Page 62 of Monster's Delight

With what looked like great effort, Aiden pushed me back. “What if your clothes catch fire? Then you might get burned because it would be real fire.”

I rolled my eyes internally. “Sounds like you want a little strip tease,” I said in a sing-song voice. “Okay, but for every article of clothing I take off, you have to take one off too.”

“I think we’re a little unbalanced,” Aiden said. “I’ll be naked before you.”

“Want to bet?”

It took Aiden a moment to figure out what I meant, scanning my body with his eyes. They ended at my skirt. “Commando?” he questioned.

“Want to find out?” I asked.

“Yes,” he croaked.

I kicked off my shoes and then started on my knee high socks, pulling them off by the toes. Aiden quickly shucked his own. Next I unbuttoned my tailored blouse, toying with each glossy white pearl as I moved down the row. Even though Aiden had seen me naked countless times by now, he was salivating over each inch of exposed skin. I had never felt so desired.

Once my shirt was off, shimmied down my arms with an extra little wiggle that I thought Aiden would enjoy, he stripped out of his polo, almost ripping it in his haste.

I played with the zipper of my skirt, sliding it down slowly and trying to stretch the moment out. When it was all the way down, I switched tactics and unclasped my bra, unceremoniously stripping it off and tossing it on the little pile of clothing we had made.

I weighed my breasts in my hands for a moment, toying with them and him before I skated my hands down my curves to the top of my skirt. “You need to catch up,” I teased him, seeing that he hadn’t removed his pants yet.

He banished them magically. They did not appear on our pile, and I spared half an amused thought for where he might have sent them.

“Good boy,” I purred. I smoothed my skirt down over my thighs, leaving me bare before him.

He groaned, his fingers gripping the sides of the bench he was sitting on so hard that his knuckles turned white.

I sat to slide my skirt the rest of the way off my body, and he was hovering over me before I had the chance to toss it away.

“I need to taste you,” he rasped. “I am desperate for you!”

I cocked my eyebrow up at him. “That was not part of our deal. Back on your bench or I’m getting dressed again.”

He hesitated.

“And take off your underwear,” I ordered.

He searched my eyes, probably to see if I was serious. Thankfully, he believed me, because I’m not sure I could have said no if he’d begged me again. A woman can only be so strong against a magical tongue.

Once we were back in our previous positions, I shot him a calculating look. “Did you want to test it again, or just go for it?” I licked the palm of my hand and grasped his cock in the soft but firm grip that he preferred. Stroking slowly, I watched the muscles in his abdomen jump as he fought to keep control.

“There’s something else you need to know,” he said, groaning when I bent my head and lapped up the droplet of pre-cum that had beaded at the tip.

I hummed at the slightly bitter flavor and suckled on the head, hoping for more.

“Fuck, Siobhan! Youreallyneed to know this!” he gasped. Aiden grabbed my head by my hair and pulled weakly.

I let him pull me away and climbed onto his lap, grinding against him. “You want to test it? Light up and touch me.” I kissed him gently, brushing my lips over his again and again.

Aiden growled and banded his arms around me, one at my waist and one up my back to cradle my head, and chased my tongue into my mouth with his.

I felt the heat before I noticed that his tongue had lengthened, and rubbed my hands over his skin everywhere I could reach.

His fire felt warm, but more like air in a sauna than touching the flame of a candle, if that makes any sense.

I moaned, snuggling closer, and reached up to run my fingers along the horns that had sprouted from his head. They felt good on my fingertips; not quite smooth, but more like the ridges on fingernails. They were thicker at the base, curving upwards and getting thinner until they were sharp points. I had to stretch my arms to their limit to reach the tips.

“Do they hurt?” I asked, rocking my clit against his thick length.

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