Page 75 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
I suppose that tells me all I need to know. With Elryk, I feel like an idiot for forgetting but I’m not actually worried because I trust him implicitly.
He brushes some damp hair from my forehead. “It’s all right, sweetheart. We don’t need protection.” He winces. “Actually, the only reason human partners sometimes want to use protection with a gargoyle is because we tend to have rather… copious releases.”
My eyes go wide and I recall what happened when he came over my chest like a freaking fire extinguisher.
I glance down between us to where we’re still joined. “Um, we’re going to leave a major mess on poor Nasser’s rug now, aren’t we?”
He bites his bottom lip and nods. “I’m afraid it’s a bit inevitable.”
I look around to see if there’s a towel or something close by to try to sneak under me but alas, there’s nothing at hand. Even my wet clothes are too far away to reach.
“Well, maybe you should pull out and we can get the worst of this mess over with.”
Elryk has a sheepish look on his face now.
I arch an eyebrow. “What?”
“Er… I’m still… coming,” he mumbles.
“Say what now?”
He clears his throat, an embarrassed flush to his cheeks. “I’m still coming.”
“Just how pent-up are you? And how long is that going to last?”
He shrugs. “Normally, it’s not quite this long, but I have been told it can be more drawn out than usual the first time one makes love to their mate.”
We stare at each other for a long moment.
“Well, this is awkward,” I drawl, before cocking my head questioningly. “Does it still feel good to you?”
I’m honestly curious because we’ve got to be at least at the eight- to ten-minute mark.
“It’s not as intense as the initial stage of release, but it feels great. Like ongoing aftershocks that make you tingly all over.”
Well, fuck. Once again, gargoyle anatomy trumps human anatomy for awesomeness. I kind of wish I could have such long and intense orgasms too, but I shove that fruitless thought aside and decide to try and make the last vestiges of his orgasm even more enjoyable.
After all, I realized the first time we were together that Elryk has a bit of a thing for my brand of dirty talk.
I lick my lips and loop my arms around his neck. “You’re filling me up with your come, aren’t you?” I croon at him in my sexiest voice, and he shivers. “I told you before I wanted you to fill me until you were gushing out of me and leaking down my thighs.”
He moans and his eyes flutter half closed.
I decide to kick it up a notch.
I drop my voice even more. “I’ve never gone bare with anyone before. You’re the first and only person to come inside me like this, stake your claim. You’re marking me as yours, aren’t you?”
“Oh, sweet Goddess above,” he says in a strangled voice.
I move a hand to stroke the slightly pointed tip of his ear and he starts
shaking all over, his hips automatically rocking into me again, making us both gasp.
“That’s right, my big, bad gargoyle,” I say, stroking his ear and nibbling on his bottom lip. “Give it all to me. I want to be dripping with you.”
He lets out a final cry and collapses on top of me.
I comb my fingers through his hair, marveling at the thick, silky waves that he normally keeps contained in his man-bun.
