Stone Romance (Stone Passion #2) (32 page)

The island wasn’t terribly far but they were taking their time, hitting a few of the hidden islands that Rhys had a knack for finding. Since it was still technically winter there weren’t as many people around as during the summer months so Rhys was able to spend his days above board. And Jenna was able to sunbathe beneath the winter sun since Rhys radiated so much heat.

The blanket was tugged off and sunlight smacked her right in the eyes. Burying her head beneath the pillow, she ignored the heated hand slowly making its way up her bare thigh. “Jenna.”

Her lips curled into a smile as she tightened her hold on her pillow; Rhys was in a playful mood. He was almost always in a playful mood and she loved it; she loved being with him. The night of the orgy had been like a dream where she knew others existed but in that moment it had just been Rhys and her. And the things they did…. Even after a day and a half she still blushed.

“Jenna,” he crooned again in his rocky voice, wrapping his stone fingers around her wrist and prying the pillow out from beneath her arms. A silky robe was slid onto her arms, covering her body and making her wonder what Rhys was up to; usually he preferred her naked.

Curious, she rolled over and looked up at the gargoyle
who
loomed over her, a smile on his stone face, “Good, you’re awake.”

“Barely,” she murmured, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and glancing out the small window, “What time is it?”

“Just after noon,” he grinned, grabbing her hands and pulling her to a sitting position. Still blurry-eyed, she pulled the front of the robe closed and tied the sash. “I’m taking you flying today.”

She looked up at him, “Aren’t there people on the water?”

“Not so many that
I
cannot glamor any who
might
see us into believing that we’re just a large bird,” he said, pulling her to her feet without waiting for her to be ready. He guided her to the bathroom and shoved her through the door, “Hurry up; I’ll be up on the deck waiting for you.”

Yawning, she made it through her morning routine, m
anaging to even brush her teeth. S
he was incredibly excited to go flying with Rhys
; t
he very thought of it did more to wake her up than a pot of coffee and by the time she was done in the bathroom she was
more than ready
to fly. Saying good morning to the minimal crew, she quickly made her way up to the deck, grinning when she saw Rhys standing there with his wings spread out and his face tilted back
, soaking up the sun
.
His marble skin gleamed in the brilliant light and she loved him.

Quietly, she crossed the deck and wrapped her arms around him from behind, hugging the gargoyle, her cheek resting just above the small of his back
and between his wings
. He was
epic
in his massive size
. “Good morning.”

He turned in her arms until he could enfold her in his arms, his wings. She loved his gargoyle hugs; they surrounded her completely and she felt so safe and loved. “Good afternoon.”

She laughed at the reminder, “Good afternoon, then.”

“I trust you slept well,” he graveled, his hands slowly moving up and down her back.

Tilting her head way back, she rested her chin against his navel, “I slept well but not enough.”

His hand caressed her cheek, “Do you want to put off this flight?”

“Are you kidding me?” she asked, rubbing her chin back and forth against the smooth, hot stone. “I have been longing for this since I discovered you were a gargoyle. Just let me get dressed….”

His smile was disturbing and beautiful as he gathered her up in his arms and she instinctively tightened her grip. He crouched down for a moment and then launched them into the air, his large, stone wings lifting them higher and higher until they were soaring over the ocean. The sky was a dazzling blue and the sun shone down at them and she had nothing but a thin robe covering her naked body. A
s
the wind whipped through the silky material, lifting the hem over the curve of her bottom
, he shouted,
“Hold on.”

“Rhys!” she cried out, pressing harder against his body as if she could crawl into his stone skin and find refuge. “I’m nearly naked!”

“And there’s no one to see you but the creatures of the sea,” he countered, laughing loudly as he flew. His body radiated joy and the tension started to ease from her as she
discovered just how much
he loved to fly, as long as he was in charge. It hardly seemed possible that such a stone creature could fly but he was and his enthusiasm was contagious. “Besides, you said you wanted to fly with me.”

She threw her head back and laughed, loving the wind tangling her hair. Tearing her gaze away from the gray muscles of his throat, she looked down at the vast, deep blue Mediterranean Sea beneath them. The monstrous yacht looked like a toy, surrounded by miles and miles of unending sea. There were a few other boats and ships dotting the water but she doubted they were looking at the sky and even if they were, they couldn’t possibly believe their eyes
if
they
saw beneath the illusion to the
robe-clad girl in the arms of a flying stone mon
k
ey.

The imagery delighted her and she laughed harder, hugging Rhys with all of the joy and love in her heart. “This is amazing, Rhys. Thank you.”

“Ah, Jenna,” he grinned. “Don’t you know that I’ll give you the world?”

“You are such a romantic,” she grinned, pressing a kiss against his stone lips. It was so
exhilarating
kissing him while he was a gargoyle;
his stone mouth was mobile and his taste delectable
. His flesh was hard and yet he was fluid, graceful, and when he worked his wings she was in awe. He was able to move great amounts of air, controlling how fast, how high
,
they went. He could dive downwards and skim the ocean then shoot upwards and touch the sky until she was sure her stomach was going to drop out of her body somehow. It was terrifying and Jenna loved every moment of it.

He held her against his hard body as they flew for an eternity, completely together in spirit and euphoric in their flight. When he hovered over the sea the cool water sprayed her over-heated skin, cold and bracing. But the heat of his body would embrace her and the dichotomy between his sweltering skin and the frigid sea water was amazing, marvelous.
In no time t
he water
had
soaked
through
her robe, rendering her
virtually
naked but she didn’t care. Especially when his monstrous penis nudged her hip, reminding her how gargantuan he was, in body and erection.

“How can you be hard?” she called out to be heard over the wind.

