Incubus Dreams   ::   Гамильтон Лорел

He was so hard, so thick, so solid in my hand that it made me close my eyes, made my breath shudder from my body.

I opened my eyes and knew that my focus was already soft. “I want this inside me.”

He tried for amusement, but his face was raw with the beginnings of that need. His voice was hoarse again when he said, “Even without theardeur?”

I squeezed him tight enough to flutter his eyes back into his head. When he could see again, I said, “It’s not theardeur that makes me want you, Micah.”

His voice was a harsh whisper, as if he were having trouble talking, “We’ll never top what we’ve already done tonight.”

I stroked my hand up the long, hard shaft of him. “It’s not about being better, just being as good.”

He shook his head. “It won’t be as good without theardeur or our beasts, and this close to full moon, I don’t think we want to keep trying the beasts. It could get out of hand.”

It was my turn to shake my head. “Just us, Micah, just us.”

“From the moment we touched, it’s never been just us. There’s always someone, or something else, never just us.” He looked so serious.

I cupped one hand under the soft wetness of his testicles, and gently played with them, while I played my other hand over the head and shaft of him. “Then we’re past due, don’t you think?”

He swallowed hard, laughed, then gave a small nod. “You’re wetter after you feed theardeur, but we ended up back in the water, so you won’t be wet enough or open enough for this,” he wrapped his hand around mine where I still held him, he squeezed our hands together until his head went back, eyes closed, and he shuddered hard enough to make the water slosh against the sides of the tub. He looked down at me and slipped his hand between my legs, searching, until he could slip a finger inside me. He managed two fingers inside me before my head went back, and my eyes fluttered shut. “To go in there,” he whispered.

When I could talk, I said, “Oh, darn, then you’ll have to make me wet, and open.”

He shoved the two fingers fast and hard inside me, stopped my voice along with my breath. “I can do that,” he said, and he had that look, that look that said he knew I wanted him, and that I wouldn’t say no. I didn’t say no, I said yes, over and over again. I said yes, until he worked me open with his fingers, and finally with his mouth, so he could push himself inside me. So we could finally put that in there, and it was wet and tight, and hard, and everything I wanted it to be.