Page 36 of The Nephilim's Touch
He washes the dishes slower today, and he moans with every press of my fingers. He’s so damn sensitive and I love every moan and mew I can drag out of him. He presses his ass against my cock and my tail has a mind of its own, wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer still. My mouth goes to his neck and I nip and suck, forgetting he probably doesn’t want hickeys, but I can’t help it. I need the taste of his skin on my tongue.
He finishes the pan he scrambled the eggs in and drops it into the dish drainer before he spins to face me. A hand reaches for a horn and he tugs me down.
“Kiss me, Van.” His legs go around my hips and I can’t help but give him what he wants.
My hands thread in his hair and tip his head back. His pupils blow wide, making his eyes look black instead of pretty brown. When our lips meet, it’s more than a kiss. It’s a promise. Promise of what, I don’t know, but I plan to keep it. He pulls the t-shirt from me and it gets tangled in my horns before we get it free.
His grin is beautiful. If I could keep him like this for eternity, I’d be happy. No one has ever made me feel as good as Gabe does. No one has ever made me calm. No one has ever given me something to want more than the next breath. But I want Gabe. Not just for sex. No, Gabe deserves more than that. He deserves a partner and a lover. Someone that will cherish him as much as he cherishes his plant babies.
“Bedroom, now,” Gabe commands in a thick voice and my cock gets harder than I think it’s ever been.
I hold him tight and rush us there with him clinging to me and laughing all the way. I set him on his bed, not wanting to hurt him.
“Do you have lube?” I ask.
“Top drawer of the nightstand. But don’t get distracted. I want you in my mouth.” He tugs me down and I scoot to the middle of the bed, helping him remove my sweatpants and underwear. Gabe stares at me as if he wants to worship me.
“Van, you’re so damn gorgeous.”
I snort. “No one’s ever looked at me and said anything of the sort. I’m a cock, a mouth, and a hole. Oh…” I wave both hands. “And a pair of hands. I’m a good fuck, but I’m not gorgeous.”
“You’re wrong.” Gabe drops to his knees in the space between my legs. “I’ll prove it to you.” He’s still dressed, but I completely forget about it when he climbs up my body and devours my mouth. My hands go to his hips, loving how he fits perfectly. Loving every lick of his tongue, moan, sigh. I could kiss him forever, but my cock throbs with need as he rubs against it with his jeaned ass.
Slowly, he kisses along my jaw. Down my neck, chest. Suckles at one nipple, while he fingers the other. I’ve always had sex that finished quickly, ready for the next experience just as fast. But with Gabe, I want slow. Want whatever he gives me.
His kisses find my stomach, making it jump as he slides down my body.
“You’re the biggest cock I’ve seen in real life, just so you know. I want to savor you.”
My cock jumps at his words, and he presses a palm to the underside where it lies on my stomach.
“Fuck, Gabe. Fuck.”
He leans in to press soft kisses to my balls and I squirm when he starts laving at me with his perfect tongue. He slurps and sucks until I’m a mess before he even moves back to my cock. Pre-cum leaks from my tip and it takes everything in me not to come when he bats his pretty lashes at me.
“You taste so good, Van.”
“Fuck,” I chant the word.
He hums around me. “I wanna get a taste of your ass. Get up here.” We’ll do that sixty-nine he mentioned the first round.
Gabe shucks off his jeans and pulls off his shirt to scramble up the bed. He hesitates, so I maneuver him exactly how I want him with his ass in my face.
“Uh, Van? There’s a bit of a problem?” Gabe continues to stroke my cock, but there’s the noticeable absence of his lips. “I’m too short to reach you like this.” He laughs and I readjust him down my torso so he can continue to suck as much as he wants.
I lean in, taking a bite of one ass cheek, then the other. “Your ass, Gabe. Just damn.”
To my delight he bounces it, and there’s a perfect jiggle once he stops. “Fuck. That’s all I got. My brain has gone offline.”
Gabe laughs, but jokes on me when he starts sucking my cock again. With his ass in my face, I can’t watch him.
“You need a mirror on your ceiling.” I lean in again, trailing my tongue along his crack and making him squirm. I delve into his most intimate of places and moan. My eyes flutter back. “Angel, this is what I want for breakfast from now on. Those eggs are amazing, but this.” I squeeze both of his ass cheeks. “Breakfast of champions.”
He stops his sucking and lays his head on my thigh while I eat out to my heart’s content. He thrusts against my chest and I take him in hand. Gabe is so responsive, I’ve never had this before. I want to play with his body until he crumbles and pleads for me to make him come. I use my tail to get into the nightstand and grab the lube. He’s so open for me, I dive my tongue in his hole to the loveliest sound on earth. He’s abandoned my cock and I don’t even care.
“You keep going like that. I’m gonna come,” he pants out.
“That’s exactly what I want, angel.”
