He whirled his tongue around her clit and she quietly whimpered. He could have teased her like this longer, but he sensed she needed release.
He zeroed in on her clit and flicked his tongue as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. She cried out and climaxed. Her legs vibrated uncontrollably as she alternately screamed and emitted unintelligible sounds.
Finally, after her body’s powerful reaction disintegrated into a weak, panting, quiver, Sly settled gently on top of her. His cock nudged her opening, and he tingled with the contact.
“You’re wonderful” he whispered. “Beautiful.” With a gentle thrust he pushed the swollen head of his erection in and stopped.
She caught her breath.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?”
“Goddess, yes. It feels so good.”
He smiled. “It does for me too, love.”
Sly braced himself on either side of her with his hands pressed into the mattress. He’d massage her clit with his pelvis as he moved in and out of her. He began his thrusts, escalating a bit faster each time.
The friction rubbed her already sensitized area, and she moaned with her head tilted back. His cock throbbed with pleasure too. As if she wanted to increase his joy, she squeezed her lower muscles around his shaft.
He groaned and pumped faster.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, softly moaning as he rode her. Suddenly he reached his peak. His balls drew up and he cried out as his cock pulsed inside her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and followed him over the edge. Hoarse from her previous orgasm, her voice took on a lower, raspier sound as she cried out her blissful release.
The tension had run out of his body. His damp skin fused to hers. He gently lowered his full weight onto her boneless torso and met her mouth with a long, deep kiss.
Yeah, I could get used to this.
Chapter sixteen
Chad missed Morgaine. After Gwyneth and Nathan summarily dismissed him, he had no one to talk to.Just like the old days, he grumbled.
Maybe he could drop in on the two newest residents and test their psychic sensitivity. After all, he hadn’t discovered Morgaine’s ability to communicate with him until he followed her around for a while, insulting her.
He chuckled to himself as he remembered the exchange. He was mocking her gothic makeup and coloring—black hair, pale skin—as well as her all-black wardrobe, when she suddenly whirled around and shook her fist at the ceiling.
“Cut the shit you damn spook,” she yelled.
Chad remembered laughing so hard,ifhe had an ass to fall on, he would have stumbled backward and landed on it.
A quick visit to the strange fish-man might prove interesting.
Chad floated down the stairs and pushed his way into the super’s apartment.
Just as he suspected, Jules lay in his giant fish tank. Fingers locked under his head, he floated on his back, gently agitating the water with his large tailfin.
Here goes nothin’. “Hello there, fish-breath.”
Jules didn’t react. His eyes closed and a slight smiled played across his face.
“Wet enough for ya?”
Nothing.
“I wish I knew why you decided to become a landlubber.”
When no reaction to that followed, Chad figured the super was completely unaware of his presence. He was about to leave when it occurred to him, he could use other means to communicate besides telepathy.
Let’s see…I could use my telekinesis to move the toaster out of the kitchen, across the room and dump it in his fish tank. Naw, it wouldn’t be worth the effort without a massively long cord. The threat of electrical shock would get him to spring out of that water, and wouldn’t that be fun to watch?
