Page 47 of Fey Divinity

Shit. I became lost in my thoughts for too long and now he has caught me staring.

A dazzling smile lights up his face. His eyes sparkling. He leans towards me, closer and closer, until I can feel his breath on my lips.

He is going to kiss me.

I turn away sharply, just at the last minute. Jack’s soft lips brush over my cheek and make the skin there tingle.

My breath hitches. Kisses don’t mean the same to humans. They give theirs away freely. Without care.

To receive the blessing of a kiss, but from someone who didn’t mean it? That’s more than I could bear. I’m nowhere near strong enough for that.

“Sorry,” Jack whispers softly.

Cautiously, I turn back towards him.

He is still close, but the sad, crestfallen look in his eyes is telling me he isn’t going to try to kiss me again.

“We can do other things,” I say.

My heart is pounding frantically. As if the sad look in Jack’s eyes has wounded it. As if I’m going to die if I don’t make Jack happy again.

I slide off the sofa and down onto my knees. I look up at Jack, and he inhales sharply. His legs are already spread, so I position myself between them and place my hand on the waistband of his pyjama trousers.

Jack’s eyes are wide and dark now. His pink tongue pokes out and runs along his bottom lip.

I lower his trousers until his cock bounces free. Already hard for me. Just at the promise of my touch.

I stare up at him, holding his gaze as I lean forward and run my tongue along his length.

He inhales sharply and his eyes darken with lust. He leans back and settles down to watch me work his cock.

He is already looking much happier. I wager he has completely forgotten about the refused kiss.

I flick my tongue over his leaking slit. He grunts and his thighs twitch. I place my hands on them. He is hot against my palms. All firm muscle and strength. Lying pliant beneath me.

My tongue swirls over the head of his cock. I suck him into my mouth, and the salty taste of him floods my senses. He is smooth like silk. Hot, heavy and pleasing.

I keep my gaze fixed on him as I slowly roll my lips down his cock and take more of him inside my mouth.

He moans beautifully for me. An almost-whimper. Deep, masculine and hungry for me.

The sound ignites a fire in my own veins. Desire burns through me. Sparking all the way down to my cock and filling it.

I bob my head. Up and down. Wetting him with my saliva. All while never looking away from his beautiful eyes.

I keep expecting him to grab my hair, to take control. But his hands remain by his side. Fists clenched but unmoving.

I shift my angle and allow his cock to bulge my cheek. I lift my hand up and tap my fingers on him, through the soft flesh of my cheek.

Jack yells and cums. Finding his peak all of a sudden. I drink down his seed and drink down the sight of him cresting on his pleasure. His eyes are closed now, and his head is thrown back. Jaw slack. All unguarded and raw.

He is still wheezing and gasping when I tuck him away.

I stay on my knees. “Merry Christmas, Jack.”

He laughs. A warm, rich sound that shakes his entire body. “Best Christmas ever.”

I smile. “Was that an appropriate gift?”