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Ren must sense the change in me because he slowly reaches out with his free hand and brushes some hair off my face, letting his hand linger on my jaw. “Maisie?”
I nuzzle into his hand. “Yes, Ren?”
“It’s really nice having you here.”
“I like being here with you.”
He leans forward and presses his lips to my forehead, then my cheek, and finally presses a soft, lingering kiss to my mouth. “Get some sleep, angel. You’ve got a lot of planning to do tomorrow for that birthday cake.”
Chapter 16
Ren
Iwatch Maisie as she falls asleep, my body still vibrating with energy after everything we’ve done. Holding her, touching her, having her trust—it’s more than I could have ever asked for and I’ll do my damndest to never disappoint or hurt her.
I spend the first hour after she’s asleep purely studying her features, admiring and cataloging each minute element that makes her so mesmerizing. Though, the fact remains that her soul is even more enchanting than her outward beauty.
Maisie is a gift and I feel like the luckiest creature in existence to merely liehere with her.
I must doze off for a while because I wake up to Maisie stirring against me.
“Ren,” she moans sleepily, cuddling into me. Maisie attempts to throw one leg over my thigh but huffs with frustration when the motion is hindered by her tight sweatpants.
Eyes still closed and with a cute pout to her lips, she strips the pants off and chucks them across the room where they thud against the opposite wall.
I try to contain my laughter as she falls back down again, this time comfortably flinging her leg over my thigh and banding one arm across my waist. Maisie gives a satisfied little sigh followed by a tiny wiggle before her breath evens out. She’s adorable and I’m going to have a hard time ever sleeping in this bed without her again.
I pull her closer and trail my fingertips lightly up and down her arm, enjoying the goose bumps that follow in their wake. Maisie’s arousal blooms and I inhale deeply.
Even though I understand that she says she wants to be touched in her sleep, it eases the last of my concerns to see her body responding so keenly to a simple caress.
As an incubus, having a window into someone else’s arousal has always felt like a curse and an invasion. But since meeting Maisie and being able to read her responses to my touch, I’m starting to enjoy this extra sense. Only with her, though.
Leisurely drawing my tail higher up her bare legs, I not only feel Maisie’s sexual energy heightening my own, but the sight of her nipples pebbling under my favorite T-shirt has me nearly salivating for her, my stiff cock hardening even further.
Knowing how sensitive Maisie is, I drag my index finger over the fabric and draw slow circles around one hard peak. A shiver of enjoyment rolls down my spine when she arches into my touch, and I lightly flick the bud as a reward for her.
“Ren,” Maisie moans my name again, her hips moving in search of friction. I can’t help the way my chest puffs with pride that it’s me she wants.
“I’m right here, my angel,” I whisper, my voice barely audible to myself. “You’re doing so well for me.”
I know where these touches are heading but I want to take my time getting there. I want to play with her to both our hearts’ content.
Early morning light starts to filter in through the dark curtains, giving me an even more pleasing view of this special human. I gently shift her onto her back and roll her T-shirt up so I can take in her glorious body.
Shifting back onto my heels, I bite my fist as I mumble, “Look at how gorgeous you are.”
Maisie’s small tits and flared hips make me irrationally ravenous. I want to claim every inch of her with my tongue and my tail, my fingers and—one day—my cock and my cum.
She’s perfection personified.
Emboldened by her responses so far, I strip off my own shirt before carefully lowering my head, angling my horns away from her face, and softly graze my lips across one nipple. When she leans into my touch, I do it again, but this time using my tongue.
I get greedy. I swirl my tongue around the tight bud and suck on it, barely catching the rapturous groan that tries to escape from my throat.
Maisie whimpers in her sleep and a pleased smirk pulls at my mouth before I repeat the action, slowly stoking her arousal.
My tail crawls up her legs, and like the needy angel she is for me, Maisie parts her thighs without any further prompting. Despite the clear invitation to heaven, I won’t allow this to be over too soon. I want her desperate and dripping for me before I make her come.
