Gwynriel

Good Morning

I wake to darkness and the smell of honey. My arms contract as I take another deep breath and pull this goddess closer to me. Memories flash through my mind of last night and I nuzzle my nose along her neck. 

She takes a deep breath in and tries to move closer to me, I almost chuckle, I don't think it's possible for us to get any closer but it's good to know we're on the same track. 

I can't believe she stayed with me last night, that she came to find to me, that she took care of me when I couldn't take care of myself. 

I can't believe she didn't try anything sexual, a small smile comes to my face as I realize this beautiful water nymph in front of me doesn't want me for sex, I remember the moment when I wanted to rip that gown off of her, to devour her and I remember the look that past over her, the change in her being as she saw me on my knees in front of her. We both wanted each other but we both new it wasn't the time, that I needed space and she definitely needed space. 

I don't know why her not wanting me only for sex has such a powerful impact on me, maybe its because she's been in a position where that was all someone wanted from her, maybe she understands. 

That position was also the worst experience of her life and she probably never wants to be touched like that again. 

Her grin, her commanding tone, the other day, last night, it all comes rushing in at once. After last night, if she ever wanted anything from me, I don't think I have the ability to say no anymore. 

I run my nose up her neck again and sigh. I can't believe I actually slept through the night. 

"I like that" comes her small, gravely, morning voice. I feel a smile pull at my face as I remember the other times she's uttered those words to me. 

"Don't stop" falls out of her delicate mouth and my heart kicks up a notch. What does she want? What do I want?

She turns around in my arms, I can see her clearly in the dark but she might have some problems seeing me. I open my wings to let the early morning light in and the sight before me, of her bed head and tired eyes, brings me such joy. 

It's an odd feeling for me, especially at this hour. I'm almost tempted to pull my wings closed again as I realize she can fully see the scars on them now, on my hands as well. 

A breath I didn't realize I was holding in finally escapes as she gently touches one of those scars on my wing and lightly runs her finger down it. 

I can't stop the shiver than takes over my body at that touch, at how good that truly feels. I close my eyes from the intensity of it and marvel at the fact that I'm allowing her touch my wings. That I'm not even questioning it. 

I hear her take a deep breath and I force my eyes back open, I hope I didn't upset her. Her eyes are wide and searching mine, she must have found something she liked because the corners of her mouth start to slowly pull into a grin. 

"Good morning" she says breathlessly. She pulls her finger down another scar and I throw my head back from how good that feels. It shoots right through me and down my cock, standing hard at attention now. 

My eyes lock back to hers and she has a look of triumph on her face, between that look and the pleasure from her touch I feel like I'm about to explode. 

She takes her time finding all my scars, familiarizing herself with my wings. Each touch is like a pure shot of ectasy and I can't find it in myself to tell her stop. Nor do I want her to. 

She likes being in control, she likes doing to this to me and the fact that she feels I'm worthy enough for her touch brings me dangerously close to an edge I'm not sure she's ready to see. 

"Gwyn" I moan out. 

"Yes" she says back confidently. 

I can't find the words to tell her what's about to happen but from the pure grin that has now fully taken over and the tone she said that one word in I couldn't stop it any longer. 

I moan her name out again as I come undone in my pants. She pulls herself up higher and places her hands on either side of my head and away from my wings. She leans down and nuzzles her nose against mine. 

"Good morning Azriel" she whispers to me, the smile on her face is contagious, I can't stop the full smile that takes over my face. 

My eyes fall from hers down to that beautiful mouth. I want to touch those lips, to run my fingers and tongue over the tops of them and part them with my tongue. 

She leans her head down and I hold my breath. 

Please 

Is the only thing on my mind, it feels as if I'm a male dying of thirst and her lips are the only thing that will keep me alive. It's my only thought running through my mind. 

She slowly brings those lips closer, I tilt my chin upwards to meet her and finally, after agonizing seconds, I can taste those sinful lips. 

She just barely brushes her lips on top of mine and I want more. I need more. 

"Please" This time I'm able to say it out loud. 

She presses her lips fully against mine and I bring my hands to her hair. Its a slow gentle kiss, a kiss I want to take further but can't. We haven't talked about this, I don't know where she's at, I don't know what she wants, how much she wants. 

I pull her closer and my hold on her hair gets slightly tighter, she moans onto my mouth and I can't help myself. I slip my tongue inside and finally get a taste. 

She brings her tongue to meet mine and the feeling of our tongues dancing has me ready again. 

I force myself to bring my traitorous tongue back to my mouth, to pull away. 

Gwyn seems to have other ideas.

She follows my tongue with hers back into my mouth. She lets herself explore inside me and I can't stop the low sound that makes its way up my throat. 

She grins, gaining more confidence and slowly, so slowly, brings her tongue back out. She stops at the entrance of my lips and lets her tongue lick my full bottom lip before she gives me a slow soft peck with her now swollen lips. 

I can't stop the awe I feel towards this female and I can't stop the smile that has taken my face hostage. 

I brush my fingers through her hair, she's still leaning over me and it feels nice when it brushes my face. 

"Good Morning" Are the only words I'm capable of forming at the moment as I stare into her teal eyes.