“I packed a nightdress in my satchel,” Lori explained, a small smile creeping onto her face.
“Ah.” He nodded, still palming her curiously.
Lori shifted to hook her thigh up over his. Her nightdress rode up until it was barely covering her exposed nethers. She lamented her choice to forego wearing underwear, feeling strangely vulnerable now.
His palm faltered as it reached the hem of the silk and Lori's stomach churned with excitement and nerves. She had assumed they weren't going to have opportunity to be intimate again until they got back to Banesteppe, but maybe...
Lori gently grasped Lephas's hand from her hip and slid it down to her knee. She shivered with delight as he ran his rough palm back up the smooth expanse of her thigh. She sank her teeth into her lip and held her breath, waiting for him to realise she had nothing on beneath her nightdress.
Lephas's palm followed the natural curve of her body around and Lori jolted, despite herself, when his fingertips brushed against the bare flesh between her legs.
The demon's hand flew away from her with surprise. “Oh, shit. Sorry. I didn't realise you, uh... weren't wearing anything under there.” He laughed breathlessly.
Silently, Lori took Lephas's hand in her own once more. She placed it against her behind and pressed down reassuringly.
He hesitated for a moment before sliding his hand around beneath her, this time brushing his fingers against her with purpose.
Lori wrapped her arms tightly around him and pressed herself against his wonderfully firm body.
Lephas traced the soft skin at the juncture of her thigh, right up to the curve of her bottom and back. Lori's thigh flexed as the muscles twitched involuntarily.
The demon's rough, stubbled chin brushed acrossthe top of her head and Lori instinctively arched her body to tilt her chin up, allowing him to kiss her.
She felt him sigh as he deepened the kiss almost immediately. Lori's body softened, her limbs growing heavy.
As their embrace grew steadily more passionate, Lephas broke his mouth from hers and latched on to her neck.
“We shouldn't be doing this,” he whispered against her. “Not here.”
Despite his words, the demon continued to trace his fingertips between her thighs, very deliberately avoiding her sex, making the sensitive skin tingle.
Lori simply huffed in response and slid her thigh higher in a silent request for more. She ran a shaking hand down Lephas's torso, hesitating at the edge of his underwear.
The demon sat up a little and captured her mouth with his own once more. Clearly sensing her apprehension, he removed his hand from between her legs to reassuringly guide the faerie's hand between his own.
Lori hummed appreciatively into his mouth as he encouraged her to rub her palm against the hard column of flesh through the thin material.
The princess kissed him, swiping her tongue brieflyagainst his bottom lip before delving forwards once again.
Seemingly satisfied she wasn't going to lose her nerve, Lephas removed his hand from hers and briefly broke their kiss. Lori watched curiously through the darkness as he hurriedly wetted his middle and index finger with saliva. Before she had a chance to ask, he kissed her again and brought his now lubricated fingers into contact with her sensitive feminine flesh.
Lori shuddered and her hips involuntarily jerked away from the contact. Lephas pressed forwards and expertly pinned her one leg beneath him. He kissed her hard whilst simultaneously tracing circles gently around the bud at her apex.
The sharp sensitivity quickly dulled and was replaced with toe-curling pleasure. Lori moaned, her voice muffled by the demon's mouth. Nerves quickly forgotten, she dipped her hand inside Lephas's underwear to grasp him firmly.
Her stomach clenched with excitement as his big body shuddered at her touch. Lori stroked his length with a confidence she didn't know she had, delighting in every breathy sigh and groan she earned.
In contrast Lephas kept his motions slow and delicate, driving the faerie's arousal to fever pitch. Lorisquirmed and rolled her hips in frustration.
“Lephas!” she exclaimed breathlessly, frowning when he refused to indulge her. He didn't reply, just continued kissing her, but his lips curled into a knowing smile. He was doing it on purpose.
“Stop teasing me,” she squeaked, pushing the demon away roughly and hitting his chest playfully with a balled fist.
He laughed against her neck and sucked her skin softly. She moaned, her body growing weak and her core pulsed hungrily as he circled her more insistently.
It wasn't enough.
“D-do the thing with your mouth,” she whispered between kisses.
