Page 59 of Lessons with the Mothman

"Fuck me," I gasped, knowing my face was a mess, that I was begging for sex while weeping, that I'd just come with a partner for the first time in over five years.

Elias's hands soothed over my cheeks as he started to rock, soft fur absorbing my tears, his mouth gentle over mine.

"I have you," he whispered, his movements as slow as they had been when he'd told me to sleep.

I'd woken up feeling like I'd just had a wet dream, baffled and tired and amazed. "You got me off while I was sleeping," I said, although it was partly a question.

"I did," he said, and I found myself moving with him, slow and patient, every nudge against each other sweet with recent relief.

"How?" I whispered, and he blinked. "Show me."

Elias kissed my brow, and more tears rolled down my cheek. I tried to tangle myself closer as he pulled back.

He laughed. "I have to be able to touch you, darling."

I forced myself to let him go, gasping as he reached between, fingers gentle over my overstimulated clit.

"Like this," he said, circling his thumb. Then he shifted, arching his back, bending his head to suckle at one of my breasts. "All the things I've been wanting to do from the start. You tremble so beautifully when you come."

I let out a sob and Elias purred, tracing a line of wet kisses up between my breasts and across my throat to nibble at my ear.

"Don't tense," he said, still circling his thumb. "You don't have to come again if you don't want to."

Which started a whole new round of crying, of clinging to him. If I'd cried like this during sex with Brett—or god forbid, Stanton—they would've stopped immediately, probably taken it personally.

Elias kissed me, licking into my mouth, cradling me in one arm, never stopping his easy motion inside of me.

"I do want to," I squeezed out, and his forehead rested against mine, nodding with me.

"I know. I know you do. Just let me touch you."

So I did, my arms around his back, soft fur under my fingers. His coremata tickled against my stomach, thumb steady and slow over my clit. And kisses. Swallowing my sighs and shaking sobs, licking into my ear, sucking at my pulse, laving over my breasts.

Pressure built slowly and Elias purred in approval, glancing up from my chest to laugh as I started to tense.

"You always put up such a fight," he teased me, and the comment startled me back into relaxing. "That's it. It won't hurt, you know," he said, smiling.

There were a couple of lamps lit around the room, just enough glow to see him clearly. The glitter of his eyes wasconsuming, and when his stare snared mine it was easy to fall into, to surrender under that gaze.

"Oh, yes, there it is," Elias said, dark and satisfied, right before a familiar heat started to bubble in my core, echoing in my chest. His thumb pressed harder, distracting me from my surprise. "Fuck, you feel so good, Victoria. Such a good little toy, squeezing so tight on my cock. Yes, yes, that's it."

The moan rose up before I knew I was at the crest, and it sharpened into a cry as Elias grew rougher, more urgent, his face sharpening with a wild edge.

"Come on my cock, darling. Yes, just like that. Your pretty wet cunt is sucking so hard, draining me dry."

I laughed at the crude words, choking on the joy and shock of the orgasm, marveling at the sensation, familiar and yet sweeter, stronger than I remembered. And then I gave in, eyes falling shut and body arching into the shaking relief that burned through every thought and every other sensation but the sound of Elias's shout in my ear.

It waslate afternoon the next day before Elias's need abated and we had enough rest and food to have an actual conversation about what happened. The sun was shining through the bay windows, and we were bathing in the light, Elias's cheek resting on my bare breast, one arm and leg draped over my body.

"I know it wasn't a magic curse to break, or something silly like that," Elias murmured. I hummed in agreement. "I won't expect to get you off every time, and I won't put that pressure on the experience."

I turned my face, an antennae tickling my nose, those potent caramel pheromones making a gentle heat stir, but Elias wasright and it was easy to set aside for the moment. "Thank you," I said, burying my face in his hair to kiss the crown of his head.

He stretched as I leaned back, scooting up the bed until we were nose to nose. "However," he started, and I let out an easy laugh. I'd come with him more in one night than I had in years. I'd alsonotcome a few times, and Elias hadn't batted an eyelash either way. "However, I do feel fairly confident that with your permission, I am resourceful enough to manage the job," he said, grinning.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said, reaching up to play with his hair the way I'd been longing to since the beginning, so thick and velvety soft.

He sighed at the touch, arching his neck and leaning his head back into my hands. The flex of his throat was beautiful too, catching the warm light of the afternoon, every hair a thread of gold.

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