To be touched by him only emboldened me further.
I don't quite have the core strength to lift my legs up over his shoulders like this, but he does most of the work himself, spreading my legs with his free hand, and then lowering me bodily to fit my cunt against his mouth like a delicacy he can't wait to taste.
His mouth is hot and everything I need, capturing the pulse still thrumming between my legs with his tongue. I whine desperately for more, and he obliges, burying his mouth between my thighs, his tongue scalding as it alternates between long licks through my folds, and delving deeper and deeper inside me. All of it layers pleasure and heat exquisitely against the tension in my shoulders and arms.
I keen loudly as my climax nearly breaks me, and then he’s lowering my body down, to rest against his chest. The binding loosens around my wrists, and I almost didn’t realize how much I needed that, red lines already creased into my skin.
As much as I want to look up and trace the lines in his face lovingly, my arms are too exhausted to do anything but drape over his shoulders.
“It’s nice that we’re cool now,” I murmur against his warm stoney chest. “Otherwise, this would be a bit awkward.”
His laugh is so low, I barely hear it over the wind up on the rooftop, but I feel it through his ribcage against mine.
We linger there a few moments, watching the wisps of clouds drift by. The view over the city, stars above and below, reminds me of the last time we stood outside, and he talked about the ways we could build a life together. I find myself bringing it up without thinking.
“Vlad, if we’re going to do this, we need to have a conversation about how we’re going to work together. I mean like actually work. Because if you want to keep trying to help me be some kind of high-powered career woman...” I trail off, because I can’t even fathom trying to be like that. It makes me too tired to even try to form a sentence about it. I shake my head. “That’s not me.”
He pulls back enough to hold me in his eyes, touching the side of my face with such a tenderness, I know I trust him before he even says anything.
“Gwen. I don’t need you to be that. I just want to see you do the things that you’re passionate about, and support you how you need me to,” he says, before he grimaces at himself. “As far as pitches go, I think my last one went pretty badly.”
“I don’t think we can blame you for bad timing. Or my industrial grade shell. But if your offer’s still on the table...”
“We can circle back if you’re still interested,” he chuckles, stroking his smooth granite palms against my back contemplatively. He pauses, and just as I’m wondering where his mind has gone, he says, “I suppose people will ask if I've been seduced by the siren.”
I cringe at myself, even through my grin. There we go, the consequences of my actions. I’m not dreading them as much as I thought I might. “There were some witnesses. I don’t suppose we’ll be able to keep it to ourselves.”
“I'll have to tell them she sang to me, and it was enchanting.”
“Well, it is traditional,” I blush. I hold myself back from apologizing for it. I can’t when he so clearly enjoyed it.
“Then I owe you a mating in the way of the gargoyle,” he murmurs.
I bite against my smile, but it’s too wide to contain. “I’ll take you up on that. Um. Sometime. Whenever is good for you.”
He lays his shirt over a squarish vent hood on the roof and sets me down there.
I don't know what it says about me that stripping down to nothing up here is fine, being eaten out on the rooftop is fine, but him putting his crisp, over-ironed shirts on the gritty cement up here like it’s nothing makes me wonder if we should take this indoors. Not that we wouldn't just break his bed again. I hope he has a more durably constructed bed back in his lair.
I almost protest, but bite my mouth closed on it. It’s a sweet gesture, and it makes me feel treasured. There is only a slight precipice of unsureness left in the back of my mind, that even after all this, we haven’t committed where we are with each other to speech yet.
In my silence, he crouches before me, and the tensile strength of his slacks only barely contains his hardened cock. We’re not quite done up here. I watch the little smile tug at his mouth as he traces gentle caresses over my wrists, smoothing out the lines he pressed into them.
“If it convinced you of my intentions, I would mate you tonight.”
“Mate,” I repeat. That was a little more serious than “girlfriend” which I’d figured might take a little time to work up to. Might be moving a bit fast. It's a little more forward than the human men I've dated, but then again, I wasn't human, was I? I could follow my own schedule.
A moment has passed without my answer, I realize when I catch his eyes again.
“You mean out here?” I can't help but ask, glancing at our surroundings. It may be warm this evening, the night dark and cloudy, but from this rooftop I can still see into people's apartments, and occasionally make out people.
My response makes him grin.
“You think anyone will see us through their little windows?” He asks with an amused smile. I was just looking in, no reason someone might not look out.
I shake my head. I don't think anything can possibly ruin this moment. “I think we're high up enough.”
“Not quite...”
