Page 10 of Enchanted By the Gargoyle

“Let’s get out of here.” Her voice is low and husky. She grabs my hand, urging me to step even closer to her. “Just close your eyes and take a deep breath.”

I do as she says, and by the time my breath is inhaled into my lungs, I feel the air shift, the noises from the forest surrounding us once more, and I open them to find myself standing behind Tamsin, my hand lightly on her shoulder, just like I remember before I appeared next to the node. She turns around, grasping my hand, pulling me into her.

Our lips crash together, desperation pulling a low groan from me. Her mouth is sweet, just like I remember and dreamed of, her tongue slipping over mine. She suckles my lower lip, and I gasp at the sensation. I’m stumbling over my feet as she’s pushing me up against a tree, her hands wandering down to the waistband of my jeans. Her fingers are working the zipper, and without thinking, I jump back away from her.

“Tamsin, wait,” I choke out.Fuck, fuck!I have to tell her. There is no way around this; once we get going, she will realize just how clueless I am. What if she laughs at me or walks away? Or worse, scoffs.

Those bright eyes of hers are glazed over with need, the high flush of her cheeks, lips bruised and parted. A crease has formed between her brows, and I know she’s confused.

“What’s wrong? Ezren, talk to me.” She steps closer, winding her arms around me. “Whatever it is, it’s okay.”

My thudding heart makes it hard for me to hear her, and I can’t look directly at her when I say the words, so instead I look up at the trees and focus on the wind.

“Tamsin…I’ve never done anything with anyone before. I…don’t know what I’m doing.” The words tumble from me, but once I get started, it's easier. I look down into her face, bracing myself for the worst.

Instead, she’s smiling slightly, and just…listening. I forge ahead, words spilling out fast before she runs away. “I want you and I want to please you, but I’m clueless. I’m gonna need some help here, some guidance.”

She smooths her hands over my chest, a wicked grin spreading as she looks up at me through her thick eyelashes. “Oh, I can give you some guidance, Ezren. But let’s go somewhere more comfortable first.”

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The warm glow from the fire in the cabin sets the small room aglow. I’m seated on the bed, Tamsin in the middle of the room. First, her shirt comes off, revealing a deep blue satin bra that can barely contain her generous breasts. Struggling to remain seated like she asked me to, my breath hitches in my throat as she reaches behind herself to unhook it, but she catches it just before it falls.

Stepping even closer to me, she nudges my knees apart.

“So, when you sucked my nipple earlier, that was the first time you had ever seen breasts, and the first time you had ever done that?” She says, as she brings my hand up to her throat, ghosting it over her skin, stopping just where the satin cup is barely holding her breast up.

“Yes,” I choke out. My throat has gone entirely dry, and my cock is pressing into the seam of my jeans, but I stay still.

“You were exceptionally good at that.”

“I was?”

“Yes. Do you want to suck on them again?” She lets her bra fall away, revealing the rosy buds, now stiffening from the cool air of the room.

I don’t answer, but flick my tongue on her left breast, watching her face. Her throat bobs as she swallows, and just as I suckle, her mouth falls open, a moan escaping. Circling her waist with my hands, I bring her closer to me, filling my mouth with her tender breast, flicking over her nipple until she pushes my head back, panting.

Stepping back from me, I release her waist. Undoing her jeans, she steps out of them and kicks away her shoes, revealing herself to me. Her waist nips in before flaring out into fleshy hips and strong thighs.

“You look like you want to devour me.” She groans. “Is that something you want to do?” Her fingers slide over her belly, down past her hips to the triangle of hair that starts between her luscious thighs. I am desperate to know what is there.

“Yes.” My throat is so tight I can barely make any sounds at this point, and I’m gripping the edge of the bed so tightly that the wood is splintering under my hands.

“Do you want to throw me on that bed and spread my legs open?” She’s parted her legs slightly, and a single finger slipped inside to where I can just see pink.

“Tamsin,” I warn. She is teasing me just like I imagined.

“Take your clothes off, I want to see you.” She commands, stepping back against the wall, her little hand still in between her legs, sliding her fingers up and down at a leisurely pace. I want her to tear her hand away and see what is there, what is making her chest heave with every movement of her fingers.

But, I can’t waste time, so I rip off my jacket, toss my shirt aside, and slide my jeans off in two seconds. In a single stride, I’m pressing her into the wall, grasping, pulling her hand up and into my mouth, licking her fingers, groaning at the taste of her.

“Did you touch yourself when you went home that morning you found Beryl?” I growl.

“Yes.” She says, breathless, watching my tongue swirl over her fingers. “I closed my shop early and went upstairs. I took off all my clothes and imagined you were there.”

“You put your fingers down here, and thought of me?” My other hand has traveled to her pussy, sliding one finger to where her hand was, and finding it slick. Her hips jut forward, pushing my hand deeper.

“I put my fingers inside myself and tried to imagine it was your cock.”

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