Page 57 of Lessons with the Mothman

"Mmm, yes. I want you to."

I lowered her hand gently to her side once more, petted her up over her hip and waist and back down to her thigh. "There now, just rest."

I swayed against her with easy, shallow rolls that made her breath hitch, growing more and more gradual until I was still and her breaths were deep and even, eyes shut and lips parted.

Sleeping. Relaxed.

All mine.

I swallowed my groan and resisted the urge to rut, surprised by the sudden greed and triumph over her surrender, of having a woman so willingly pass her body into my possession.

Now was not the time to lose control.

I shifted slowly, watching Victoria's face, the subtle tangle and then softening of her brow as I curled my knees under me, the restless arch of her spine as I sat up, keeping her speared on my cock. She lay sprawled beneath, beautiful and vulnerable. Mine to do with as I pleased. Which was one very specific thing at the moment.

I reached down, gently gripping her breast in one hand, squeezing and rolling, a small murmur of approval sounding in her throat. I stroked my other hand up and down her hip, carefully massaging at the join of her thigh, down into the crease that led like an arrow to where she was spread over my length. My coremata danced over her skin, relieved not to be squished between us, able to taste and touch and sense. She was blazing with heat, glossy skin cooling.

I brushed my coremata aside and set my thumb over her clit, just pressing for a moment. Victoria's soft sounds grew high, and her hips rolled up and into me. I tightened my grip on her breast to a pinch of her nipple, and her lips shut, swallowing a moan.

And she remained sleeping.

My breath rattled out of my chest, and I started to circle my thumb over her clit. I considered waking her, begging her to let me get her off. Iknewhow close she got when we had sex, and if I was only allowed to try a little?—

Or perhaps I didn't realize.

She'd already been so close.

It only took two brief circles, two soft pinches.

Victoria arched with a sleepy cry, and I choked on air as her cunt squeezed and fluttered around my length. She thrashed slightly in sleep, rocking urgently, riding out the pleasure.

I nearly howled with victory.

Victoria's hips kicked against me and then settled, her lashes fluttering, at the brink of waking. Would she realize what she had done? What I had done?

I pulled out before I could succumb and follow her into bliss, then hurried off the edge of the bed.

"Eli-Elias?" A soft mumble, the whisper of a hand reaching over the sheets.

"Are you mine, Victoria?" I asked, opening the bedside drawer to find the stash of toys I'd placed there earlier.

"Yes," she answered, so easily. "What are you doing?"

"I want you to suck my cock while I play with you."

"Mmkay." Victoria's thighs pressed together, and I watched the understanding wash over her face, her eyes growing wide. She would still feel it—the warmth, the soft throb of release that followed an orgasm, the wet rush.

She started to roll toward me, and I dropped the toys on the bed, catching her shoulders and pressing her back down. "No, on your back, like this," I said, and then I tugged her toward the side of the bed. Her head would rest over the edge. "I want to use toys on you, is that all right?"

Her brow furrowed as she blinked up at me, glancing at my cock now gleaming with her release. I had made Victoria come. I would again.

"Elias, I—O-okay."

It took every better quality in me to ask, "Okay?"

She relaxed back, her shoulders heavy in my hands, hair sliding over the edge of the bed to gaze at the carpet. "Mmhmm." And then she opened her mouth and licked the tip of me, gasping at the taste of us mingling together.

I hurried to act before she could make me lose myself. I'd purchased this toy specifically for her, specifically to make it so impossible for her to remain in her head. I grabbed the tangleof cords, taking a suction cup and rubbing it between her legs as she started to lick over my length, cleaning herself off of me.

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