Me Take Control? I thought smugly, until the barghest resolved the issue by taking a firm hold of either side of my bra’s clasp and pulling till I heard a snap.
Shit, it was my turn to swear.
But before I could think any further on the demise of my delicates, Anyan’s hands were at my bare breasts. His fingers squeezed my nipples while his palms cupped and I nearly swooned at the sensations.
He used the opportunity of my head-thrown-back moan to find my neck again, kissing and biting his way down the left side until his shaggy curls tickled my chest. Then he kept kissing downward, working his way left till I felt his warm breath on my bare nipple.
At least we have run the bases properly this time, my virtue acceded, completely overwhelmed by lust, along with all the rest of my systems.
Then Anyan’s hot mouth suckled, and I thought I might overload on the pleasure of it.
My right hand braced myself on the railing as my left found its way into his hair. Running my fingers through his curls as he suckled me, I looked down at him, feeling a curious mixture of possession and pride. I knew that part of my pleasure was from knowing that this was Anyan at my breast. I’d wanted him for so long, and was as elated at having him, finally, as I was terrified.
He came up for air only long enough to steal a quick, hard kiss before attending to my other nipple. One couldn’t accuse this shapeshifting man-dog of not being thorough, bless him.
While I was enjoying the barghest’s attentions immensely, however, I also wanted to do my own exploring. So I tugged, tentatively, on his hair. As if in approbation, Anyan bit the soft underside of my breast sharply, making me gasp. But he also moved his head back and up so he was, once again, towering over me.
“I want to touch you, too,” I breathed, causing his lips to quirk either with a smile or desire, or both. I reached my hand under the bottom of his shirt, running my fingertips over his abdomen as he went to pull off the pesky bit of material separating me from my barghest chest.
Which is when we heard the polite cough from the doorway.
Anyan and I froze, both of our eyes wide. You’d think after being attacked, together, we’d have learned not to let our guard down.
Or our brassieres.
Anyan turned around, carefully shielding me with his wide shoulders as I peered about for my shirt. I didn’t see it anywhere, of course, and presumed the naughty barghest had kiestered it when I wasn’t looking.
Meanwhile, I could see, over Anyan’s shoulder, Gus standing just inside the front door. His bald little head gleamed, but not as brightly as the porch light shining off his Coke-bottle glasses.
“Do you have any milk?” the stone spirit asked, absolutely oblivious to the fact that he’d just ruined a moment that had promised railing sex. “I’m very thirsty,” he concluded, as if ordering from a waiter at a restaurant.
“Um… milk. Yes, I believe I do have milk. In the fridge,” Anyan replied, remarkably cordial for someone who’d just been cock-blocked by Dr. Bunsen Honeydew.
Instead of helping himself, as Anyan had implied, Gus just continued to stand there. Staring.
Anyan sighed and turned to face me. I shrugged my shoulders.
“Go help your guest,” I said, running my index finger over that wide mouth.
“Want my shirt?” he asked, nipping gently at my finger.
“I’m pretty sure I could do a naked cancan and Gus would be none the wiser.”
“You’re probably right,” he said, with a sigh. “I’ll get him his milk then.”
“And then tuck him back into bed on your couch?” I asked, really wanting to know if there was any chance of getting our rumpy-pumpy back on tonight.
“And then tuck him back into bed on my couch,” Anyan said. Meaning, Not unless we kill and eat the stone spirit.
“Damn,” I said.
“Damn,” he agreed.
“Well, I will see you tomorrow, then.” My voice was heavy with disappointment, and I thought my libido might shrivel up and die at the horror of not getting laid that night. “And I’ll also see you tomorrow night?” I asked, hoping to give my poor, tortured sex drive something to live for.
“Unless the sky falls down, I plan on shagging you silly as soon as possible.”
I giggled. “I like that. I’ll write it in my calendar.”
“Put some hearts around it. So I know you’re not just using me