes roll back.

It’s so good.

My hips twitch toward his hand, desperate for him to soothe the deep ache settling within me. I need Gray, and every inch of my body is desperate for the pleasure I know only he can bring. I’m about to give in and beg when he climbs over me. The insides of his thighs press against the outsides of mine, and his hard length grazes my stomach.

The feel of him has me quivering, my muscles taut with anticipation as he crawls down my body. I gasp as he grabs my thighs and pulls them open, his mouth connecting with my sex seconds later.

The explosion of euphoria is too much as he licks my clit, and I squeeze my legs around his head as I rock against him.

“Fuck,” I choke out, grabbing and holding his hair for dear life. “That’s—oh!”

My words are cut short as he closes his lips around the sensitive nub and sucks, his tongue flicking as he wiggles his hand between my thighs and works two fingers into me.

He sloppily licks me, his face practically buried between my folds, before he pulls back and runs the flat of his tongue from my entrance to my clit.

“Please, please, it feels so good,” I cry, bucking against his mouth until he gives in and brings his focus back to the spot that makes my toes curl.

Gray tightens his grip on my hip as he pins me down, putting a forceful stop to my gyrating. The sheets around his hips move as he rubs himself against the mattress, and knowing he’s finding pleasure in this is enough to push me over the edge.

Gray continues to lick me as I cum, his moans loud as I squeeze his head and fall apart. When he finally pulls away, he pauses to bite my thigh, the sharp pain shocking.

“You’re so fucking amazing, baby.” He groans, climbing back up my body. “And you feed me so well.”

I flush, my confidence soaring.

His lust remains thick in the air and urges me for more. I spin and push Gray onto his back. He laughs as he falls onto the mattress, the incubus more than happy to let me take the lead.

I don’t notice him tense, but it becomes incredibly apparent as I grab his cock and begin to stroke it. His eyes narrow as he watches me.

I’ve never touched a man like this before, and I enjoy the feel of his hard, silky length in my hand. It’s heavier than I thought it would be, and the skin is softer. Do men need to moisturize themselves?

My nerves are on fire, and my swollen clit throbs as I throw my leg over his waist and straddle him. With another deep inhale, I’m losing all sense of modesty and taking charge to get what I want. Ignoring the hard look in his eyes, I try to emulate what I’ve read about in my books and bring the tip of him to my entrance.

Gray grabs my hips, stopping me. I immediately begin to tear up as I see his unhappy expression. Is he not going to let me have him?

His lips soften at my impending tears, and the hands on my hips loosen before one is removed and placed over mine. I glance at where he’s holding me, excited as he slots his fingers between mine. I like the sight of us both holding his dick.

With gentle movements, he lays it flat against his belly.

“Sit on it this way,” he says, his fingers prying beneath my palm and pulling my hand away.

I frown, but I do as he says and sit on the side of his shaft. He reaches between my thighs and spreads me so his cock sits nestled against my clit.

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