Page 36 of The Incubus's Angel
I kiss Maisie like she’s everything I’ve ever needed.
Our tongues dance, duel, our lips nibble and caress. I carefully angle my horns away from her face as I feather kisses along her jaw and suck on the racing pulse at the base of her neck before claiming her lips again.
Maisie pulls away just long enough to whimper against my lips, “Touch me, Ren. Please. I need… I need…”
“I’ve got you,” I promise. I’m not quite ready for her to touch me, that’s an experience for another time, but I want to make Maisie feel good.Needto make her feel good, more than I need my next breath.
Ignoring my throbbing cock, my right hand skims down the curves of her waist, over her hip, and down to her thigh where I gather the fabric of her skirt just long enough to slip my hand under and meet her bare skin, right above the spot my tail rests.
“Do you want my tail or my fingers, angel?” I ask, my voice almost an octave deeper as I nuzzle at the sensitive spot under her ear.
Maisie’s blunt nails dig into the back of my neck as she arches against me. “Fuck me with your fingers first. I want you to feel how wet you make me.”
Maisie takes my right hand and guides me toward her core, the wet heat of her luring me closer to where she needs me most. The moment my fingers graze against her damp underwear, I groan with satisfaction.
I have to pause to gather myself, my mind almost overwhelmed with the knowledge that this is all for me. It’s not someone else’s arousal I can sense from a distance. It’s not by accident. This is Maisie’s pure desire—forme.
Reading me as clearly as if my thoughts were spoken aloud, Maisie cups my face and tilts my head to meet her soft gaze. “Do you feel how wet you make me? Can you feel how much I want you? Even with that stated, please remember that we can stop anytime you want. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
My throat bobs on a hard swallow. “You’re a gift, Maisie Carmichael. And I don’t want to stop. Ever. Now teach me how you want my fingers to fuck you.”
I wrap my tail higher around Maisie’s thigh and lift it up, bringing her leg to rest around my hip. Eyes glued to mine, she guides my fingers down the front of her panties.
The moment I brush against her swollen clit, Maisie lets out the most delectable whimper that’ll be ingrained in my mind for as long as I live.
She leads me further down, skimming along her wet seam, before angling my fingers up to enter her. “Here. Fill me here. I’ll play with my clit.”
I slowly push my fingers into her slick core and rub against her front wall. Maisie’s back bows against the tree on a sharp intake of breath as I find her sensitive spot.
A small smirk pulls at my mouth. “Just hold on to me, angel. Let me take care of you. I want to have the pleasure of watching your face as you come on my fingers.”
Maisie’s arousal surges and I make a mental note that even if she’s comfortable with guiding me, she likes it when I take charge.
“Okay,” she whispers, surrendering easily to my request and winding both arms around my neck.
I hold her eyes as I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her before pressing my thumb to her clit and drawing gentle circles around it.
Maisie moans at the contact and an answering groan vibrates deep in my throat.
“I love the little sounds you make for me, my angel. Give me more,” I demand.
Maisie obediently rolls her hips into my hand and I press harder on the swollen bud, quickening my pace as I read each minor shift in her expression until I find the touch she’s most responsive to.
“Yes, Ren. Just like that. That feels so good. Don’t stop,” she says through shallow breaths, leaning her head back against the tree as the deliciously lewd sounds of my fingers fucking her fill the night.
It doesn’t take long until Maisie’s walls start to tighten. I don’t let up, keeping my pace as she arches into me. Her hands fist the hair at the back of my head as her body starts to tremble.
Slamming my mouth against hers, I swallow down every moan of pleasure as her pussy pulses around my fingers. Maisie’s release shudders through her and into me, filling the finalremaining unconquered space until I’m saturated with sexual energy.
My vision goes blurry for a second, but I ignore it, unwilling to be taken from this special moment.
I hold Maisie up as her body goes limp and press my forehead to hers. “Do you have any idea how exquisite you are?”
“Ditto,” she mumbles blissfully. “That was… unexpected. And very, very welcome. We should totally do that again. Soon.”
“I’d like that.” I slowly withdraw my fingers from her dripping pussy and bring them to my mouth.
Maisie’s eyes widen. “Oh, wow. Are you…?”
