Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Kyzel maneuvered his wings, threading himself through Robyn’s front door as her hands seemed to touch him everywhere all at once. Tugging at him like she believed he could not get inside her home fast enough. And he could not.
The flight from the restaurant had been the fastest, yet the longest of his life.
Holding her against his chest, the feel of the soft, crinkly fabric of her outfit under his fingers, the silkiness of the loose strands of her hair against his face, the always-present vanilla scent that was all hers, had filled him with unparalleled desire.
And then she had started nibbling his flesh just below his ear with her blunt teeth… .
It had been unbelievably challenging to focus on flying with his cock fully erect. Yet somehow, he had managed to get them to her nest without crashing.
He stumbled into her living room to her shout of triumph, followed by the bang of the front door closing behind him.
“The bedroom’s that way.” She pointed somewhere behind him with one hand, and flipped the electrical switch next to the door into the down position with the other. “You go, I’ll be right there.”
“Where are you going?”
“To turn on the kitchen light. I’ll be there before you’re halfway through the door. Go.”
Why the kitchen light mattered was a mystery, but who was he to argue when she told him to meet her in her bedroom? He moved toward the partially open doorway, and she was back at his side as he drew his second wing through.
“Omlek,” She plucked at his shirt. “How does it come off?”
“Side fasteners…and over the head.”
Together they fumbled with the fasteners, punctuated with clumsy hand-bumping and more than a few chuckles, until the final one came free.
“Sit on the bed and pull in your wings.”
He moved backward a step at a time, until his legs came in contact with the soft bedcovering. The ends of his wing feathers dragged over the blue and white fabric as he lowered himself to sit on the edge.
Robyn tugged, and he pushed, at the omlek, and it was off in seconds. The cooler air of the room caressed his overheated skin.
The light touch of her small hands over his nipples raised bumps across his flesh. “I’ve wanted to taste these from the moment you showed up on my front porch.”
She ran the flat of her tongue—hot and wet—over each in turn, then nipped at them, sending a stab of passion straight to his groin.
“Robyn.” Her name was a rough growl in his throat.
“Too many clothes,” she murmured against his chest as her hands gripped the band of his leggings.
He could not agree more, and closed his hands over hers, pushing down to free his erection. Robyn’s soft gasp sent a fresh wave of yearning over him.
Focus. On her.
She stared at his appendage with an open mouth and teary eyes. “Lord almighty.”
Uncertainty gripped him. “Is something…not right?”
Ah, the feel of her fingertips tracing lightly up his length stole his breath.
She raised her gaze to meet his, and there was nothing but heat in her blue eyes. “Everything is just perfect.”
As it turned out, good things did come to those who wait. And she’d waited her whole life for a guy who was the total package. In every way, it seemed. Kyzel was sweet, compassionate, attentive, sexy, and he had…. Well. There were some things she would not be telling Meryl about.
“You’re in such amazing shape.” She walked her fingers over the smooth skin of his defined abs like they were the yellow pages.
“It makes it easier to fly.” Kyzel cupped his large hand around the nape of her neck. “Come here.”
She leaned in to kiss him as she wrapped her fingers around the velvet hardness of Kyzel’s…
she wasn’t quite ready to call it a dick yet, although she might eventually.
It was longer than her hand, thicker at the base, and came to a wide, blunt point.
No foreskin or circumcised head, but evenly spaced ridged rings pulsed seemingly in response to her touch.
He groaned against her mouth, and she clenched. Menopausal dryness was not going to be a problem with Kyzel plowing her field.
Goodness, where had that wicked thought come from? Did she care? Not really. She’d never done wicked before, and right now she loved the sound of it.
She broke the kiss and bent close to his tip. “Wicked.”
Ooh, the word sounded even better whispered. She swirled her tongue over the bead of precum.
Kyzel growled above her. Then her feet left the floor and she was back up against the bedroom door, her legs wrapped around his hips, and his tongue thrusting into her mouth.
She met his burst of aggression with her own, rocking her hips up and down as the heat of his hardness threatened to scorch away the fabric of her pantsuit.
Way too many clothes.
“Kyzel….”
He seemed to understand what she was getting at, because his went to her waist and worked the knot of the sash loose.
A few moments and a flurry of their hands freed her from her outfit and underwear, and him from his pants.
Then she stood, bare to him, except for her very sensible one-inch black sandals.
If only she’d kept up her gym membership.
His scalding gaze traveled down her less-than-perfect body and back up. “You are breathtaking.”
And he looked…like a predator hunting his prey with his wings half extended. “Really?”
“Really. Don’t ever doubt it, my song.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “Can you lay on your back?”
“Yes, but not this time.” He closed his hands around her biceps and lifted her up until she could look down at him. “This time I want you wrapped around me and against the door.”
There was a God, and He’d heard all her prayers.
And, was that her breathing so raggedly?
Must be, because Kyzel was busy tracing his tongue along a silvery stretch mark on one breast now.
His hot mouth closed over the pink, puckered nipple and drew it in rough enough to send an arc of electric lust into her core.
A cry of utter pleasure came from somewhere deep inside her.
She gripped his shoulders and arched her back, offering herself to him. “I want you so hard.”
His growl vibrated through her and he lowered her until his tip bumped against her entrance.
She wrapped her legs around him, and the light tickle of his wing feathers brushing her thighs added fuel to the fire.
Then he was pushing into her, slowly. So much control, so much stretching, so much filling, so much…
everything. More than she ever experienced before.
All her channel muscles contracted and released around him, as though cheering him on.
He murmured something she didn’t understand, but the sentence ended with her name so it must be good.
“Don’t stop.” She ran her tongue along the smooth underside of the shell of his ear.
He slid his hands downward, and gripped her butt, then pulled back and slammed into her again, and again, and again, rocking her into the door as a blissful pleasure built.
She bucked her hips forward to meet him, each time bringing her closer to a level of oblivion that had always just eluded her. Kyzel increased his tempo, and his grunt next to her ear sent her spinning off a ledge.
“Kyzellll!”
She clamped down around him as stars exploded in her vision.
Kyzel thrust hard, arching into her as he released. A fluttering sensation ran up and down her walls, tickling her g-spot. The rings around his shaft, maybe? Dear God, whatever was happening it was extending her climax on and on and….
She opened her mouth and released the building scream of gratification into the room, then collapsed against his body.
Drained. Spent. And utterly sated.