Nodding, she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. “I’m sure.” She slowly pulls the straps down, lowering it just enough to reveal the top curve of her breasts. The moonlight hits her eyes and softens her skin. Godsdammit, she’s gorgeous. Her fingers fidget with the loose straps like she’s unsure. “You’ll stop when I say, right?”
I hold her gaze, making sure she knows how serious I am. “Yes, I’ll stop right then, not one moment longer. We don’t have to go any further than this. I’m perfectly content just looking at you.”
She smiles, and everything in me pulls toward her. If all I do is look at her the rest of my life, I will die a happy male. Her bra drops completely, and I groan at the sight of her pink, soft nipples. Of course, I’m not going to argue if we go further.
She moves closer, her breasts brushing against my chest, and whispers, “Will you kiss me?”
I focus on her mouth, taking in their shape when her lips part for me. “Is that what you want, little mate?” My voice comes out deeper than I intend, but she doesn’t falter. Her fingers get lost in my hair, her mouth only a centimeter away now.
“Yes.” The word comes out faint, almost trembling.
It isn’t our first kiss, but the moment her mouth touches mine, a fire rushes through me. She must feel it, too, because her fingers rise to herlips when we pull back. She starts to speak, but decides against it and drags me back in. Her tongue finds mine. Her hips grind against my bulge. And her moan…fuck, her moan. I flip her beneath me and follow the curve of her neck with my mouth, kissing along her collar bone.
“Yes, please. Keep going,” she begs as my tongue slides over her nipple. I suck gently before pulling away and finding the other, making it equally as hard. “Oh God, more. I want more.” Her pleas make me want to plunge deep inside her, but I don’t.
I take my time giving her what she wants, undoing her jeans and pulling them down her long legs, leaving her in a teal blue thong. I’m pleased with the amount of muscle she’s worked for over the past few months. She’s been training hard, and it shows.
I work my way back up, slowly kissing and licking each thigh. I don’t go straight for her pussy, even though it’s begging for my attention. Instead, I move between her legs, barely letting my lips touch that sweet opening. If I edge her enough, maybe it’ll overpower her anxiety. Maybe she won’t have a panic attack. Maybe.
Every time I graze my tongue over her clit, her hips buck toward my mouth. “Please baby,” she pants. “I need it. I need you to taste me.”
I want to draw this out. I love making her beg, but I’m afraid she’ll overthink it, so I dive into her warm, smooth flesh, with my tongue licking and sucking. I plunge my fingers in and out of her, going deeper with each thrust. She’s so fucking wet. Tastes so fucking good. I needed this so badly.
She grips my horns, grinding herself into my face. Fuck yes! I keep moving my fingers and lapping at her clit, my chin soaked. Her moans get louder and louder. She’s right on the edge.That’s it baby. Let yourself feel it. Let go.
My scalp tingles, and my horns straighten, when magic moves through her hands.
“Oh, God! I’m gonna come,” she moans.
I press my hand into her stomach, not giving her a chance to overthink. Holding her down, I sink a fang into her little swollen clit and fuck her with my fingers.
“Fuck!” she screams as she comes on my face, her body shaking. I drink her up, savoring every last drop. She did it! She fucking did it!
I don’t wait for the orgasm to subside. I want to see if I can give her another one without triggering her. I push myself to my knees, keeping hers over my shoulders. My cock is rock hard when I take it out and rub the head over her clit, sliding the length between her folds. I want to bury myself in her wet pussy, feel her stretch around me, but I wait. Is it better to take it slow so she can stop me if her panic sets in, or do I take that decision so she doesn’t have to think about it at all?
Gods, I want to feel her quiver from the inside when she comes again. It’s all I can do to pull away and reposition myself so I can taste her once more.
But then she begs, “Please, baby, just the tip. I can handle the tip, I promise.”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! There’s no way I’ll be able to stop at just the tip. No fucking way.
“I need it,” she begs again.
I blow out a sharp exhale, steadying myself. Fuck, okay just the tip.I can fucking do this.I grab my length and slowly inch myself in. She’s so tight, so fucking wet, it’s almost impossible to stop at just a couple inches.
“I missed this so much,” she whimpers.
Her hands run through my hair, fingers wrapping around my horns again. She knows what that does to a demon. I don’t know why she’s testing my control. My skin heats, flames itching to make their way out. It’s so hard to stop myself from thrusting into her.
“If you don’t let go of my horns, I will fuck you,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
She doesn't let go. Instead, she moves her fist up and down, stroking them, sending all my restraint out the window. I can’t hold back anymore. I warned her. The control I’ve been clinging to shatters, and I slam into her the way she’s begging me to. Thrusting over and over until she’s right on the edge. It feels so fucking good, so fucking wet. Gods, I’ve missed being inside her.
She’s screaming and moaning, making sounds that pull me deeper. Her legs tighten, claws run down my back. I’m so lost in how good she feels, I barely notice when her breathing shifts. Short pulls of air. Too fast. It doesn’t match her rhythm anymore. I lift my head and everything inside me drops.
She’s terrified.
Fuck!How did I not catch that sooner?
