Page 23 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
“I—I’m sorry. Not there,” I say, just as breathless.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a half-smile. “Understood.”
He moves very slowly as he kisses next to my lips, the sensation at war with my rational mind. He kisses down my jaw and his thumb flicks over my nipple at the same time. I gasp, arching my back as his mouth teases my neck, his hand squeezes my ass, and his fingers play with my breast.
Within seconds the adrenaline has cleared and I’m back in the fantasy moment of having my body pleasured by a creature not of this plane. I drag my hands up his shoulders and dive into his silky hair.
“My witch. My feast. Exquisite.” He murmurs his approval and grinds me down on his lap, spreading more of the slickness from my opening to my clit.
His praise loosens the reins of my rational mind a little more, and the crazy girl fists his hair, tugging as I whisper, “More. Harder.”
His tail slithers around my waist and flicks my other nipple. His open-mouthed kisses turn to sucking bites that sting in the best way. We grind on each other and groan, both of us giving, both of us taking. My slippery panties and his hard cock provide the perfect stimulation, pleasure welling up inside me.
I flex and keen, increasing the pace. Apollo matches my speed, wrapping his arm tight against my lower back. My skin flushes with heat as every thought coils down into my center, anticipating my release, desperate for it.
He pinches my nipple hard, and I gasp. “There. Apollo, more.”
Ravenous hunger overtakes the being between my thighs. He sucks my neck and pinches harder, tugging and twisting through the fabric of my shirt. The tight need in my center unfurls, setting my body ablaze with the heat of orgasm. I lean against him as my movements get jerky and he takes over.
“So good,” he groans. “Your bliss is fire and I gladly burn to bear witness.”
My mind goes blank from the intensity of my release and his words. I lean on him harder and wait for things to stop being so fuzzy. After a few moments, I shudder and come back into myself. “That was…nice.”
“Just nice?” he asks, amusement clear in his tone as he plants soft kisses against my very wet neck.
My bones are melting.
“Really nice.”
He chuckles. “Either I’ve robbed you of your vocabulary or I’ll have to strive to do better next time.”
“Better might kill me.”
“I can almost guarantee it won’t.”
My mother’s ringtone blares through the room and I jump with a yelp.
Oh, gods, I’m sitting in the lap of a demon, post orgasm. She’s going to hear it in my voice. She’s going to ask what’s wrong. Tired, I’m just tired.
“Sylvia.” Apollo says my name in a calm, deep tone as he grips my chin and turns my face to his. “You do not need to fear the apps.”
It’s so ridiculous I have to laugh.
He smiles. “Did I say something uninformed?”
“It’s my mother,” I say.
“How do you know?” he asks, helping me up from the chair.
“The song it’s playing.”
I walk awkwardly, trying to unstick myself from my underwear, and snatch the phone off the charger.
“Hey, Mom—”
“Why didn’t you text me last night? What happened?”
Should I tell her the truth?
