Page 24 of The Incubus's Angel
Surprising myself with my candor, I say, “And you to me. You’re so beautiful, Maisie.”
A tingling sensation spreads through my body as her arousal builds and my confidence grows along with it. If Maisie likes my touch and my words, I’ll give her more and more.
A long-buried instinct raises its head, demanding that I worship her. “Where else do you like to be touched? Tell me how to make you feel good, Maisie.”
“Now that’s a sentence everyone wants to hear,” she says dreamily, relaxing a little further into me, her arms now draped across my legs. “I like small touches to build things up. My most sensitive points besides the obvious places are my neck, my ears, my wrists, and my lower back. If someone touches those parts throughout the day, it feels like a promise that’ll be fulfilled that night.”
“I’ll remember that,” I promise. I don’t know if anything will happen beyond today, but if everything goes well and we have another day like this, I’ll make sure to start building early to have her excited for later. Somehow, I knew touching Maisiewouldn’t be difficult. And I already know once will never be enough.
Now, to just find the confidence and the skills to make her happy.
Don’t doubt yourself now, Ren Chadwick. Get out of your head and enjoy the feeling of a beautiful creature in your arms.
My tail twitches and strains toward Maisie too. “Is it okay if my tail touches you?”
“Ren,” Maisie says, opening her dazed eyes and looking up at me. “You can put your tail anywhere you want. I may have had a naughty dream or two about it… exploring me.”
The beginnings of a smirk form on my mouth and I let the pointed end of my tail trace up the outside of her leg. Maisie’s mouth falls open, her pupils dilating as a spike of arousal seeps into my body.
“You really like that.” It isn’t a question.
“Yes,” Maisie pants. “Now, lower my straps, Ren. Please.”
One part of me wants to lay her down and cover her body with mine, put my mouth on her tits and push my tail into her…Woah. One thing at a time. Don’t get ahead of yourself, Ren.
I push my index finger under her left strap and slowly pull it off her shoulder, then repeat the motion with the right. Maisie places her hands on mine and brings them down to her breasts.
“Like this.” Maisie guides my hands to cup her breasts over the material of her dress. She pushes my fingers down so I’m kneading her. I try to be gentle, but based on the small spikes of her arousal traveling through me, I can tell what kind of touches she prefers, and I adjust the pressure accordingly.
I’m not going to think about the fact that this is the first time I’m feeling breasts, but I will marvel at the fact that these are Maisie’s tits.
“You’re so soft. You fit perfectly in my hands.”
“They’re tiny and out of proportion for my wide hips, but at least I don’t need to wear a bra. Want to see?” she asks in that same breathless quality that chases away any intrusive thoughts that make me doubt if I’m deserving of this angel in my arms.
“Yes.”
Maisie lifts her hands away, placing them back on my thighs, and leaves it up to me to undress her. With shaky hands, my fingers skim along the tops of her breasts before dipping under the material and carefully tugging down, revealing her tits to the warm afternoon air and my hungry gaze.
“Fuck, Maisie. You’re… magnificent,” I settle on, not able to properly find all the words to explain just how perfect she is. She’s like a sculpture modeled after an artist’s dream.
Maisie arches into my hands, a note of desperation in her voice. “Play with me, Ren.”
I trace around her hard nipples, drawing smaller circles toward their stiff peaks as I monitor each response through her arousal now streaming into my body. I pant along with my Maisie as her sexual energy increases.
Feeling emboldened, I pinch them lightly.
Maisie moans and arches into the touch. “More. Harder.”
My brain mirrors her response, needing to touch more of Maisie, wanting to consume her.
My tail moves to the inside of her knee and Maisie parts her legs, her dress slipping higher up her thighs. I slowly let mytail inch upward as I knead her breasts, alternating pinches and soft touches, rolling them between my fingers, and ignoring the desire to put my mouth on her.
“Yes, Ren,” Maisie whines deliciously. “If you keep going, I think I can come like this.”
“Yes, you will, sweet angel.” I don’t know when my voice got so deep, so demanding, but every instinct within me is trained on bringing this creature the kind of pleasure she deserves.
My tail senses her wet heat through the barrier of her underwear, but I don’t dare touch her there, just let the tip play along the inside of her thighs where she seems most sensitive as I shower her tits with all the attention she craves.
