Chapter 38

Beau could barely see well enough to guide them to the bed. He staggered backward, still holding her to his chest, his cock still half-hard and buried in her heat. When his legs bumped against the mattress, Dana slid her legs down his body while he pulled the bedspread and blanket back with one hand, holding her to him with the other around her waist. Then he fell backward onto the sheets, pulling her on top of him.
"Wow." Her warm golden-brown eyes gazed into his as she smiled. Again, he noticed her pupils were vertical and when she spoke, he saw just a hint of the fangs she'd used to bite down on his deltoid. That little nip had been one of the more erotic experiences of his life. "That was... Wow."
"Indeed." He smiled back, feeling languorous but not entirely sated. It had been a long time. There was no reason not to indulge in another round. Was there? It wasn't as if he was about to declare his undying love and devotion. He'd be back in his lonely bed in Montreal by late tomorrow. There was no harm in enjoying what he could for just this one night. He shifted inside her core, already hard again.
Her low chuckle turned to a contented moan. "Mmm. I like the way you think, Dumont."
"Just so you know," he murmured as she straddled his hips and began to ride him with soft, slow movements. "My body cannot carry human diseases and gargoyles are not cross-fertile with other races. We took no risk." Carefully he removed several remaining hairpins from her now-listing chignon, setting them beside the bed.
"Wasn't worried. My body temperature cooks off normal germs," Dana replied, grinding her hips against his. "And I've got the other covered as well."
The formalities dealt with, Beau let his head fall back and his limbs relax, though one hand continued to toy with her bright tawny tresses. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had the luxury of letting his partner take the lead. Most of the women he'd dated - to use the term very loosely - had been passive lovers but this one was both demanding and generous. The little swivel she put into each downward stroke of her hips was making his eyes cross.
He reached up and took one of her breasts in each hand. She wasn't generously endowed but the small creamy mounds were firm and perfect for her shape and size. Her nipples were taut and pearled, hardening even further to his touch.
"Beau," she moaned as he pinched and fondled. Her movements on his cock took on a new urgency and her breath hitched with every stroke. He rolled both nipples between his fingers as she tightened around his shaft, gripping him with inner muscles that were as strong as a fist. When she started to shake, he thrust hard with his hips and pinched tight on both nipples. She let out a keening cry and shattered around him, her sweet cunt milking his cock thirstily. He managed to hold back his own completion but it was a near thing. Instead, he pulled her down to his chest and stroked her back until her shudders ceased and she regained her breath.
"Thank you," she murmured long moments later, lifting up on her elbows to plant a kiss on his lips.
"My pleasure," he rumbled. And to his surprise, it was true. He had enjoyed making her come. His erection twitched inside her, hoping for more.
"It will be," she teased, trailing her lips down his neck and shoulder. "Mmm. Who knew a rock could taste so good?"
Little licks tantalized his collarbone and then down to circle his nipples. She sucked lightly at each of the pointed nubs, sending waves of sensation straight to his cock. Then she moved even lower, bending her long flexible body as she went. When she reached his waist, she shifted, pulling her hot pussy off his cock and Beau almost cried at the loss. Then she settled on her knees between his thighs and swirled her tongue around his tip.
"Oui, cherie. Yes, suck me." Beau heard his own voice before he'd realized he'd spoken. Her tongue was warm and wet, tracing the veins and ridges of his rod while one of her hands cradled his balls, which were already full again. With her other hand, she rubbed his crown. The ends of her long hair tickled the skin of his abdomen and hips, adding a feather-light counterpoint to her firm hands and wet, silky mouth. Finally, when he was sure he was about to whimper like a whipped puppy, she circled the shaft with both hands and took him deep into the hot, moist recesses of her mouth.
"Jesu!" The curse exploded from his lungs as she sucked strongly, pumping him with her hands. Beau couldn't remember anything, ever, feeling this good. Then she took him deeper and swallowed, letting the muscles of her throat ripple around him in an undulating caress. Beau's hips lifted off the bed as he gave in to the sensation, fucking her mouth in earnest. He dug his hands into either side of the mattress and felt his spine bow with every stroke of her hands and mouth.
He couldn't believe she was doing this. It seemed somehow even more intimate than the sex they'd just had against the wall. To his further amazement, she seemed to enjoy giving him pleasure. Tiny sounds of passion escaped her, even though her mouth was filled with his cock. Beau managed to open his eyes and saw that hers were hooded and glazed with pleasure as well. Her nipples were pebbled and grazed his thigh as she pumped up and down on his shaft. He couldn't begin to imagine how he'd been given such a gift. His orgasm coiled at the base of his spine, tightening his balls. It was all he could do to warn her in time.
"Coming...now."
She didn't stop, didn't pull back. All she did was tighten her hand around him and swallow harder. Lights flashed before Beau's eyes as the explosion ripped through him. Thick and hot, he poured himself down her waiting throat, in a long series of spurts that seemed to be drawn from the very depths of his being. When he finally collapsed, utterly limp against the mattress, she released him, licking him softly until he grabbed her under the armpits and pulled her back to his chest.
He kissed her and the taste of their combined essence had him stirring again, which he didn't believe was possible.
"Thank you," he muttered. "You didn't have to..."
Soft fingers stopped his lips. "I know. That's what made it fun."
He had no answer to that. He was still pondering what to do next when he heard a soft whimper against his chest. He looked down and realized that Dana had fallen asleep.
"Smart as well as beautiful," he muttered as he rearranged her so she was cradled in his arms instead of sprawled on top of him. He managed to reach over and turn off the lamp just before he fell asleep.