Page 79 of The Fae Menagerie
I laughed. "Of course not. It's a mouthful, kinda like this." I sucked him down again, burying my nose in his fragrant pubic hair and swallowing around him.
He let out a strangled cry and tried to pull me up by my armpits.
"Doyle, fuck!"
I released him again, but not before my laughter made his cock twitch in my mouth. "I'm getting there."
"Now, please. Need you now."
I wouldn't last, either, not with the needy trace of his fingers over my chest and abdomen. I found the jar of salve in my nightstand drawer and quickly readied myself for Parker's cock. It flared at the tip like an arrow, and it felt so good sliding past my ring of muscle. I Loved the feel of Parker inside me as much as I loved being inside him.
Hell, I loved everything with him. Top, bottom, side, sixty-nine. We'd tried it all in our time in the menagerie, and not once had I thought I would grow tired of him, though that had been my concern with Prince Drummond and everyone before him.
No one held my attention like Parker. No one deserved my attention the way he did.
"I love you," I reminded him as I sank all the way onto his cock. I leaned forward and kissed him, finding that sweet spot where his cock head nestled just right against my prostate. I gave my hips an experimental roll. That felt too fucking good. I rested my head on Parker's chest.
"I love you, too." Parker's voice sounded deeper than usual and filled with lust. "Now fuck me like you love me."
I laughed and nipped at his chin. "That's called making love."
"I don't want you to make love to me," he said. "I want you to bounce up and down on my cock until your wings do that thing."
"What thing?"
"They vibrate, and then when you come, it's like you levitate."
I laughed. "One day, I'll have to take you flying with me. It's a survival technique, so we don't die when we fuck in the air."
"You'd do that … with me?" I didn't know how to handle his awed tone, so I kissed him again.
"I want to do all that, and more," I assured him. "But first, I'm going to make love to you."
He groaned when I started small, hips gyrating only a few degrees and lifting an inch at most from the base. Then, I relaxed into the movements, letting his cock almost slip free and circling around the head, letting the air do as much as my heat to bring him ecstasy.
His disappointment soon turned to pleas for more, and then incoherent babbling.
My wings trembled as I neared release. My cock had left a sticky trail of precome on Parker's abdomen, where it pooled with his sweat. Gods, he was so beautiful like that, his lips swollen from kissing, sweat beading on his forehead between the ridges of his frown.
I ran my finger across the line over the bridge of his nose, and he gasped. That brief touch was all it took to break his concentration. He was close, and so was I.
I dipped down to capture his bottom lip between mine, pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it as I picked up the pace. I was going to come without a touch, but first, I needed Parker to come for me. I needed to feel his cock pulse inside me.
For once, I wasn't afraid he would become too attached. I wanted it, wanted him, forever.
Parker cried out as he came, his eyes wide but so dilated, I didn't know how he could see my wings. They blurred when theymoved this fast. While flying, they would help me hover in place — I was hovering in place above Parker, my body suspended above his. I grabbed him beneath his arms and wrapped around him, hugging him close and picking him up so I wouldn't lose the delicious feel of him in my ass. The movement dragged my cock along his abdomen, and I lost my hold on reality. The world broke apart around us, shattering into a million tiny sparks. I buried my head in Parker's neck to hide from them, but they were behind my eyelids, too. So much light. So many sparks.
Parker dragged his blunt nails down my back, and my cock pulsed between us again. Spent, I lowered him back to the bed and collapsed on top of him. It had been too long since I'd used my wings like that. "I think you broke me."
He kissed the top of my head and buried his hands in my hair. "We need to build your wing strength back up, Your Highness," he teased. "Now that I know flight sex exists, I want it."
I pushed myself back to my knees, and his cock slipped out of me. "You'll never want it any other way." I smirked. "I'll need at least a week before I'll trust my wings to carry us both."
Parker surprised me by rolling over and pinning me to the bed. I felt boneless and completely sated, but I also felt safe in his arms. He ran his hands over my wings. "Thank you for saving my life."
"It was nothing."
"It was everything," he corrected. "And then you turned around and sent me away."
