Heart of Stone Ch. 08

She followed him onto the bed trailing kisses up over his thighs, her tongue teasing his skin as she approached his hard shaft. Aiden lifted his hips and groaned. Mary knew he wanted more, but she was content to tease for a little while longer. Her fingernails followed the path of her lips and tongue, while her lips tickled the underside of his shaft. Aiden was taking short, sharp breaths and clutching at the blankets and Mary could tell that he was resisting the urge to beg her to take him in her mouth. She teased the flared head with her tongue and then let her lips close over it. Mary was certain that his deep groan made the walls shake. She could sense his need, so she left teasing behind and began to suck firmly while she applied similar pressure to the rest of his shaft with her hands. After a very short time, Aiden gripped her shoulder tightly, pulling her body up over his.

Mary straddled him and pressed down against the broad tip. She groaned and trembled as her opening stretched around him. She relaxed and slid down as far as her body would allow, then stayed there for what seemed like forever, her eyes closed, hands braced against his muscular torso, his hands on her hips. When his hands gripped her hips more tightly Mary opened her eyes and started to move, her gaze holding his. Aiden moaned, obviously getting lost in the sensation, his eyes locked on hers.

His growls were becoming more intense and she was getting close to her own release. Mary's growing need for satisfaction drove her as much as her desire to please him. Without warning Aiden sat up and held her still. Mary's inner muscles were tense around his shaft and she gripped his biceps tightly. Aiden turned her on her back and pressed her knees back, opening her completely. She whimpered when he pushed deeper inside her. Aiden leaned forward and kissed her, giving her time to relax before before beginning to take her roughly. Mary arched her back and gave in to the sensations of being completely taken over by him. The intensity of her release overwhelmed her, she barely noticed Aiden's roar or the sensation of more of his weight resting on her.

For a few blissful minutes it was as if the rest of the world didn't exist. Mary's body was limp, she barely felt Aiden slide his arms under her. When he began to move her though, Mary's head began to spin, she whimpered and pushed weakly against his chest, wanting the strange sense of motion to stop, but still not able to express it words.

"Be still, child." His voice was soothing. The world stopped moving when she rested against his chest, his softening shaft still inside her. Mary sighed, a shiver of complete relaxation running through her body. She listened to Aiden's heartbeat and let herself drift off for a few minutes.

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Mary shifted slightly and groaned when the ache struck her. She moved so that she lay next to Aiden, her head pillowed on his shoulder. Her hips throbbed from straddling him for so long and the place between them throbbed from the intensity of his passion, though she had come to regard the latter as a pleasant kind of ache.

"I was beginning to wonder if you would sleep the entire night away." He spoke softly, Mary could hear the small smile in his voice. She blushed and arched against him.

"Well, you could've woke me." Mary sat up while he made himself more comfortable, then snuggled against him again. "Was I too heavy?" He chuckled and shook his head.

"To me, you weigh next to nothing." He brushed stray hairs from her face with one wicked-looking talon. Mary hardly noticed the contrast of such dangerous instruments performing such delicate actions. "You do surprise me though." The way he grinned made Mary blush deeply.

"In a good way I hope." She laughed softly and arched against him when the tips of his talons traced lightly over her back an bottom.

"Of course." He chuckled. "I thought that was fairly obvious though."

"It was probably obvious to Colin and Maureen too." She laughed and let her fingers roam over his chest.

"Gargoyles are reticent by nature, but there are moments when I find silence to be impossible." He smiled and his arm tightened around her. Mary thought she detected a hint of blush, but with the tone of his skin she couldn't be sure. They lay in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"I'm going to tell them about us. The rest of the group I mean." Mary said finally. Aiden didn't respond at first, when she looked up at him his brows were drawn together.

"Are you certain that is wise? From the short time I spent with the Barnaby and the other one I am not at all certain that all of the rest of that group would accept our relationship as easily as Maureen and Colin have." His arm tightened around her protectively.

"I've been wondering if their acceptance in the beginning really matters." Her arm tightened around him for a moment.

"Mary, to cut yourself off from others is never wise." His voice was calm, but she could tell that he was worried.

"I don't intend to cut myself off from anyone, but I think that you might be underestimating them, and me." He sat up a little straighter.

"You?" He sounded surprised.

"I'm not blind to what's going on here Aiden, they want something that I have."

