Page 65 of The Incubus's Angel
When she confirmed her feelings last night it felt like I was handed some grand prize, and now I get to keep her with me. I get to make her happy.
Since taking my own kink survey and finding out I like somnophilia just as much as Maisie, I’m excited to wake her up in a way we both enjoy. We played around with my tail before, but I’m more than ready to do it with my cock.
I carefully drape Maisie over me, letting her head rest on my chest and her legs on either side of my waist. Gently, I trail my hands up and down her back, watching the way goose bumps dance along her skin. My tail grazes up her inner thigh, the light touches making her hips writhe in her sleep.
I monitor her arousal levels, read every single reaction to each touch, and catalog them all. Luckily, I’ve gotten to know Maisie’s body so well that I’ve memorized exactly which touches draw the strongest responses from her.
While my hands continue their light caresses, my tail slips between our bodies. I slowly drag it through her slit, coating it in her arousal before pressing gentle circles to her clit.
Maisie whimpers and I rain down words of praise on her in a voice that’s barely a whisper.
“Goodgirl.”
“Sweet angel.”
“I love you.”
When I know she’s ready for me, I fist my cock and notch it at her entrance. I hold absolutely still, keep my breaths steady as I grit my teeth and fight against the urge to thrust in all the way. My cock throbs in my hand, my body begging me to surrender to my beastly nature and fuck her hard and fast.
But not right now. There’s plenty of time for that later. I just want the first day of our future to be memorable, something that Maisie and I have fantasized about.
My angel stirs slowly, her breaths coming quicker and her hips pushing back against my cock. I check to see that her eyes are still closed, then I slide my cock in another inch, and pause.
My tail never stops its ministrations, keeping the exact pace and pressure on her clit.
I don’t want this to be over too quickly. I want Maisie clamping down on my cock as she wakes.
Slowly, inch by inch, I feed my cock into her tight cunt until our hips are pressed flush together. A groan of pleasure is trapped in my throat and I try my best to swallow it down. My hands flex at my sides, struggling against gripping her with the passion I feel.
Maisie’s pleasure builds as I press harder against her swollen clit and her walls tighten around my cock. I roll my hips in a gently rocking motion, not wanting to jostle her too much, but wanting her to experience the drag of the beads around my cock against the most sensitive spots inside her sweet cunt.
Having command of her body is such a privilege, such a gift that emotion almost overwhelms me. But like Maisie has somesecret sense, she wakes up at that moment, tilting her head to meet my gaze as she comes with a soft cry.
Her eyes flutter closed, and her orgasm is a soft pulse around my cock as I guide her through it, keeping up my pressure on her clit until she collapses onto my chest again.
Maisie’s only down for a second before she sits up, all rumpled and hazy but looking positively glowing.
“Morning, my sweet Ren,” Maisie mumbles with a coy smile. “That definitely ticked every single box of my somno fantasies. Now, it’s your turn.”
I’m about to ask her what she means, but Maisie is already bracing her hands on my chest, a wicked grin settled on her mouth as she lifts up onto her knees before slamming down hard on my cock.
A grunt escapes me, my body flooding with sensation. I look at Maisie, slack-jawed and in awe of this incredible creature and the command she has of my body and my heart.
“You like that?” she asks in a voice that’s all silk and seduction.
“Yes,” I splutter breathily.
Her gaze stays locked on mine as she lifts up again and repeats the motion, falling into a rhythm of slow, hard thrusts.
Maisie rides my cock like she owns it. And she does.
She owns me—body, heart, and soul.
This morning, it’s not about fucking. Everything is slow and gentle.
It’s making love.
Sated and happy and so deeply in love I fear I might float through life from here on out, we head downstairs for breakfast. I attempt to make something for us, but Maisie directs me to brew our coffee while she whips up some pancakes for us—very reminiscent of her first stay here.
