Finding Cupid

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  “I’m the lucky one, Dake,” she whispered, stroking her hand through his hair.

  Her sweet words jetted straight to his gut, settling with the heat of a potent shot of whiskey. Reaching into the drawer of the nightstand, Dake pulled out a condom, unwrapped it and sheathed himself, somewhat amazed at the size and solidity of his cock. He never remembered it growing quite so big with any other woman. Lula definitely had a way of bringing out the best in him in more ways than one.

  Nudging her knees wide apart, Dake positioned himself between her thighs, a shuddering breath of anticipation escaping his throat. He’d been with plenty of other women, but the excitement and expectancy of fucking Lula made him feel like it was the first time he’d ever had sex. Only better, because he wasn’t a nervous, gangly kid who didn’t know shit about pleasing a woman.

  “Hurry, Dake. My whole body is trembling with need for you.”

  Anticipation surged through him, tightening his balls and making his cock jerk. Forget Lula’s crazy delusions about Cupid and nymphs and Mount Olympus, this was the stuff real fairy tales were made of.

  With one long, swift stroke, Dake thrust into her depths. Lula’s fingers dug into his flesh and he watched her throat constrict as she swallowed hard. Her long, elated groan was like music to his ears. Damn, it would be murder making himself last longer than sixty seconds buried into the sweetest, softest, curviest little bundle of hot silk and satin he ever could have imagined.

  “Mmmm…I knew it would be like this,” Lula whispered, tightening her inner muscles around him, driving him even wilder than he already was. “I knew it the first time I gazed upon you, Dakin.”

  “I feel like I’m fucking a dream,” Dake said, his voice weighted with passion. “An angel.”

  “Nymph,” Lula reminded him. He watched her gaze shift, a wicked smile teasing at her lips as she looked up at the mirrored ceiling. “Too bad you can’t see what I’m seeing right now.” She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, down his back and across his ass, where she clutched onto his cheeks and grinned up at him.

  “What a wonderful posterior you have. Hard, firm and tight, with just the right amount of suppleness when I give it a squeeze. Oh Dake, I feel so happy being with you I could burst into song.”

  Dake’s laugh came out sounding strangled. “I’m glad you like my ass, Lula. Let’s see what else I can do to make you happy.”

  He wasn’t used to talking all that much during sex or having his partner talk but, oddly enough, their verbal exchange only seemed to intensify the pleasure. Besides, their carnal conversation was the only damn thing keeping him from ejaculating at lightning speed. And he wanted to prolong this erotic occasion with the sexy would-be nymph as long as possible.

  Dake plunged into Lula again. Her soft thighs trembled against him and he watched the essence of rapture bloom on her cheeks as he swirled his hips. He enjoyed giving her pleasure almost as much as he enjoyed getting it, which was a whole new ballgame for him.

  “You are a true master. A wizard of passion, Dake,” Lula panted. “My every cell feels as though it’s about to fracture into a million fragments of supreme bliss.”

  With a bit of repositioning, Lula reached down and scissored her fingers at the base of Dake’s cock, which was still happily lodged in her heated depths. She squeezed and rubbed as she spoke. “This manner of sexual union you call fucking is magnificent. I like it when you fuck me, Dake.”

  “I’ve never liked it nearly as much as I do right now,” Dake replied, driving himself as deep as possible and loving the way it made Lula writhe beneath him.

  “Oh how entirely splendid,” Lula said, her features becoming the perfect picture of ecstasy as she squirmed, slipping and sliding on the slippery satin sheets. “Please keep fucking me, Dake…good and hard and fast.”

  Dake grinned. Oh yeah, he could do that. No problem.

  “Can we change places so I can be on top?” she asked. “It will be easier for me when my orgasm comes.”

  “Easier? Okay, sure. Your wish is my command, my adorable little nymph.” Before Lula could blink, he’d shifted their positions so that she was atop him, still gloving his cock.

  Dake didn’t mind a bit having all that round, supple flesh springing up and down as he watched. In fact, he couldn’t imagine a more delectable view—until he glanced up and saw the mesmerizing vision of Lula riding him. He had no doubt he’d remember that exciting picture for a long time to come.

