He sounded humored as he asked, “Should I quit touching you, then?”
And he squeezed one of my cheeks he held palmed firmly in hand. I squealed with delight and shook my head. “Gods, no. Never that.”
We laughed for a moment, but soon that humor turned shivery with threads of fire through it.
“Touch me, Psyche. Touch me everywhere.”
Then I felt him grab one of my hands that rested on a wing and place it upon his chest. I gasped, feeling anxious with excitement and wonder. Anxious because I wanted to do it right. I wanted him to like what I did. Wonder that I could. That I had the freedom now to do so. I’d wanted to do this almost since that moment I’d met him on the beach.
But as I moved my hand down his body, my own began to incite with waves of longing and liquid heat. The man at the beach and the one in the garden had been older, a little softer around the middle.
I scored my nails down hard as iron abdominals and he hissed. This was the body of a young and powerful lion. Not one beyond long in the tooth, but one just at his prime.
“You do not feel as you looked,” I whispered, honestly. Heart racing and palms sweating because what I was feeling…it felt not just beautiful. But almost fantasy like and it was strangely making me both want him and repulsed by him. Because this was not the body of the man I’d fallen in love with.
There must have been something in my tone that gave away my true thoughts, because he held my chin in his hand, his thumb was tenderly brushing against the little dimple inside of it and he said, “Hey, look at me.”
“Where are you?”
He turned my jaw just a little. I saw nothing but air. Clouds. The waning rays of liquid sunlight turning the world a bright canvas of buttery yellows and pastel apricots.
“I’m right here with you, my bride. I always have been.”
My heart thrilled at those words. “Are we truly wed, Phineas?”
Nerves ricocheted through my body as I waited on bated breath to hear what he thought of my new name.
“Phineas. Is that my name, my love?”
I nodded softly, still firmly held by him. “Do you like it?”
“Does it have any special meaning to you?”
I almost blushed to tell it, but he had asked. “It…it was the name of my most treasured pet… frog.”
Suddenly the world erupted with his laughter and I couldn’t help it, I laughed too. My life had taken a turn for the bizarre. I was wed to an invisible man. One who made my body feel like fire and my mind come alive with the wonder of a world I’d never known had existed before. I felt like I was both in Elysia and in Tartarus.
“A frog. Wonderful. I’ll take it then, so long as you as smile when you call me so. Just like you are now.”
His thumb brushed against my bottom lip and the laughter instantly died on both our tongues. Replaced by the combustible heat that we created when together.
“I want to lie with you as a man lies with a woman,” he said, voice tight and scratchy.
My nerves shot high and I almost wilted in his arms, a fall from this height would be lethal. But I trusted him. A man I’d never actually known. A man who wouldn’t even tell me his true name. A male who I couldn’t even see.
None of that mattered though, because where it counted, where it really counted, he was the best male I’d ever known.
“I want that too.”
Then his mouth was at the side of my neck and he was suckling and gently biting, inflaming my need to a frenzied pitch.
I felt his hands cradle me from behind.
“Wrap those beautiful legs around me, woman,” he whispered hotly in my ear.
So, I did.
Seconds later I felt him, thick, and long, and wide, pressing at my virginal entrance.
I’d always been told it would hurt. I tensed for that pain, but when he pushed in, I was so wet I felt nothing other than stretched. I grinned.
“You like it.”
“Move,” I commanded.
Laughing, he said, “As my queen commands.”
Then he began to move and I forgot everything but the pleasure. We soared so high we went above the clouds. Nothing could see us, but even if they could have spotted me from the ground, I would not have cared.
Phineas took me to heights I’d never imagined in my wildest dreams. The pleasure of feeling a man inside of was only the tip of the iceberg with him.
We made love five times that night.
In the sky. On the ground. On the bed. In a pond. And finally, in the shower. I was sore all over and I knew he must have been too, for his touch was softer than usual. Tender. Feather light.
We moved in synchronicity. Slowly up and down, finding our perfect rhythm. He was curled around me, his hands were fitted to my breasts and he was gently massaging them as he rolled his hips round and round, stretching me even further. I’d be sore tomorrow, but it was so worth.
I moaned. “Where do your wings go when you lie on the ground this way?” I asked him.
“I’ve got my cock in you and you’re wondering where my wings go, I must be doing a poor job indeed if my female can wonder at a time like this.”
I laughed, and then I groaned when he swiveled his hips in such a way that it added a whole other level of friction.
“Mmm, yes,” he said with a husky purr, “I like it when you sound like that.”
“Phineas,” I moaned, “I cannot believe I’m so close to another orgasm.”
He chuckled. “I’m just that good.”
I snorted. I already knew he hadn’t ever made love to another woman; he’d told me so. But if I wasn’t inclined to trust him, I wasn’t sure I would have believed him, he moved with a confidence that only a learned male could have.
His long, thick cock kept stroking areas deep inside of me he hadn’t touched before, it was like each position he flipped me into opened up a whole new world of wonder to me.
“Truth is, my bride, being able to bring you pleasure is part of who I am. I can sense your disquiet. You wonder if I told you the truth, or a pretty lie, but I did not lie. I have never been in bed with another. Not a woman or a man or even a beast of the fields. You are my first and you will be my last.”
I clutched at his arm, digging my nails into his flesh, wishing I could keep him with me forever. I’d never though myself a jealous woman, but the thought that he’d never shared this part of himself with another and that he was even n ow promising me that he never would, it was a heady sensation.
“I love only you, dear Psyche. Forever. And always.”
Those words were the spark I needed. I felt my body clench down around him. I was physically exhausted, wrung out and completely spent and yet I felt that spiraling bloom of the little death grip me once again.
I moaned, from deep within my chest.
“Gods, the sounds you make.” And then he gasped and I felt him tightened up around me.
By the time we’d finished we were both breathing heavily. I stared up at the stars in the sky with a smile of wonder.
“I will always remember how you look this night. Right now,” he whispered, his warm breath curling sweetly against my lips, so that I knew he was right above me.
“I wish I could see you,” I whispered. “The only thing that would make this night anymore perfect was if I could have that memory too.”