I leave his soft and eager mouth to kiss my way down his neck. I go lower and reach one dusky nipple. I lick it lavishly and his back rises off the bed and his hands twist in my hair. I grin in delight and lick him again. He squirms most enticingly and lets out an exquisite little whimper.
He is such a sensitive and responsive little thing. I dance my fingers over to his other nipple and start teasing it. Twisting. Pinching. Flicking. All while suckling on the one I have in my mouth.
He cries out and squirms even more. This is a delightful discovery. Now I know how erogenous his nipples are, I’m going to play with them every day.
He is whining now and bucking his hips. His legs are spread imploringly. My greedy boy loves my cock. Needs it. Craves it.
I abandon his nipple and reach out with my now free hand. Levitating and calling the bottle of lube to me is a decadent use of magic, but I don’t give a fuck.
My teeth nibble at his swollen nub as I efficiently coat my cock with lube. Gray is gasping and writhing now. His cute little cock straining and leaking.
Grinning, I roll on top of him, line my cock up and push into him with one sure thrust. His back arches, his head falls back andhe keens. His tight heat envelops my aching cock. He feels so damn good. He always does. He has ruined me for anyone else. I crave only him. I want only him. No one else.
His hips rise up to meet mine. Matching me thrust for thrust. I have had other incubi before, they are skilled, of course they are. They are sex demons. Lust is their food. Pleasure is their profession.
And Gray is no exception. My body loves his. We fit together well and give each other intense carnal joy. Sex with him is incredible. Mind-blowing. That is absolutely true.
But being with Gray is so much more than the physical mechanics. It is all the more special because it is Gray. It allows me to get close to him. To see him when all the walls are down. Nothing between us but skin. Our souls naked and exposed. I can see all of him and he can see all of me. Our dark souls fit together. They sing in perfect harmony.
This is true intimacy. Profound. Awe-inspiring. Life changing.
Gray is so very beautiful. Outside and in. A gorgeous soul in a pretty body. I want to worship and adore him. Keep him and make him mine. Cherish him until the end of days. He was made for me and I for him. We understand one another like no one else in the world could.
Gray and I don’t have sex anymore.
We make love.
Chapter twenty-four
Gray
Reds and pinks and golds are painting the sky as the sun slowly sinks below the horizon. It is breathtaking. So very beautiful that it is bringing tears to my eyes and joy to my soul.
There is no reason for the turning of planets and stars to be so visibly pleasing. I adore that this daily miracle chucks out spectacular beauty by pure accident.
And I am ecstatic I’m allowed to observe it once more. Sitting here in Mal’s lap, on a bench in the garden, is divine. I don’t think Mal realizes how great a gift he is giving me. I only gave him a human head. This is so much better.
I’m a little disgruntled that he destroyed my gift in a blaze of magic fire. He said keeping the head could cause problems. I don’t see how. But this works well as an apology.
I thought the sunrise he permitted me to watch a few weeks ago was going to have to last me for years. This is such a special treat.
“I’ve got another idea about how to keep you fed,” says Mal, and I love the way his voice rumbles from his chest and into my own.
“There is a type of dancing called pole dancing. It is very sexy. People watch it and get all fired up. If you learned how to do it, you could snack on your audience’s lust. It could keep you going in between visits to sex clubs.”
“Okay,” I say.
It sounds like fun, and if Mal wants me to dance for him, who am I to say no?
“I’ll take you to a show tonight, see what you think.”
Suddenly, a buzzing sound comes from his pocket. Mal shifts me slightly and pulls out his phone.
“Hi Sammy,” he says.
I turn to face Mal, and a hiss escapes my lips. Mal raises one disapproving eyebrow at me and I fall quiet.
“Let me guess,” says Mal into his phone. “He dumped your ass and broke your heart?”
