Page 23 of The Incubus's Angel
She scoops a bite of her cake onto her fork and asks around a mouthful, “Your turn. Any hard limits?”
“Uhm…” Stalling for time, I take a bite and hum as the tropical flavor hits my tongue. “This is so good. Definitely one of the best things I’ve tasted in my life.”
Maisie beams one of those magnetic grins at me. “Thank you. I’m quite pleased with it too. But maybe I’ll add nutmeg next time.”
My mouth quirks up as I stare at her lips. “I don’t know what nutmeg is, but if you like it, I’m in.”
Maisie smiles so easily. It’s as if joy itself finds ways to bubble out of her soul, through her skin, and into the air to touch those around her. Her smiles are infectious. And irresistible.
After another bite, Maisie snaps me out of my staring contest with her mouth and says, “Don’t think you’ve gotten away from answering the question about your limits. I want you to be honest with me. Please. It’s the only way this thing between us can work.”
I shove another bite into my mouth as I gather my thoughts, then stare down at my empty plate. “I think, if we focus on your pleasure first it would be best. I don’t know if I’m ready to be touched yet. I’ve never…”
“Are you okay with me having contact with you like this?” Maisie leans her shoulder into mine to emphasize her question.
I think I like it too much. I want more. I want to touch her everywhere.
Maisie Carmichael, you make me greedy.
My head bobs. “Yes. I like the way you are with me. It makes me feel… normal.”
Maisie puts her empty plate down and stacks mine on top of hers. “Can I sit closer?”
“Closer?” I look at our current positions and can’t imagine how much closer we can get unless she’s sitting on top of me. I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet.
“Yeah. I’m thinking I can sit with my back to your front, then there’s no intense eye contact to add extra pressure for you. This way you can slowly get used to what it feels like to have someone in your arms before we move on to anything sexual.”
“Okay.” My voice comes out in a squeak and I quickly clear my throat and try again. “Okay.”
Maisie directs my legs to widen before she crawls over my thigh and positions herself between my legs. “Is it okay if I lean back?”
“Yes.” I don’t think I’m capable of more complicated language.
Maisie seems to understand this and easily takes the lead. “Tell me more about how incubus senses work. What kind of things can you pick up on? Is it only those who want to give you their arousal or anyone in general?”
I take a moment to think how I can answer that as Maisie moves the plates out of the way and stretches her legs out in front of her. “I can always sense arousal, from anyone. The stronger the arousal is, the more it affects me. It usually feels invasive so I try to leave those situations as soon as I can.”
“That must be so hard. I’m sorry,” Maisie says, placing one comforting hand on my thigh. She doesn’t remove her hand again.
My breath catches as I stare at her soft hand on my dark pants, then continue, “Until that day with you, in the grove, I’ve never beengivenpleasure so I didn’t know how it would affect me.”
“So you’re saying you’re not only learning how to touch someone but how that touch will affect you too?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” Maisie lifts my hand and places it on her bare shoulder.
“Your skin is so soft,” I say, not realizing I’m speaking out loud until the words are in the air.
Without having to see her face, I can feel Maisie’s pleased smile. Slowly, she leans back until she’s against my chest. “Trace your fingers up and down my arm, Ren. Explore my skin.”
I do as I’m told. I drag my fingertips down Maisie’s arm, past the crook in her elbow, down to her wrist, and back up again along the soft skin on the inside of her arm. Her body relaxes into mine and her head lolls against my shoulder with a pleased sigh, giving me a view of her parted lips and closed eyes.
“That feels so good, Ren,” Maisie encourages, her hand tightening on my thigh as I repeat the motion on the other side. “I’m very sensitive, so you’ll probably pick up on my arousal soon. If it bothers you just let me know and we can stop.” The breathy quality in her voice only solidifies the fact that I’m not going to stop until Maisie has found her release. I may not know what I’m doing quite yet, but having her in my arms like this is a privilege I’m not about to fuck up.
“I’m good,” I answer, the first traces of her pleasure already filtering into my senses. My cock grows hard and I quickly adjust myself so she doesn’t feel it poking into her lower back. “I can feel your… arousal,” I say, marveling at how responsive she is. “Is this just from my light touch?”
Maisie’s light giggles trickle into the air. “Well, yes. And it helps that I’m in the arms of an incredibly handsome and kind creature. I think you’re underestimating how attractive you are to me, Ren.”