  Filling his hands with her luscious breasts, Dake squeezed and kneaded as he screwed his cock up into her, high and hard. Lula tossed her head back as he pinched her nipples, tugging them hard enough to draw her breasts close to his chest.

  “Such glorious torture,” she breathed, pulling back to increase the tugging sensation on her nipples as Dake held firm.

  The disappointment evident in her eyes and on her pouty lips as he released one of her breasts quickly developed into an expression of pure delight when he slid his finger over the swollen nub between her slick folds. Dake watched her eyes widen as he swirled torturously slow circles around her clit while still pinching one of her firm, puckered nipples.

  Shivering, she murmured something unintelligible, along with something that sounded like Oh my Jupiter! and her passion-fogged gaze told him exactly what he was doing to her.

  As he drove into Lula’s soft depths again, Dake took her clitoris between his thumb and finger and pinched. She expelled a soft, jagged moan and her eyelids fluttered shut.

  “Keep your eyes open, Lula,” he said. As her lids drifted open, Dake could have sworn he was gazing into twin blue flames. “I want you to look at me as I make you come. I want to see you shatter for me, baby.”

  Lula’s body tensed. “Oh…oh…oh Dake!”

  Dake strained to hold on to his control long enough to witness the stars in her eyes as her senses fled and soared up high somewhere to a special place where he’d soon join her. As he felt the first spasms of Lula’s release milking his cock, he roared out his own satisfaction. Digging his fingers into Lula’s supple flesh, he felt his cum spurt hot and fast deep inside her.

  In that very same instant, before their last tremors ceased, Lula threw her head back, singing out a sweet, high-pitched, jubilant note as a great, broad pair of butterfly-like wings seemed to sprout from her back.

  “Holy fucking shit!” Dake shouted in what sounded way too much like the voice of some guy who’d just had the almighty shit scared out of him. Scrambling off the bed, he backed away from Lula faster than he’d ever moved before in his entire life. “What the…” he muttered, ridding his cock of the condom and disposing of it before fully backing up against the wall.

  Hands splayed out at his sides, he blinked a few times, praying to God that what he thought he saw would be gone the next time he looked. No such luck. There they were. A big-ass pair of iridescent champagne-colored semi-sheer wings, as plain as day, fluttering just like…like wings for chrissakes!

  Finally gathering the courage to detach one hand from the wall, Dake pointed accusingly at Lula, who just knelt there on the bed looking all calm and blissful.

  “What the hell’s going on?” he sort of screeched, which wasn’t helping his male ego any. Damn, he was really no good at this being scared shitless stuff. “What’s going on?” he said again, moderating his tone and bringing his voice back down an octave hoping to do his macho reputation justice.

  Lula’s wings flapped and fluttered gracefully until she lifted off the bed.

  She fucking lifted off the bed!

  As she started fluttering her way over to Dake, he moved to the opposite wall. “Don’t come any closer,” he warned, waving a finger toward her. “I mean it.”

  Lula laughed as she changed direction and flew closer. “Oh Dake, you’re so funny.”

  “I hate to burst your bubble, honey,” he managed to say as she approached him, “but what you see here isn’t me trying to be funny. This is the real deal, okay?” He expelled a deep bre
ath and inhaled another.

  “I’m not certain I understand what your strange words mean, Dake, but I sense that you’re somehow discontented with me all of a sudden. Why? What have I done?”

  “Those!” he said, gesturing to her wings. “Those things growing out of your back.”

  Lula looked at her wings as if they were something normal and mundane, like an everyday pair of arms or something. “Oh these?” she tossed off. “Why, they’re just my wings, Dake, that’s all. I told you just before we came upstairs that if everything worked out you might get to see them, remember?”

  “Yeah, but Jesus, Lula, they’re wings. I mean, you’ve got wings! And you’re…you’re flying around.” Dake slapped his hand over his face, shaking his head. “No. Uh-uh. This can’t be happening. This can not be happening.”

  There had to be some plausible explanation. Maybe the sex with Lula had been so incredibly good, so mind-blowing, so staggering that Dake was still in the throes of his climax and hallucinating. Yeah, that had to be it. This was all some sort of weird waking orgasmic dream, that’s all.