“My cock is in love with you,” he teased gruffly as his unruly flesh leapt against her skin. “Even when it knows there is no chance of gaining admittance to your sweet body it still begs for your attention.”

She looked up into his stone monkey face and saw her generous lover, making her heart thump madly in her chest. It was so wrong to lust after him while he was a gargoyle but the memory of tasting his gargoyle orgasm lingered; she had shattered with barely a
taste
. With the real world threatening to burst in at any moment, she wanted the dream; the fantasy. She wanted Rhys. “Fly
u
s higher Rhys; until the world falls away and it’s just the two of us amongst the wind.”

Something in her expression must have warned him of her intent because his cock grew even more, nearly scalding her thigh where it pulsed with life. Swallowing shakily, he made the ascent, soaring higher and higher until Jenna thought her lungs might burst from lack of oxygen. No, she had just been holding her breath; they weren’t that high up. But looking down, she nearly fainted; the boat looked like a dot and she could see other large boats on the water that were miles away. It was breathtaking. “That’s high enough!”

He hovered in place, his large body wrapped around hers as he held her in a firm grip. Smirking, he arched an eyebrow, “Is there a reason you wanted me to fly so high?”

Licking her lips, she squirmed a little, the silky robe almost too rough against her sensitized skin. Later she would question her actions but for now…
.“
Don’t let go.”

“Never.”

Her robe fluttered uselessly around her, wavering in the wind and exposing her naked limbs, her naked sex, to the birds that flew as high as they did. In truth, she barely had any concept of up or down as she twisted downward so her watering mouth was next to his cock and her sex was next to his face. His
massive hands
were wrapped around her waist, holding her securely, as she took the massive penis in her hands, ravenous for the unbelievably delectable fluid that was oozing out of its tip and then vanishing.

With a ravenous sigh, she began licking the marble flesh, lapping up the fluid before it could disappear and experiencing mini orgasms with each drop. The more she drank, the deeper the orgasms became, spreading outwards in rapid succession. In the thin atmosphere the taste of his stone skin was even more potent, the chocolate-infused seminal fluid as addicting as heroin. She didn’t even care that she was addicted to him, willing to do anything to have just one more drop.

It was a fantasy. When she returned to the real world she would put her addiction away and pray that she was able to keep it there. But for now…. She twirled her tongue around the marble flange, dipping her tongue into the smooth slit, loosing herself in decadent pleasure.

“Wrap your legs around my neck,” he growled and she did, bringing the swollen folds of her sex against his mouth. Something hot and wicked probed her flesh and her eyes rolled back beneath her closed eye lids.

She could hear his wings gently fla
pping, holding them steady, and the world was
a million miles away as she disappeared into
a gluttony
of sensation. His tongue was smooth and heavy, filling her almost as much as a normal penis, pushing in and out of her tight sheath in a slow, unhurried rhythm. A smooth, heated stone finger caressed the curve of her bottom, sliding between her butt cheeks and lightly touching the puckered mouth of her ass.

Her body stiffened at the unfamiliar touch but when he didn’t press any further she began to relax, caressing his cock and drinking from the tip. More and more fluid escaped until she was practically vibrating in continual orgasms, his tongue enhancing the pleasure of each one. They spun gracefully as his body and tongue moved in rhythm to her oral attentions, his fingers continuously caressing her ass.

When he slowly
rubbed
his finger into the tight orifice she felt it throughout her entire body, the
sensation
of it dark and overwhelming. Beyond the
intensity of feeling
, she felt the heavy ache of completeness, never wanting it to end. Holding her tight, he did things to her she had never imagined and she loved it. He changed his rhythm slightly, working his tongue
deeper and deeper until she was burning up
. As she edged closer and closer to a cataclysmic orgasm, he came, flooding her mouth with the heated, disappearing fluid and sending her soaring into the stratosphere as she came
, all of her muscles and tendons convulsing in orgasm
.

Rhys’s body remained stiff as his penis pulsed in ecstasy. Waves of pleasure crashed over her as her orgasm went on and on, as they fell from the sky. Wind rushed past her, cooling her overheated skin only slightly as Rhys maneuvered her body so her cheek was against his chest, hugging her to his stone body. He rolled over until the wind
had to rush around him to reach her, heightening the sensation of crashing through the sky.

She was still lost in orgasm as his stone body
cr
ashed into the water and they were swallowed hole. Coldness engulfed her, the salty water enhancing the last vestiges of orgasm until she was sure she had died. The sun vanished as they sank deeper and deeper into the frigid, watery depths and her lungs began to burn. The urge to breathe was killing her.

Rhys’s stone mouth covered hers and oxygen was forced into her lungs as he began to swim upwards. Even with the ocean surrounding her she could taste herself on his lips and the breath he was giving her turned into a kiss. It kept her mind off of the fact that she was in the sea, her silk robe no barrier against the cold water. She didn’t want to think about what was in the water with them, from a large pod of whales to a prehistoric monster squid.

She wrapped her arms around his thick neck, gasping when he broke the surface and continued his flight towards the boat, which was only a mile or so away. Kissing a gargoyle was never something she had imagined doing; kissing Rhys was all she could imagine doing for the rest of her life, no matter what his form.

Little aftershocks of pleasure still wracked her body even as the wind plastered the wet material against her skin, chilling her to the bone. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the carved monkey who had stolen her mind, her soul. He was so beautifully formed and he was hers. She wasn’t sure how she got to be so lucky to love and be loved by such an amazing man but she wasn’t going to invite trouble. She was going to enjoy every moment with him; to do otherwise would be foolish since she didn’t know how much time they would have together. Even if she wanted a life time there were so many other things she had to consider.