Page 87 of The Female

I open my mouth to respond, but Gray launches into another explanation before I get the chance.

“And I don’t want you thinking I only like you because I have no other options or because you feed me. That may have been how it started, but that’s not what this is. You’re my Charlie.”

The sincerity in his tone brings me comfort, even if his explanation isn’t exactly what I wanted to hear.

“How often do you need to feed?” I ask.

Gray climbs over top of me so he can meet my eye. I smile at him, silently confirming that I’m okay. His muscles relax at the assurance, his shoulders and head dropping forward.

His hair falls in my face, the strands tickling my nose and cheek until I swat them away. Gray snorts, his smile returning as he plops his butt on my thighs. He’s a bit heavy, but I don’t complain.

“It depends on the day. The more I do, the hungrier I am. I’d love to feed four or five times a week, but we can work our way there. I know intimacy is important to you, and I want anything we do in the real world to remain that way. I’ll try to feed on your dreams as much as possible,” he promises.

I’m happy to hear that. Intimacy does mean a lot to me, and I don’t want the entirety of our sexual relations to be seen as nothing more than a necessary meal.

“I’d like that,” I admit.

Gray bounces slightly on my thighs, a giddy smile spreading across his face. I laugh at his reaction, my prior hesitance replaced with excitement. He climbs off my legs and plants himself next to me before sliding a hand under my shirt.

The ache between my thighs grows as he palms my abdomen.

“Can I touch you? I want to show you how much you mean to me.”

I want that too, and I eagerly nod as he bends and kisses my thigh. A second later, he’s hooking his fingers into the waistband of my pants and tugging them down.

Gray maintains eye contact as he urges me to lift my hips. I do so without complaint, panting as he slides my leggings and underwear off and tosses them onto the floor.

A part of me wants to be embarrassed, but it’s hard to feel that way when Gray’s staring at me like I’m the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. I relax against the mattress as he lifts my legs and folds them against my chest.

“Hold them,” he orders.

My face flushes as I wrap my arms around my thighs. This position has my sex out in the open, but Gray’s an incubus and I’m sure what I have isn’t surprising. He’s not going to think my vagina is weird or different, and even if he does, I doubt it would bother him.

He maintains eye contact as he climbs down my body and positions himself below me. I know what he’s planning, but I still let out a shocked gasp when his mouth makes contact with the inside of my thigh. I’ve only ever experienced this in my dreams, and the feelings are significantly more intense in real life.

Gray moans, his teeth dragging across my skin as he hides his smile.

“I muted your pleasure in your dream,” he admits, biting my thigh. “I thought it would be most exciting for you to experience the true feeling of my touch in real life. I was right.”

He connects his mouth with me without warning, the sudden contact making me jolt. Gray’s tongue is unbearably wet and warm as he slides it up my slit, and his hands soon join the fun as he spreads me with one hand and uses his other to tease my entrance.

I groan, the noise loud and throaty as he sinks one of his fingers inside me. My nerves are on fire as he works it in and out, the pleasure only amplified as he flicks his tongue over my clit simultaneously. It feels good, so good, and I let out another moan as he adds a second finger.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve touched myself to the thought of you this past week,” Gray admits between teasing licks.

Fuck.

When he pulls back, I’m graced with the sight of my arousal covering his mouth and chin. His lips are puffy, and his eyes are wild as he dives back in.

He wastes no time teasing, his lips immediately closing around my clit as he flicks his tongue over the sensitive nub. I cry and jerk against his face, my pants loud and desperate as he rocks his fingers into me.

Without thinking, I grab a handful of his hair and arch my back off the mattress. I can feel myself clenching around his fingers as my orgasm builds, Gray’s determination paying off as I whimper and roll my hips in a desperate plea for more.

Gray’s smooth movements drive me to the edge quicker than I’d care to admit, and with a few loud profanities, I’m tightening my grip on his hair and holding his mouth firmly against me.

“Gray, I—you—” I choke out, my head slamming against the mattress as I give up on whatever I was going to say.

He moans as I tense and find my release, my hips stilling before jerking away in sensitivity.

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