  Sliding his fingers from his eyes, he looked up at Lula again. She was still hovering, smiling at him. Shit.

  “Dake, there’s nothing for you to worry about,” Lula said calmly. “After all, I did tell you I was a nymph, didn’t I?” She landed on the floor in front of Dake, gathering him into an embrace.

  His stupid dick jerked as soon as Lula crushed her lush body against him. How the hell it could start to swell right after he’d just come and while he was standing there freaking out because the woman he’d just fucked grew a pair of wings all of a sudden and was flying around the room was beyond him.

  Dake groaned as he melted into Lula’s embrace. It’s funny, he wasn’t even scared anymore. He figured it must be because he’d come to the realization that it wasn’t Lula who was crazy, it was him. First the whole invisible arrow thing, and now this. Yup. He’d lost his marbles. Maybe he’d inhaled too much of those damned flowers in Zeb’s shop. Some toxic flower pollen was eating away at his brain.

  “Dake?”

  “What?”

  “Look at me.”

  He did. Goddamn, but she was beautiful. Warm and soft and sweet and luscious… To his amazement, his dim-witted, traitorous cock was really coming around now.

  “Please don’t be upset with me,” Lula pleaded. “I can’t help it that my wings only sprout when I have an orgasm. It’s genetic. It happened to my mother and grandmother too. My wings will retract again soon and then you won’t have to look at them anymore until the next time they appear.”

  Dake’s head snapped up. “Next time?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” Lula nuzzled his neck before brushing her lips across his. “The next time we engage in sex and I orgasm again,” she breathed against his mouth. “You…you do want to fuck me again, don’t you, Dake?”

  Dake groaned a monumental sigh. “God in heaven help me, but yes.” He captured her lips in a kiss, sweet, soft and tender. “Yes, I most certainly do, Lula,” he whispered at her ear.

  “Even though you think my wings are ugly?”

  Dake spotted the single tear trailing down her cheek and felt something inside his gut snap. No, maybe it wasn’t his gut…maybe it was his heart.

  “I don’t think they’re ugly, Lula.” He brushed the tear away with his thumb. “I think they’re beautiful. Just like you.”

  “Really?” She planted her hands on his chest, kneading his pecs, curling her fingers through the dusting of dark hair there.

  “Really,” Dake answered gently. “Can I…can I touch them? I don’t want to do anything to hurt you.”

  Lula’s whole demeanor brightened. “Oh yes, please touch them. They’re not as fragile as they look.”

  Jamming any notion of how impossibly weird and incredible all of this was to the recesses of his mind, Dake smoothed his fingers across one of her wings, enjoying the blissful look in Lula’s eyes as he did. Subtle shades of pink, blue, lavender and green mixed with the shimmery champagne color. It felt like, well, kind of like a butterfly’s wings. Soft and silky. When the wing fluttered beneath his touch, Dake smiled.

  “I can’t believe this. It’s like we’re in some sort of fairy tale,” he said. “So you really and honestly are a nymph after all, huh?”

  “I truly am.” Lula nodded. “Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?” she whispered against Dake’s cheek.

  “What’s that, sweetheart?” Grabbing onto her full, round ass cheeks, he hauled her close, grinding himself against her.

  “Have sex while my wings were still in place. Do you think we can do that, Dake?”

  Dake chuckled as he felt his cock answering for him. “Oh yeah, I think we can do that, honey. In fact, I’d love to.”

  “Good.” Lula took Dake by the hand. “Come with me,” she said, leading him to the center of the room, half walking and half flying. “Just stand there with your legs apart, okay?”

  Dake gave an affirmative nod. Lula smoothed her fingers down his chest, his abs and down to his groin, where she wove her fingers through the curls framing his cock. Dake groaned as her hand slipped between his thighs and cupped his balls, squeezing gently.

  “I want to taste you,” she said, and Dake watched his cock salute the ceiling. “May I do that?” Lula lifted a few inches from the floor, fluttering around him in a slow circle.

