time he’d reached the bottom, a hair’s breadth from my ass, my body was swaying toward his, wanting more: more closeness, more heat, more of that tantalizing touch.
“This looked exquisite on you,” he murmured as the fabric slid down my thighs to pool at my feet, “but I think I like it even better off.”
“I think I’d like everything you’re wearing off,” I informed him, tugging at his shirt.
He chuckled and shed it in a second. When he tipped me back on the bed, I reached for the fly of his slacks, and tonight he didn’t stop me. He obviously understood that I was in this for the entire act now.
And he was clearly into it too. The length I encountered through the fabric of his underthings—an incubus wearing briefs; who’d have thought?—was rigidly erect. A pleased thrum emanated from Ruse’s throat as I teased my fingers over it. He bent closer to jerk the cup of my bra down with his teeth, and gods above, I’d never seen anything hotter.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and for a few minutes, the pleasure he was conjuring in my breasts distracted me from my own mission. My head leaned back onto the pillow, a gasp slipping out of me. As he slicked his tongue around one stiffening peak and then tested his teeth against it, I dug my fingers into his hair, finding his horns.
Ruse rumbled again, low in his chest. He tossed my bra aside and turned his attentions to my other breast.
Every swivel of his tongue sent me soaring higher, but I didn’t lose sight of my goals completely. When he traced his hand down my side to remove my panties, I sat up to make sure the rest of his clothes came off too. He drew back to slide out of his slacks and briefs, and then he knelt before me in all his leanly carved glory. His cock jutted so solidly aloft, I had the urge to down it like a shot at the bar.
One of the benefits of sex with the shadowkind—one I’d never needed to consider before—was that they didn’t produce children. They simply sprang into being rather than being born, and there was no record of any human involvement resulting in pregnancy on either side. Which was a very good thing, because I hadn’t exactly thought to pack condoms.
The mouth-watering visage I was taking in wasn’t his real glory, though. This was only the human appearance he put on to blend in. I hauled my gaze from the parts I hoped to have penetrating me soon to his face.
“Like what you see?” he said with one of those typical smirks.
I ran my fingers down his chest, following the grooves of his muscles, until I reached his cock. I couldn’t resist giving the silky skin that covered the rigid length an eager stroke, but I held his gaze.
“I do,” I said. “But I’d like even more to see you as you really are.”
Ruse tensed—just slightly, but his nudity made it hard to hide. He opened his mouth with an intake of breath that already sounded like a protest.
Before he could speak, I held up my hand to stop him. “I’ve seen a hell of a lot more than I’d bet any woman you’ve been with before had. If they could handle it while high on your seductive vibes, I’m pretty sure I can while sober. And I am totally sober now to make that call.” Any lingering effects of the drug had dissipated during my frantic bike ride.
Ruse peered at me for a long moment. “Why?” he said finally.
I shrugged. “You can see me exactly as I am. It’ll feel more equal if I can say the same about you. Besides, it’ll make a much better story if I can say I got it on with a fully-fledged incubus rather than just a dude with horns.” I knocked his hip with my knee playfully.
Something about my explanation appeared to make up his mind. His smile returned. “All right,” he said. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He closed his eyes, and a shimmer ran over his body. Ran over it—and stayed, a hazy golden glow emanating from his skin as if he were part firefly. His little horns lengthened, curving in a full loop and pointing toward the ceiling again. His cock curved too, his pubic bone protruding farther out at the same time. When he opened his eyes again, the pupils had dilated, but