Page 64 of Never Been Gargoyled
Brushing fingers over her most sensitive spot drew this little whimper from her that went straight to my cock. I followed with my tongue, and her whole body arched beautifully. Starting gentle seemed right, then building to firmer pressure. Fast movements alternated with deliberately slow ones. Not overwhelming her all at once, but enough to pull those breathy sounds that were quickly becoming my favorite music.
“You taste like heaven,” I said.
Her fingers tightened in my hair almost painfully. My vision blurred with want.
Icould feel her pulse against my mouth while I pressed two fingers against her entrance. Circling slowly before sliding inside drew a broken whisper of my name from her lips.
She tensed, her thighs trembling around my shoulders. When I worked a second finger inside her, her whole body responded, muscles fluttering around me in a way that made my cock throb.
“Hells, you feel amazing,” I whispered against her heated skin.
I licked and sucked her clit. Every little change in her breathing got filed away for future reference. Matching my pace to the way her body started lifting off the bed, reaching for release, felt like I was conducting a symphony written just for her.
She was getting close. Her breath caught and her hands were restless against the sheets. Her unfocused eyes stayed trained on me even as her control started fracturing.
“Please,” she said, broken and desperate.
“I've got you, love.” The endearment slipped out naturally this time. I pulled my fingers free and moved up over her, feeling like this was the most important transition of my life.
My cock throbbed almost painfully. The need to be inside her was becoming overwhelming.
When I settled between her thighs again, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer. Her hands slid up my ribs to hold on tight, andsomething settled deep in my chest. This was right. This was where both of us belonged.
A tremor ran through her when I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance. That sharp gasp, the way her fingers dug into my sides, her eyes finding mine with just a hint of nervousness but so much trust, made me wait even though my muscles were shaking from restraint.
“Still good?” I had to grit my teeth to get the words out.
“I think so.” Her voice pitched higher than usual, breathier. “You're barely in, and I already feel stretched.” She wiggled a little, and we both groaned. “Keep going. I want all of you.”
A sound escaped me that was half-laugh, half-growl. “That's the plan. You're just incredibly tight.” I winced at how clinical that sounded. “Not complaining. You feel amazing. Better than amazing.”
Pink spread across her cheeks again. “You feel huge. Like, impressively huge.”
Real laughter bubbled up then. “Yeah, that's accurate. I'm trying really hard not to hurt you here.”
Mischief sparked in her eyes. “What if I said I wanted you to hurt me a little? Enough to feel you later today and into tomorrow?”
I pulled back to study her face. She was serious. “Not happening. I'm going to ruin you, but gently. Thoroughly. Make you forget your own name, but gently.”
Her breath snagged in her throat, and her legs tightened around me. “Then stop talking and do it.”
I pushed in another inch slowly, carefully, watching every micro-expression cross her face. This felt like the most important task I'd ever undertaken. Her jaw went slack and her back arched beautifully. The sound she made was raw and unfiltered, like something torn from deep inside.
“I'm okay,” she said quickly, before I could ask. “Just really, really full. Keep going.”
I stayed completely still to let her body adjust to mine. Burying my face in her neck meant breathing in her intoxicating scent. Her natural smell mixing with sweat and arousal and something purely Dazy was the only thing keeping me from completely losing control.
“This is torture,” I confessed against her skin.
“What, having sex with me?” Her laugh made her internal muscles flutter around me.
“No. Holding back when you feel this wonderful. You're making it hard to be gentle.”
“Well,” she traced her fingers up my side with deliberate slowness, “maybe I don't want gentle. Maybe I want you to lose control. I want to see what you look like when you stop thinking.”
I slid deeper and that amazing, overwhelming sensation intensified. Another inch, pausing when she tensed, became an exercise in patience that tested every limit I had.
“Breathe for me,” I whispered. “Don't hold your breath. Let it out.”