  Dake swallowed hard. Seriously, how much pleasure could one man take in the course of an afternoon? “Absolutely,” he said, turning around to follow her moves. “And then it’s my turn. I want to suck that pretty little nymph pussy of yours until you scream out, begging for mercy.”

  “Wonderful. Then I think we’ll both be very happy,” Lula said, flying almost to the ceiling before she did a graceful somersault that ended with her hovering upside down, her mouth even with Dake’s fully recovered cock.

  Son of a bitch, when she took him in her mouth he almost spurted his cum right then and there. As her wings fluttered against Dake’s legs, he clasped her thighs, parting them and sinking his head down far enough to drag his tongue across the slick pink flesh between Lula’s folds.

  “God, you’re delicious, Lula,” he said, loving the way she trembled at his touch.

  His cock popped out of her mouth as she answered, “Mmm, and so are you,” before going back to her task. A task she did exceedingly well.

  Dake took a moment to kiss her inner thighs before nipping them with his teeth and then licking her from her knee to her pussy, where he proceeded to swirl his tongue and nibble.

  What they were doing was flat-out inconceivable. Impossible. Period. The sensation of standing there in the middle of the room with Lula floating in midair as they happily ate each other had to be about the most erotic damn thing Dake had ever experienced—and one he’d certainly never imagined doing.

  Grabbing one of Dake’s ass cheeks, Lula massaged it at the same time she swirled her tongue at the tip of his cock, pushing against the tiny hole there until Dake thought he’d lose his mind. At the same time, he’d taken Lula’s clit between his teeth, scraping ever so gently. She clasped his head with her thighs as a quivering moan escaped her lips.

  Continuing to pleasure each other, their legs trembled as the promise of a breathtaking climax had them teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

  “I can’t hold out, Lula,” Dake said, trying to pull away from her before he came, but she locked on to his ass cheeks, holding him in place as she scraped her teeth from the base of his cock to the tip and then sucked him until he nearly saw stars.

  He took Lula’s sweet clit back into his mouth, sucking at it until the entire room shuddered. At least that’s how it seemed. It was the two of them quaking together as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss captured them in its midst.

  Dake’s cum spurted hot against the back of Lula’s throat and she drank from him, murmuring little sounds of satisfaction. An instant later she released his cock, singing out in that same high-pitche
d voice he’d heard before, sounding almost as if she were belting out a perfect operatic note, as the tiny swollen nub at her pussy pulsed against his lips with her orgasm.

  Her wings expanded to full width with a bold flap and she held close to Dake as he carefully maneuvered them to the floor, where he quickly collapsed with Lula sprawled atop him.

  Her head resting against Dake’s chest, Lula kissed one of his flat brown nipples and sighed. “I don’t even know what to say, Dake. That was so incredible it’s actually left me at a loss for words.”

  Still fighting to gather his senses, Dake simply swallowed hard and nodded. Nymph sex. Damn. It was beyond incredible. The best sex he’d ever had, bar none.

  Lula propped herself up on her elbows, grinning down at Dake.

  He couldn’t help chuckling at her devilish expression. “What?” he said.

  “Again,” Lula answered. “Please, Dake. Let’s do it again.”

  “Lula, honey, that’s impossible.” He laughed again. “As much as I’d like to go nonstop, the human male anatomy’s simply not built that way. I need a little recuperating time before we do another one of those flying things.”

  Lula’s hand traveled to his groin, resting over his dead, depleted, wiped-out cock. And the damn thing actually had the nerve to twitch. Still grinning, Lula wagged her eyebrows at him in a wicked, tantalizing manner.

  Dake rose up enough to prop himself on one elbow so he’d be eye-to-eye with Lula. “Hey, you never mentioned you were an evil nymph,” he said, dragging her on top of him and capturing her teasing lips in a kiss.

  Chapter Five

  “How could I have lived three hundred fifty years without ever having experienced this thrilling sensation?” Lula asked, thoroughly licking her spoon. “This…what did you call it?”

  “Hot fudge sundae,” Zeb answered, clearly enjoying the sight of Lula relishing her ice cream.

  “Yes…hot fudge sundae,” she repeated with reverence. “It is…it is…by gods, it is quite near orgasmic.”