He continues sliding his hand down, nails raking over my thigh, and throws one of my legs over his shoulder. He does the same with the other leg, and lifts me off the mattress, holding me up as he eats me out.
“I’m so close,” I pant, not wanting him to stop. The orgasm winds tight inside of me and I turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut. My mouth falls open, a moan escaping my lips as I come, pussy spasming against his face.
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up. Instead he lowers me back onto the mattress, still working that magic tongue, and slips a finger inside me, going right to my G-spot. He strokes it slowly at first, giving my body a chance to come down, for my ears to stop ringing and for the feeling to come back to my toes.
And then he starts up again, rubbing me in just the right way. I’m squirming on the bed beneath him, desperate for another release. I’m in overdrive, heart racing, unable to form a coherent sentence to save my life.
He keeps his fingers in me but moves his mouth to the side, kissing and sucking at the skin on my thigh. Reaching up, he moves one hand under my shirt and runs the rough skin of his palm over my breasts. I’m moaning, seeing stars, and so close to a second orgasm.
“I need your cock,” I pant, feebly reaching for him. “Now.”
Not needing to tell him twice, he removes his pants and moves on top of me. I welcome him between my legs, reaching down and guiding his cock inside. He lets out a groan of pleasure as soon as he enters me, pushing in deep. The tip of his cock rubs against my G-spot, picking up right where we left off.
Knowing what I need, he thrusts hard and fast, not stopping until I’m coming again, leaving a wet spot on the sheets beneath us. I put both hands on his chest, needing a few seconds to catch my breath. Then I push him up and onto his back, climbing on top.
“Is this okay?” I ask, aware that I’m kneeling on his wings.
“Yes.” He grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head. His hands go to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them as I ride him, slow at first, enjoying feeling every inch of him inside me.
Then I pitch forward, breasts in his face, and fuck him hard, slitting my eyes open to see his face as he comes. He grips my hips, pushing me down onto his cock. I feel it pulsing inside me, which is almost enough to make me come again. Jac notices and quickly flips us over, pushing in balls deep while he still can.
“You like this?” he growls, pulling back and pushing in hard again. My head hits the headboard.
“I do,” I groan.
He thrusts in hard again and again, circling his hips so his cock rubs in all the right places. My breath quickens and he does it again. I angle my hips up, knowing his cock won’t be hard for much longer. But I’m so damn close.
“Faster,” I breathe, sliding my hands to his ass. Reaching down, he widens my legs and drills me hard and fast until I come for the third time. Panting, I flop back onto the mattress. He pulls out and rolls over next to me, breathing hard as well. The bed is unmade from earlier, and he pulls the sheet over us.
“Three times,” he muses, a small smile on his face. “You seemed to enjoy that.”
“I did. A lot. And I love being female and being able to have multiple orgasms.”
“You are lucky in that aspect.”
I rest my head on Jac’s chest, heart still racing. He pulls me closer, kissing the top of my head. We stay like that for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company. His naked body against mine is calming, and dammit, I’m so tired. But I need to tell him what really happened.
“We need to talk,” I start, tracing a line of muscle on his chest.
“In all the movies I’ve seen, that’s a bad thing. Are you breaking up with me?” he asks, and I laugh.
“I don’t think I’ll ever break up with you. Partly because we’re magically bound together, partly because I’m madly in love with you and you just made me come three times.”
He chuckles and turns his head down to look at me. I’m on his wings, and while he says it doesn’t hurt to have me lie in them, he can’t really move. As cool as it would be to have the ability to fly, those things have to be annoying.
“What’s going on, Ace?”
“I started asking about ghosts for a reason. Obviously you know I did a spell to try to talk to my mother, but there’s more to it.” I pause, wishing I could freeze time and stay cuddled up with my half-man, half-gargoyle boyfriend forever. “Gemma told me that crazy-ass witch, Marissa, wanted revenge on me because of something my family did years ago. She basically said I have bad blood and need to be eliminated.”
Jacques, ever patient, gently strokes his fingers up and down my back, waiting for me to go on.
“And it bothered me probably more than it should. I don’t want my family to be bad, but more so, it proves they had magic. Did my mom? It raises even more questions. Marissa even told Gemma I had demons protecting me.”
“Demons,” Jacques muses, shaking his head. “I wonder where she got her information.”
“I have no idea. You guys are far from demons. Though what you just did to me felt a little like black magic.”
Jacques smiles and slides his hand from my back to my ass. “Don’t let her words get to you. I’ve heard of covens holding grudges and being jealous of each other’s powers. You have a rare gift of magic where it comes from inside you, and having the power to summon fire is something many witches would envy.”
