I tease her as long as I can hold out. Not nearly long enough, honestly. Maybe there will come a time when I’m not about to blow my load simply from being near her. Tonight’s not the night. I finally give in to the tugging on my horns and move up to press the flat of my tongue against her clit. Her back bows, and her thighs clench around my head.
Not yet. First I need . . .
I press three fingers into her pussy as I keep up that stroke against her clit that has her dancing on the edge. Grace comes with a scream and damned near snaps my head off my shoulders. I have to muscle her legs wide so I can keep fucking her with my fingers, keep drawing out her orgasm until all the strength goes out of her limbs. It takes a very long time. I love every second of it.
Only when she is limp and panting do I move back up her body and brace myself over her. “Do you want my cock now, or should I keep eating you out? Because I could feast on your pussy for hours.”
She blinks up at me, her gray eyes dazed. Distantly, I wonder if she’s beyond words. I should know better. Grace snakes her hand between us before wrapping it around my cock as best she can. She licks her lips. “Later, if you want. I might die if I don’t have you inside me right now.”
I feel the same way. I brush her hand from my cock and wrap my fist around it. I was too worried about giving her exactly what she commanded last time we had sex. This time, I want to enjoy the sight of my broad head parting her pussy’s lips. It seems impossible that she can fit me. I tease us both as I draw my cock up and down her center, soaking my head with her desire.
“Hold your thighs apart for me.”
She fumbles to do it. I’ve never seen her so uncoordinated, and I drink in the sight, knowing I am the cause. Finally, Grace hooks the back of her knees around me and holds her legs wide. Only then do I press my cock to her entrance. Slowly. No matter how I’ve readied her, I need to go slowly.
I feed her the head of my cock and pause. The sight . . . I want to imprint it on the backs of my eyes, to remember this moment forever. Instead I press deeper. She moans at every ridge. It’s too fucking good. Everything about this is too fucking good.
Finally, at long last, I seat myself fully inside her. And then I look up her body. Color flushes her pale skin. She has her eyes closed and her head thrown back as she moans. “Look at me, Grace.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, she blinks her eyes open. Her lips are parted, and I can’t help but lean down and nip the bottom one. “Too much?”
“Just the right amount,” she gasps.
“If it gets to be too much, tell me.” I wait for her jerky nod to brace my hands on either side of her shoulders and begin to move. Last time, it felt so good, I thought the top of my head might explode, but Grace couldn’t effectively withdraw completely. In this position, I can.
Slow, slow, slow.
It becomes a cadence in my head, a reminder that we dance on a precarious edge and to move too quickly might mean I hurt her. That’s not what I want this to be about,. We’ve had plenty of rough things between us, sharp edges and harsher words. Right now, in my bed, I only want pleasure and . . .
Love.
Her pussy clenches around me with each withdrawal as if she wants to keep me inside her. It’s the greatest agony I’ve ever experienced. I never want it to stop. Every time I thrust forward, her body welcomes me more easily. And still she holds herself open for me. Trusting me to not take this too far. Trusting me to make her feel good. Better than good.
“Bram.”
“Yes.” I don’t know what I’m answering, but I shift so I can catch her hip and press my thumb to her clit. I don’t stroke—I think she’s too sensitive for that at this point—but the movement of my thrusts rubs her against the pad of my thumb. Over and over and over. I grit my teeth, fighting against my body’s instinct to fill her. I need her to come again. I need to feel it. I need to know it’s for me and me alone.
Grace orgasms, and even though I was expecting it, the strength catches me by surprise. She drags me over the edge with her. I never stood a chance. I curse and surge forward, grinding into her pussy as I come and come and come. Filling her up. Overfilling her. I watch in helpless desire as my seed spills out around my cock and coats our thighs.
I gather her to me. I’m not sure if she’s shaking, or if I am, or if we both are. It doesn’t matter. Not when she’s holding me to her just as hard. Grace buries her face in my chest and emits a breathless laugh. “Holy shit, Bram.”
“We’re not done yet.”
Her next laugh is almost panicked. “The mind is willing, but I don’t think my body can take any more. You’re too big.”
I grin against her hair. “I had a delivery during the time we weren’t speaking. If the mind is willing . . . I have a solution for the body.”
22
GRACE
I watch in fascination as Bram brings out a glass bottle and explains its purpose. Healing solution. It’s used to facilitate humans fucking people who are much larger than them. Of course the bargainer demons came up with it. They have a vested interest in that sort of thing.
In the end, I only have one answer to the question on his face. “Yes. Again.”
I am much sorer than I was last time. I watch with no small amount of trepidation as Bram coats his cock in the solution. I raise my brows. “It seems like there are better ways to apply it.”
“There are.” He lifts me into his lap so I’m facing away from him. I can’t help but tense, yet the flicker of worry changes to pure pleasure as he gently saws his fingers through my folds. Almost instantly, the pain is gone, replaced by a lovely warmth. Bram’s voice is rough in my ear. “When we’re done, I’ll use my fingers and make you come one last time to help you heal. But right now, you need my cock again, don’t you?”
Yes. Desperately. As much as I like the games we’ve played, tonight feels like it has changed everything. He’s not holding me as if I’m priceless because I commanded him to. He’s doing it because he truly feels like I’m priceless. I’m not riding his face because I want to tease him until he comes too quick . . . Well, maybe I was doing that a little bit. But I’ve never felt more cared for in my life. That’s probably a sad thing to acknowledge, but it’s hard to feel sad when Bram is lifting me onto his cock.
The earlier fucking and the healing solution ease the way. This time we don’t have to fight for every inch. I’m able to wiggle my way down his length without too much trouble at all. And all the while, the ache fades. “I hope you bought the shit in bulk.”
His laugh is strangled. “I have another order placed already.” He wraps his arms around me, and then his wings follow, cutting off what little light there was in the room. Maybe this should feel claustrophobic, but I just feel protected.
We move slowly, the earlier frenzy having abated a little. I can feel it on the fringe, just waiting for the right spark to turn into an inferno once more. But for now . . . there’s just lazy pleasure. I ride his cock as he holds me close. At some point I become aware that he’s whispering in my ear, too softly for me to make out the words. I don’t need to, though. His caring and tenderness are wrapped up in every piece of this experience.