"Meaning what?" He was looking at her curiously.

"You've said it yourself, I'm a part of whatever was set in motion all those centuries ago. Much as that still bothers me it does mean that they need me, at least for awhile. I'm counting on that 'while' being long enough that people will get used to the idea that I'm very happy with you, even if that is unconventional." She smiled and hoped she looked braver than she felt.

"Perhaps if you find this document, they will be more accepting." Aiden stroked her cheek.

"I think I have a better chance of finding Jimmy Hoffa in the wine cellar." Mary laughed softly.

"Who?" He looked at her curiously. Mary searched for a quick explanation and found that she didn't have one.

"He was labor leader in America. I think it was 1974 or 75 when he disappeared, there are all kinds of theories as to what happened and who did it, but no one really knows because his body has never been found. Anyway, it seems like if this document was in a place where we could find it, Ambrose or someone would have found it before now. I certainly don't think I'm going to find it in the next few days. I need something to drink, would you like something?" Mary got up and pulled a robe around herself.

"Water, but I will go with you to get it." Aiden didn't bother dressing. The house was empty and the Marches would call before if they came back. Mary had to force herself not to stare at him, and that meant that she took great and obvious care NOT to look. Aiden smiled but said nothing. "If you were so certain that the document would not be found, why did you wish to learn my language?"

"I've been curious since you told me about it, but until the other day I never thought it was a written language, and it made me curious to learn more." Mary filled a large glass with orange juice for herself. "Want to try some?" She offered Aiden the glass. He accepted it carefully and took a tentative sip. He grimaced and handed it back to her quickly.

"You drink this willingly?" He asked, his nose still wrinkled. Mary filled his large cup with cold water and handed it to him. Aiden swallowed half of it in one gulp and she refilled it again.

"It doesn't taste so bad to me." She laughed. Aiden sat and pulled her into his lap. The chair he was using and several others were gifts from Colin. Dragging the few chairs that fit Aiden from one room to another was difficult and seemed to limit where he felt comfortable lingering. The gardener was the only one who grasped how simple the solution could be. "Even if I never find that document I figure learning your language, even in a limited way, is a good thing." Mary relaxed back against him and sipped her juice.

"All very rational, but I get the feeling that you do not believe a word of it." Mary looked over her shoulder and found that he was absolutely serious. She sighed.

"Alright, so I think we will find it eventually. It's not logical and I don't know why I feel that way. We've been through every inch of this place, Ambrose doesn't mention it, at least not in any of the journals we've found so far. Unless we start tearing up the floorboards I don't know where else to look, I just know it's here somewhere." She sighed and finished her juice. "I know it doesn't make a whole lot of sense."

"Logic is overrated, child. I trust your sense of this more than anyone else's idea of rationality." He kissed the side of her neck lightly and sighed. "I enjoy having you as my secret."

Mary turned to face him and his hand slid under her robe to cover her hip.

"I just don't see how we can keep it a secret forever. If I get pregnant -"

"When you get pregnant." He corrected.

"WHEN I get pregnant I'm not going to be able to hide it and I'll need people around me for support. At least this group already knows you exist and are awake." She looked into his eyes. "Besides, I love you. I would tell the world if I could." She kissed him, sucking lightly on his lower lip. His arms tightened around her, her legs tightened around him when he stood. Mary was surprised when she felt the solid wood table under her bottom. His lips nibbled at hers while his fingers untied the sash of her robe. Mary gasped softly, her hands closed over his and she pulled back a bit.

"We can't do this here." She whispered.

"Why not?" He moved her hands aside and finished untying the loose knot.

"Because-" Mary squirmed and tried to come up with a reason. His lips found hers softly again, Mary sighed. "Because this is the kitchen." She said finally.

"I am aware of that." He pulled her hips a little closer to the edge of the table. "Why does that matter?" He pushed the robe off of her shoulders. Mary let her hands wander over his chest, exploring the planes of his muscles. The part of her that wanted to protest was being quickly overwhelmed.

"Maureen would be mortified." Her lips parted when his tongue pressed against her lips. She stroked it with hers and moaned. His hands moved over her thighs, her breathing quickened when he opened her knees wide.

"You intend to tell her?" He looked down at her, a little smile on his lips.

