Page 41 of Breakaway
"You have no idea," Zill says with a playful shake of his head. "They're throwing an absolute tantrum right now. You'll be able to hear it once we fully bond, but they won't be nearly as whiny once you can hear their thoughts." And then, a bit quieter, he adds, "I really hope they're not as whiny when you can hear them."
"Oh," I say, because really, what else is there to say to that?
Zill knows what he wants, though, and he cups my ass, drawing me back closer to him. "Now, did you want twenty-three, which is going to cause an actual uproar, or can someone else try to please you this time?"
"Well, I don't want to be playing favorites," I say. The shadow wrapped around my hand slides off of it in the most pitiful way I've ever seen smoke move, and then he's joining the others,becoming a mass of smoky darkness that's moving over my thighs. "Let's do Three and Seventeen. Oh, how many are there? I probably don't want to be asking for one if they don't exist."
"Thirty-Two," Zill says. "And you just tell them which one you want, they'll be good listeners."
And that they are. When I cry out for a number, they're more than happy to join the others in stuffing me full and making me come. One of them, eager to please, wraps its smoky tendrils around my clit and moves in such a way that it feels like a vibrator is pressed right up against me, all the while Zill's tongue is laving me in warmth. By the time we finish for the night, I've had four orgasms, fourteen shadows inside me, not all at once, and Zill is looking like he's exhausted and the happiest man in the world.
"I need to shower," I tell him as I roll onto my back.
I'm a dripping, sweating mess. Zill looks at me like I'm a treasure, and it makes me want to pull him down on top of me and have him finish this night with a bang.
He looks at me like he might be interested in the same thing, so I say, "Or we could have some more fun?"
Zill's eyes glow a little brighter. "I want to, I promise I do."
"But?"
Zill chuckles in a self-deprecating way. "You asked me earlier how quickly I could go again?"
"Mhm," I murmur, not quite sure where this is going.
"Well, it turns out it's quite fast, actually." The tips of Zill's ears turn bright red as he speaks. "Or it is until it no longer is."
I look down the length of our bodies to where his cock is soft and flaccid against his thigh.
"How many times?" I ask, and he knows exactly what it is that I'm asking. That doesn't stop him from looking scandalized for a moment before answering me.
"Counting the time in your mouth, six," he says with a shrug.
"Damn," I mutter.
For a moment, I think about not saying what's on my mind, but then I think about the fact that at some point our minds are going to be connected, and he's going to know all of my fantasies and everything that I like anyway. So why should I keep this a secret?
"I'm really into being filled up." And when he doesn't quite understand what I'm saying based on the confusion in his expression, I lay it out a bit more bluntly. "I want you to come all six times inside of me until I look like a cream-filled donut."
"Gods," Zill says, falling back down beside me and covering his eyes in the crook of his arm.
"You can't just hide from a woman when she tells you her fantasies, Zill!" I cry out.
In response, he covers himself with his other arm for good measure, and then his shadows all envelop his head as well, like a thick blanket draped over his arms and head.
"This is so rude," I tell him, laughing as I crawl back onto him.
His abs move with a laugh as I shoo his shadows away, all of them probably conflicted by doing what Zill has them doing and doing what I want them to do. It isn't until Zill finally lets out a peep of his laugh that his shadows all disperse and his arms move around me.
"The visual isn't something I was prepared for," Zill says, his smile bright and beautiful. He's definitely mocking me, but not in a malicious way. "But I will make sure that the next time we enjoy one another's company, I do as you wish."
"Which is what?" I ask him, feigning ignorance and forcing myself not to smirk when he goes from smiling brightly to slightly horrified at having to say exactly what I want him to do to me.
"It's what you just said," he says, one of his arms still wrapped around me, pinning me to his chest while his other flutters in the air as if that movement helps to remind me of what it is I said I wanted.
"What did I just say?" I ask, tilting my head so my chin is resting on his chest as I look up at him.
"Reese," Zill says my name in such a sad way that I almost cave and tell him I'm giving him a hard time. But he sucks in a deep breath, pinches the bridge of his nose, and as he releases the breath, he blurts out, "I'll fill you like a cream-filled donut."
