Probably not.
“Neith,” he growls in warning as his hand moves back to my ass, and he runs up the stairs with me, clearly out of patience.
“Camden,” I reply breathily, as my tongue makes a trail up his neck, and then I bite down again, as my fingers scratch up his back.
I meant for it to sound just as firm as his warning, and slightly mocking, but I missed the mark entirely.
He groans and threads his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip and pulling my head back. I hiss as a wave of pain mixed with pleasure washes over me, and his lips meet mine.
I hear a door slam behind us as I bite down on his lip, and using the new trick I learnt, the best thing in the world as far as I’m concerned, I use my fire to get rid of our clothing without burning us.
Camden pulls back, his eyebrows raised, “Impatient?”
“Fuck yes.”
My blunt reply makes him smile.
I step back, my gaze trailing over the defined dips and grooves of his chest and stomach, and down to his dick. I lick my lips and drop to my knees in front of him, my hands trailing up his thighs, as I run my tongue down his shaft lightly. His hips jerk, his stomach tensing.
Taking him in my hand, my eyes meet his liquid gold ones. I circle my tongue around his tip before I take him in my mouth, and he throws his head back with pleasure, his hands threading through my hair. I suck, using my hand as well as his hips to move with me.
Suddenly, he pulls me up, his hand going around my throat as he tips my head back, kisses me deeply, and then pushes me back onto the bed, following me down. His lips trail down my neck, as I feel his magic trail up my legs, leaving goosebumps in its wake. As his lips close around my nipple, making my back arch, his magic gently caresses my slit, running up and down from my clit to my entrance in the most enticing and yet frustrating way.
Each pass of his magic, each swipe of his tongue on my nipple drives my need for him higher and higher.
His magic circles my entrance with the slightest amount of pressure. Just enough to push me to the edge without taking me over it, and then he bites my nipple, his hand tightening around my throat as his magic vibrates against my clit.
I see stars, as I scream out his name.
His tongue replaces his magic, as he effortlessly coaxes a second wave of pleasure from me seemingly before the first has even stopped.
As I ride out the last few moments of my orgasm, he shifts so that he’s above me.
“An orgasm from an incubus is more exhausting than a usual one, so it’s completely normal to need to sleep,” he starts.
I chuckle, seeming to shock him as I push on his chest, he falls to the side, then rolls onto his back, and I straddle him, lining myself up perfectly. I sink down onto him, only a small amount, as I lean forward and kiss him, muttering against his lips, “It’s going to take more than that to exhaust me.”
He growls, his expression full of desire as his hands grasp my hips and I sink down onto him, making us both call out with pleasure. Any thoughts of making this last go straight out of the window, as I rock my hips and he meets me thrust for thrust. I sit up, reaching behind me to put my hands on his thighs as his magic circles my clit and his hands palm my boobs, his fingers plucking deliciously at my nipples.
My nails dig into his thighs as we pick up the pace, the sensations caressing me from all angles and driving me impossibly toward another orgasm. When his magic traces my ass, I groan in pleasure, as his dick thrusts deeper and his magic thrusts into my ass, I move my hands to his chest, my nails digging into his pecs, as the dual sensations send me into oblivion, and my screams of pleasure are joined by his growls, as we fly together.
His magic gently pulls back, caressing my body in the softest of touches as I collapse onto his chest, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close as we both try to catch our breath.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he mutters against my forehead before he kisses it, and I prop myself up.
His expression is soft, and my hand reaches up to cup his cheek, my thumb running along his cheekbone, “You’re not too bad yourself, Camden.”
He grins, “I love it when you say name.”
“Do you want me to call you Camden instead of Doc?”
He shakes his head, “No, I like Doc too. I think I’d like anything that you call me.”
I chuckle and lean forward to kiss him again. The soft kiss turns heated again quickly, and I can’t help but pull back in surprise.
He smirks at my expression, “I’m an incubus.”
His expression dims slightly, and I know that he’s about to say something ridiculous about me being tired or magically worn out or something, but I don’t give him the chance to. I run my tongue up his neck and rock my hips. I can go again.
