I reach my hand up between us, approximating in the dark where his dick is, and gasp when I come into contact with it. A flush rushes up my cheeks as I run my hand up the length of him.
I can make it bigger, he says, if it’s not big enough to please you.
I’m about to protest, to tell him that it’s far bigger than it needs to be to get the job done, but then he’s growing longer, and I realize the shadows are collecting on the tip, hardening to add length.
“Hang on there, buddy,” I say with a nervous chuckle. “You were fine with what you were working with before.”
It’s been my experience that women like rather large penises.
I bite back a laugh and give his dick a flew long strokes from root to tip. “You’re perfect the way you are.”
His little shimmer goes through him, and then he pushes me back into the cabin, leading me over to the couch. He gently lowers me to it and then falls to his knees in front of me.
I want to please you, he says into my mind. His voice in my head always feels intimate, but now that all my blood is pulsing between my legs, it’s practically a caress. I bite my lip as he starts to tug at the waistband of my pants. But even with his nimble fingers, he can’t get them down because of the knot at my belly button.
I giggle and push his hands away. “Let me.”
He sits back on his heels and watches as I peel away my shirt first and then my bra. He’s already seen me naked, so this isn’t exactly an unveiling, but when the cool air hits my breasts and my nipples harden, he sucks in a breath. His shadows creep past his body and slide up my stomach, covering my breasts with that strange mist.
I feel devoured by him, and he’s not even touching me with his hands.
The pants, he says, and I absentmindedly stand to push my pants and underwear down to my feet and step out of them. As soon as they’re out of the way, Gabriel gives me a gentle push. Or maybe it’s the shadows that push me. Is it all him, or are the shadows separate from him?
In this moment, I don’t know that I care as long as he doesn’t stop touching me.
Gabriel walks forward on his knees, and the sight of him crawling to me makes me throb between my legs even more. He pushes my legs apart, and when the air hits where I’m so extremely wet, I shiver.
The first night you were here, I smelled you,Gabriel says, eyes flickering up to me and then back down between my legs.You were at that table, doing delicious things to yourself, and I could smell the scent of your arousal from outside the cabin. That’s why I came. That’s why I watched, even though I knew I shouldn’t.
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He holds my eye and then leans forward and swipes his tongue up the wet, hot center of me. I drop my head back on a gasp. Instinctively, I reach down to take his head in my hands, and I’m shocked when I encounter horns.
My eyes fly open, and I look down between my legs. There was so much shadow around him that I didn’t notice before, but I can see them now from this angle, two horns that curve around the back of his head.
Like he can tell I’ve lost focus, Gabriel slips his tongue inside me, and I have to grab onto his horns to anchor myself. He feasts on me, and all I can do is enjoy it, closing my eyes and letting him explore every inch of me. I suddenly feel ridiculousfor thinking this might be his first time. He clearly knows what he's doing.
I'm on the very edge, one hand curled around a horn and the other gripping the fabric of the couch, when I open my eyes and gasp.
The room is black. Gabriel's shadows have wrapped around us completely, blocking out everything but us. They move over us like mist, and I feel every single separate particle on my sensitive skin.
And here, in the protective bubble of his shadow, I feel safe. When I glance down at Gabriel, our eyes meeting, I tip right over the edge, shouting out my release as he relentlessly licks and sucks and worships my pussy.
When my orgasm subsides, and the touching begins to be too much, I nudge one of his horns until he lets up. We’re both panting, and even as he moves back to sit on his haunches, Gabriel strokes himself. I want him inside me. Now.
Like he can read my mind, he leans forward, his hands going to my thighs to push them open again.
The world spins, and he’s suddenly sitting beneath me on the couch as I straddle him, both of us still shielded by his dark globe. I’ve never been completely against him like this, somehow solid and not at the same time. His cock nudges against my ass, and I bite my lip.
Please use me, he whispers to me.Use me for your pleasure.
I take his face in my hands, gratified by the shimmer that moves over him, lighting up my vision for a second. His hands find my hips, gripping tightly, as if he can’t help himself.
“Is this what you want?” I ask him. “You want to be my little toy?”
He quivers against me.Yes. Yes, please. I’m begging you.
Oh, he’s begging alright, and I’m shocked by how wet it makes me.
I run a finger along the ridge of his bottom lip and then dip it into his mouth. He immediately closes around me, his wet tongue tracing my finger. “Good little toys don’t come until their masters do.”