"Well, no but-." Mary was keenly aware of the bright light over the table. She found she couldn't quite meet his gaze.

"Then she will not be upset." He lifted her chin. Her heart was pounding in her ears. His eyes held hers and Mary felt goosebumps raise on her skin. She looked away and started to tremble. The tips of his fingers moved up over her arms, the backs of his knuckles trailed down over her hard nipples, then down over her lower belly and then against her slightly open slit. Mary leaned against him, her eyes closed, her hips moving slightly, his knuckle rubbing against the nub of her pleasure. His mouth found hers again, she could feel his warm desire there, but the intense hunger that was present earlier was gone. Her hands caressed him softly, exploring his stomach and his hard shaft. His knuckle pushed gently against her opening and Mary whimpered sharply. "You still ache?" His voice was soft next to her ear, his knuckle still gently rubbing.

"Yes." Mary whispered, little tremors chased each other through her body. His lips caressed her neck and shoulder gently. His soft touches led her into relaxation, her eyes closed, her breath coming faster.

"Lie back." His lips brushed her ear as he spoke.

"Turn off the light." She didn't move.

"Why?" His free arm tightened around her.

"Please." Her voice was barely audible. The tip of his tail replaced his knuckle and Mary groaned, her hips moved slowly, her lips wandered over the places on his chest and shoulder that were within reach. All of her resistance was melting away. The tip of his tail rubbing against the nub hidden in her folds was bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She moved with it, wanting more.

"Lie back." He whispered again, then punctuated his request with a practiced flutter of his tail. Mary moaned and started to lay back, her need overwhelming her shyness.

His lips found one firm nipple, Mary's hands found the back of his head and held it to her breast. His tongue teased her nipple until Mary's moaning gasps filled the room. When she was trembling with need, his head moved to the other breast. Being as attentive to the right nipple as he had to the left. His hands moved down her body, barely touching her skin until they reached her legs. His lips moved down her body slowly while he pressed her knees back and held them open.

"Yes, please." She whimpered with need, pressing against his curling horns with both hands. Aiden continued his slow journey down her body, stopping to tease her navel, then lower, the tip of his tongue moving softly over her lower tummy. Mary groaned in frustration. Aiden chuckled and then drew his tongue slowly along her open, wet slit. Mary felt as though she was going to crawl out of her skin when it fluttered against her delicate inner lips. Aiden seemed to sense her need, he pressed his tongue further inside her and began to tease her swollen nub.

Mary felt as if she couldn't draw a full breath. Her little whimpering cries filled the room and began to come faster as she got closer. His lips closed over that most sensitive bundle of nerve endings and sucked softly. Mary couldn't stand any more, her back arched and she screamed, her hands clawing for something to hold onto as the world spun around her. Aiden held her still and licked softly at her trickling juices. The lightest touch of his tongue renewed the throbbing pleasure and plunged her below the surface of it again. Her body trembled when his mouth left her completely.

He kissed her navel, then each nipple, then her lips, Mary wrapped her arms around his neck. He pressed the broad head of his swollen member against her slick opening, Mary wrapped her legs around him, freeing his hands to roam over her body. She found that the ache from before had been replaced by a need to feel him inside her again, she pulled him forward.

He moved carefully, Mary was able to taste herself as his lips descended and teased hers. She moved under him, meeting the quickening movements of his hips, letting the sensations of him filling her push her toward the brink of pleasure again. Her mouth became hungrier, his hips moved faster and with a greater intensity until he pressed inside her as deeply as her body would allow. She felt him spasm inside her, he threw his head back and cried out while Mary fell into her own pleasure again, with whimpers this time.

Mary wasn't sure how long she lay there. She groaned when he pulled away but was unable to speak. Slowly, she turned onto her side and drew her knees up. From somewhere that seemed far away Mary heard water running, then she felt Aiden move her onto her back again. She moaned when he opened her legs again, this time though he pressed a warm, wet towel over her opening. Mary relaxed and let him clean her, her earlier embarrassment forgotten. By the time he took the cloth away, Mary had recovered enough to need to be close to him again. She reached out for him and without a word Aiden picked her up.

"The towel." She said, picking up her robe.

"It is in the basket, with the others that need to be washed." He smiled down at her. Mary snuggled against his chest and sighed softly. She found she wasn't concerned with where he was taking her, she just closed her eyes and trusted him.