over his shoulder.
“Whee!!!” I screamed, laughing. “A shoulder ride.” My head bounced as Ian carried me away. I didn’t know where I was going and didn’t really care. Those firm round things under my nose were pretty too. I wondered how they’d feel.
I reached down and cupped them, one in each hand. “Nice buns.”
The buns twitched as if they were trying to shrug off my hands. “Hey, take it easy on the buns.”
I started rubbing them with the palms of my hands in a circular motion. “Sissy girl. I just wanted a touch.”
Suddenly the shoulder holding me dipped and I was flying backwards. When I hit the bed I sank into it a good five inches. I laughed happily, clapping my hands. “Soft. Like a cloud. I half sat up, narrowing my eyes at Ian so that he’d stop wavering. He was a very wavery sort of guy. “You ever been in a cloud, Elfaery?”
He shook his head. “No, drunkin’ spirit. I’ve never been in a cloud.”
I flopped backward again, nestling myself more deeply into the bed. “Ver…purty. Clouds.”
“Mmm hmm. Let’s get you turned around now so I can cover you…”
I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, yanking him down on top of me. He landed on my stomach with a grunt. “You’re a cloud. Purty man.”
Ian’s face was inches from mine. His lips turned up at the ends. “I’m no damn cloud, drunkin’ spirit.”
I wrapped my legs around his butt and lifted my hips, grinding myself into him. “No, you have hard parts.” I giggled at this.
Ian moaned. “And you have very soft parts, Monad. If you know what’s good for you you’ll stop that right now.”
I opened my eyes wide. “Right now? What if I don’t?”
“I’ll do this…” he growled out before lowering his lips to mine.
His essence swamped me. The feel of his hard, demanding body warmed and invigorated me. The musky taste of him filled my nose, my mouth, my soul. I moaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth and tangled with my own. I shivered in anticipation as his hands slipped up under the overlarge shirt and skimmed smooth delicious heat across my belly.
He swore as his fingers were halted by the makeshift string belt and he grabbed it with his other hand, breaking it effortlessly.
I threw back my head, suddenly overcome with an overwhelming need to get naked with the man whose body was bringing mine to heel so easily, so well. His hot hands were both under the shirt now, gliding toward heaven.
As they closed over my breasts I cried out, my lower body arching upward into sudden release. Ian’s mouth lowered over the rigid peaks of my nipples and he suckled gently there, bringing me quickly into another hard, bone shattering orgasm.
I reached for him, desperately trying to get to the single button at the waist of his tight, faery breeches. But he swore and grabbed my hand.
He levered himself off me and I cried out, trying to grab him back.
“Nuh uh. Not this way. When I take you it will be because we’re both willing…”
“I’m willing!”
“…and sober.”
I tried to sit up, “I’m…” I flopped back down. “I’m thirsty.”
A wisp of impossibly soft cloth slid over the sensitized skin of my stomach and chest as Ian pulled the bed covers over me, but my eyes had closed and I couldn’t seem to pry them open again.
“Get some rest, drunkin’ spirit. You and I have much to do when you wake.”
I thought of a response to this. And I think my lips moved. But nothing came out. I felt sleep pulling at me like a dark wave.
The last thing I remembered were a pair of soft lips on mine. “You’re pretty too, drunkin’ spirit.”
I think I smiled, as my body slid into oblivion.
~ ~ * ~ ~
Something was tickling my nose and there was a lead weight on my chest. I opened my eyes to find a warm, muscular arm thrown over my chest and a very hot leg pinning my thighs to the bed.
I blinked, trying to remember if I’d done anything to embarrass myself, groaning as I remembered. In
“Whee!!!” I screamed, laughing. “A shoulder ride.” My head bounced as Ian carried me away. I didn’t know where I was going and didn’t really care. Those firm round things under my nose were pretty too. I wondered how they’d feel.
I reached down and cupped them, one in each hand. “Nice buns.”
The buns twitched as if they were trying to shrug off my hands. “Hey, take it easy on the buns.”
I started rubbing them with the palms of my hands in a circular motion. “Sissy girl. I just wanted a touch.”
Suddenly the shoulder holding me dipped and I was flying backwards. When I hit the bed I sank into it a good five inches. I laughed happily, clapping my hands. “Soft. Like a cloud. I half sat up, narrowing my eyes at Ian so that he’d stop wavering. He was a very wavery sort of guy. “You ever been in a cloud, Elfaery?”
He shook his head. “No, drunkin’ spirit. I’ve never been in a cloud.”
I flopped backward again, nestling myself more deeply into the bed. “Ver…purty. Clouds.”
“Mmm hmm. Let’s get you turned around now so I can cover you…”
I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, yanking him down on top of me. He landed on my stomach with a grunt. “You’re a cloud. Purty man.”
Ian’s face was inches from mine. His lips turned up at the ends. “I’m no damn cloud, drunkin’ spirit.”
I wrapped my legs around his butt and lifted my hips, grinding myself into him. “No, you have hard parts.” I giggled at this.
Ian moaned. “And you have very soft parts, Monad. If you know what’s good for you you’ll stop that right now.”
I opened my eyes wide. “Right now? What if I don’t?”
“I’ll do this…” he growled out before lowering his lips to mine.
His essence swamped me. The feel of his hard, demanding body warmed and invigorated me. The musky taste of him filled my nose, my mouth, my soul. I moaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth and tangled with my own. I shivered in anticipation as his hands slipped up under the overlarge shirt and skimmed smooth delicious heat across my belly.
He swore as his fingers were halted by the makeshift string belt and he grabbed it with his other hand, breaking it effortlessly.
I threw back my head, suddenly overcome with an overwhelming need to get naked with the man whose body was bringing mine to heel so easily, so well. His hot hands were both under the shirt now, gliding toward heaven.
As they closed over my breasts I cried out, my lower body arching upward into sudden release. Ian’s mouth lowered over the rigid peaks of my nipples and he suckled gently there, bringing me quickly into another hard, bone shattering orgasm.
I reached for him, desperately trying to get to the single button at the waist of his tight, faery breeches. But he swore and grabbed my hand.
He levered himself off me and I cried out, trying to grab him back.
“Nuh uh. Not this way. When I take you it will be because we’re both willing…”
“I’m willing!”
“…and sober.”
I tried to sit up, “I’m…” I flopped back down. “I’m thirsty.”
A wisp of impossibly soft cloth slid over the sensitized skin of my stomach and chest as Ian pulled the bed covers over me, but my eyes had closed and I couldn’t seem to pry them open again.
“Get some rest, drunkin’ spirit. You and I have much to do when you wake.”
I thought of a response to this. And I think my lips moved. But nothing came out. I felt sleep pulling at me like a dark wave.
The last thing I remembered were a pair of soft lips on mine. “You’re pretty too, drunkin’ spirit.”
I think I smiled, as my body slid into oblivion.
~ ~ * ~ ~
Something was tickling my nose and there was a lead weight on my chest. I opened my eyes to find a warm, muscular arm thrown over my chest and a very hot leg pinning my thighs to the bed.
I blinked, trying to remember if I’d done anything to embarrass myself, groaning as I remembered. In
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