Guardian of the Abyss by Shannon Phoenix Page B

moments, the strange noises continued until he realized that he was laughing. He hadn't laughed in so long that he didn't know what it was anymore.
    It was wonderful, and it was because of this magnificent woman who had fallen into his world and changed it forever.
    She was staring at him, bemused. "Are you laughing at me?"
    "I suppose I am," he was forced to admit. "If you wish to be on top, My Lady, your pleasure is my command."
    "Do you think that's going to distract me from the fact that you're laughing at me?"
    "No." But now that he knew she felt he should be trying to distract her from him laughing at her--which he'd thought was a good thing--he had an idea of what might do it.
    He lowered them to the floor with her still on his lap, and kissed her again. This time, though, he adjusted her so that his penis was trapped between her belly and his. Cupping her butt, he pressed her suggestively against it, pleased when she moaned and arched against his body.
    Then, he grabbed her hair and pulled her body backwards until he could lean forward and take one of those perfect rosettes into his mouth. She gasped and wrapped her hands around his head, though his arms easily supported her weight. The position rubbed the wet, sleek skin between her legs up and down the shaft of his cock and made him throb with urgent need.
    He ignored his body's demand and focused on tasting her skin. He ran his tongue around and around her nipple, then nipped it lightly. He gave in to his forbidden exploration of her body. Times had changed, and she did not gasp and cover herself as women once had.
    He took great pleasure in the sounds she made as she clung to him, teasing each nipple in turn and letting go of her back with one hand to palm the other breast. He tested the limits of her forbearance, sliding his hand down between her legs. When he got only more moans and soft cries, he straightened his legs and laid her back on them, spreading her legs to gaze at the soft pink skin revealed there.
    For a gargoyle, who should have been all one color, she was remarkably human in her beauty, even here. He reached down to play with the nub of her clit, and she bucked against his hand. He explored her, sliding a finger inside to watch her writhe and cry out.
    As he teased her, though, she obviously had finally had enough. She leaned forward and shoved him backwards. Stretched out as she straddled him, he felt both vulnerable and amazed. When she reached down and took him into her hand and slid down onto him with a single stroke, he nearly shouted with the pleasure of it. It was even better than in the dream.
    "No more playing," she informed him, and began to slide up and down on him. He watched, enthralled, as her breasts bounced in front of his face. He reached out to touch them, kneading them. They were magnificent, begging him to touch them and fondle them.
    Their bodies slapped together, filling the cavern with the sound of their coupling. Their moans joined the music and the scents of salt water and seaweed hung heavy in the cold air. The heat of her body was incredible, especially knowing that she was so low on energy.
    Remembering that, he rolled her over until he was above her. "You are sublime when you're on top, but you must preserve your energy." He tried again for a smile, hoping he was managing. "I'm happy to help."
    This time, he controlled his need to slam into her and stroked smoothly, sliding his hand down to spread her labia and slip a finger between them. She cried out, her head thrashing. She looked so amazing, so pleasured, that he could barely stand it. When she finally gave in to his ministrations and slipped away into her orgasm with a scream, he followed with a roar of his own, emptying himself inside her with spasms that ran through his entire body.
    Thus they passed the next few hours as he tried to get himself to hold off longer. His desire for her only increased with each bout of lovemaking, however. He wanted more than