Page 97 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
A rumble of that strange language rushes out of him as his hips flex and he lets go. Blueberry pancake hits my tongue with the first burst of his pleasure. It’s fucking spot-on. Blueberry syrup, fluffy cake batter, butter…it’s all there.
I swallow and squeeze him harder, begging for more. His claws on the back of my neck send my mind into overload. The tight tug of his tail in my hair has me keening as I swallow another mouthful. My breasts feel heavy, sensitive, and needy. I lean closer until my nipples brush against my arm with every bob of my head. The friction lights up my nerves, but it’s not enough. It’s not whathecan do to me.
I swallow the last of his cum and he pulls my face up to his, bringing us just inches apart. He traces my bruised lips with his thumb as he pants.
“I don’t like your rules,” he whispers, his gaze smoldering on my mouth.
“I don’t either.”
His eyes snap up to mine and he stares into me for what feels like eternity, asking the silent question. Am I sure I can survive this heartbreak? This inevitable end?
“Fuck my rules.”
twenty-five
Past the Point of No Return
His lips seal against mine in a blistering, heavy kiss. I gasp into his mouth, breathing him in, and throw my arms around his neck. He pulls me out of the water and my head spins as I land on his lap. He drops me hard against his pubic mound and settles us together while he continues his assault on my mouth. My nipples drag against his chest as we pant, pulling sounds from my throat I didn’t know I could make.
Porn star sounds.
I grind my hips against his, relishing the pressure of his ribbed skin against my dripping center. The lace of the panties adds a bite of pain that somehow hastens my spiral toward orgasm. He squeezes my ass in one hand, helping me to rock into him, as his other holds me firmly behind the neck so I can’t escape.
He groans into me and fire burns a path from my mouth, to my nipples, to my clit, yearning for more of him with every flickerof heat. The pressure in my lower belly seizes all at once and I throw my head back to cry out.
“How I have craved this sound,” Apollo growls and moves his attack to my neck, licking and sucking my pulse point. He draws out every ounce of pleasure, rocking me against him as my body goes limp.
There’s a loudsnap, like cloth in a strong wind, and I open my eyes to see Apollo’s wings fully extended. He barely fits in the voluminous cavern. They curl around me and he rolls, flipping me to lay on my back in the shelter of his wings.
Gauzy greens, blues, and purples sparkle behind his face as he stares down at me. I push some of his silver hair behind his pointed ear and caress his cheek. His cock throbs against my thigh and he closes his eyes.
“I have yearned for you for so long,” he says, planting open-mouth kisses on my wrist. The sharp poke of his fangs has me panting harder, and ready for more.
“Do you want me?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I say, not a single doubt in my mind.
He drops down to his forearm and grazes my stomach with his claws until he reaches my panties. I shift my hips and help him pull them off as we breathe into each other, our eyes locked like the moon and the tide. I wonder who is who.
His fingers burn a path up my inner thigh and I spread my legs, letting him settle between them. He leans into me and I feel him at my center. He drags his head from opening to apex, spreading my arousal and making my toes curl.
I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck, bringing his lips down to mine. He kisses me slowly, deliberately, tasting every bit of me. He circles my clit, pushing against it hard until I’m keening the word “please” between every kiss. He smiles against my mouth and drops down.
With reverent slowness, he stretches me inch by inch. The fire fluttering in my belly blazes into an inferno as we connect completely. I open my legs wider, hooking my heels onto the back of his thighs. More. Deeper. Closer.
He grabs the back of my neck and presses his forehead to mine. Moaned whispers of something ancient fall around me while I disconnect from the idea of “me” and remember the concept of “us.” Just one, together at last.
My lips find his again, silencing his murmured devotions. His hips pull back and he thrusts into me slowly, feeling me and letting me feel him. But it’s not enough. I still need more.
I pull on my heels, forcing him in all the way until his ribbed mound is pressing against my clit.
He groans, breaking our kiss. “Tell me what you want. Let me give you everything you need.”
“More,” I say, pulling him back to me.
More of his lips.
More of his tongue.
