Chapter 31
Stone
“Don’t you need to look where you’re flying?” Camilla asks as I look down at her cradled in my arms.
“I only need to keep my eyes on you. I fly here on autopilot.”
“Your apartment?” She asks as I land.
“We have to figure out where we’re going to live,” I say, opening the door with her still in my arms. “But for tonight, I want to welcome you into my home. My bed. My life.”
Each second that passes grows heavier with the expectation of what’s to follow. “I’m nervous,” she admits, “and I have no idea why.”
“I do.” I pull her close. “Because tonight I’m going to make love to you,” I pepper kisses along her neck as I untie the ribbons in her hair.
I listen to Cami’s breaths grow as her hair falls to her shoulders.
“I’m going to make you feel things you’ve only dreamed about.
I pull on the tie keeping her robe closed.
I separate the sides of her robe and drink in the sight of her pink flesh. A sexual hunger I doubt I will ever be able to satiate fills me. I slide the robe over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The look of love and confidence I find in her eyes tempts to undo me before I even touch her.
Cami reaches down and strokes my ready for business shaft that’s once again standing at attention between us with her soft, silky hands.
“Let me pleasure you tonight.” I’m surprised at the huskiness of my voice.
She shakes her head. “No. We’re in this together.” With those words, Cami drops to her knees. Before I have a chance to protest, her tongue runs up the underside of my cock. I thread my fingers through her hair, feeling my control whither.
The moment her warm, wet mouth covers my crown, I know time is of the essence. Pulling away, I help Cami back to her feet, then raise her up in my arms and carry her with urgency to my bedroom.
I lay my blushing bride on my bed noticing how she is indeed blushing, but her face isn’t the only part of her body shaded with color.
Her lady parts are swollen and pink with color.
Unable to help myself, dip my head between her legs and run my nose along the crease of her thigh.
Intoxicated by her scent, it’s not enough. I need a taste.
With her fingers gripping my hair, I run my tongue along the seam of her folds and separate them with my fingers. Sucking on her bundle of nerves, Cami bucks and cries with pleasure. I’m spurred on by her cries paired with her wetness that drops onto my tongue.
“You’re nice and wet. Drenched. I think you’re ready.”
“Please, Stone,” she writhes beneath me. “I’m yours, heart, body and soul.”
Settling myself between her legs, my wings open and create a protective cocoon around us. I take my time kissing Cami’s neck and touching her perfect skin as I press myself against her welcoming warmth. Her legs widen, symbolizing her opening herself to me, in every way.
I palm her breasts, as Cami reaches between us and strokes the length I’m still working inside her.
“If you keep this up, I’m not going to last.”
“We have the rest of our lives.”
“You don’t understand. I need to stay in control so that I don’t hurt you. It’s my responsibility to make sure you find pleasure, even through the pain.”
“You talk too much.” With one hand behind my head Cami leads me to her breast. I open my mouth and suck in her nipple. I flick my tongue back and forth over it and stroke her nerve center while I continue to inch deeper and deeper.
Sweat forms on Cami’s head and between her folds, as she tries to speed up the timing and take me deeper on her own tiling her hips.
I watch the beautiful goddess beneath me undulate and mewling with pleasure, crying out for me to fill her.
Feeling like I’m about to lose it, I thrust the rest of my length inside her.
The moment I reach my full capacity inside her, my cock swells at the base, locking myself inside her. Camis’ beaths change from shallow to nonexistent.
“Camilla,” I whisper. “Hold still and look deep into my eyes,” I shower her in kisses the way we kissed each other during the ceremony.
“Focus on our love, not the pain.” Cami nods in agreement as I rest my forehead against hers.
“This, Camilla, is what it means to be loved by a gargoyle. To be so full of his love, that he becomes locked inside of you.”
There’s a shift in the energy as she takes a deep breath. “Stone, this isn’t something to be cautioned about, this is amazing. It makes us whole and complete together.”
“You aren’t afraid?”
“Not anymore.”
“Are you in pain?”
“Pain is not having you in my life.” She answers with a sexy smile. “Having you fill me so completely is absolute fucking bliss.”
“God, I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now, you promised all night long. Don’t you try getting out of your husbandly duties.”
“Smart ass, you’re going to get every bit of me over and over.”
“I sure hope so.”
With that I kiss the love of my life long and hard. As I make love to my beautiful wife all night long, I know there’s no place in this amazing world that I’d rather be.