I need more of it.
I just stare at her, watching her chest rise and fall. Her long pink hair is a mess on the table, and I picture my fist wrapped around the rosy strands as she swallows my cock.
My pace doesn’t change, nor do I lick her delectable cunt, even as badly as I want to. I need more of her pleading, her cries as she begs for more… for me.
“Please, Death,” she says my name in a moan.
“Please what, Love?” Her name is a soft whisper as I kiss her tender flesh again.
“Make me come. Your mouth, your hands, whatever. Just please.”
“And if I were to take my cock out right now and have you gushing all over me that way?” I question, trying to gauge how far she wants this to go. Though I know I won’t be fucking her here.
“Yes. I’d want it,” she replies confidently.
My dick is hard and aching, but I ignore it as I lean forward and take her clit between my lips and suck. With my fingersfucking in and out of her and my mouth wrapped around her small bundle of nerves, she breaks.
Her nails dig into my scalp, and her leg has me in a fierce grip as she comes undone.
Love’s thigh shakes against my face, and her pussy convulses around my fingers. I groan against her wetness, imagining how good she’s going to feel wrapped around my cock.
She tugs at my hair, but I don’t move, fucking her with my tongue and fingers. She trembles with over stimulation, her ass bucking off the table while also attempting to get away from me.
The gasps that leave her lips become my favorite sound, but eventually I relent. I lick my lips before smearing her release on her inner thigh and look up at her.
“Holy shit,” she pants as I slide her off the table and onto my lap.
Her small arms snake around my neck and she toys with the hairs resting on the nape of my neck.
Her gaze looks over my shoulder for a moment, her cheeks flushing before she looks back at me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her honestly, pushing her soft strands over her shoulder. The heat that flooded her cheeks only gets darker. I want to be the only one to make her blush ever again.
I’m truly fucked over this short, pink woman.
Love’s soft hand cups my jaw and her thumb drags from the bottom of my chin to my lower lip before sliding into my mouth. I suck and she sighs dreamily, her eyes flipping from my mouth to my eyes.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Was Eros watching?” I ask, feeling uncomfortable with the comment.
“I don’t care. But hopefully he was and learned a thing or two.” Masculine pride fills me that she was too focused on meand her pleasure to care about that fucker, but curiosity and maybe a hit of jealousy gets the best of me.
“What did you even see in him?” I ask.
She shrugs and makes herself small. I hate myself for asking, for ruining the blissful moment we just had. Why can’t I allow myself to have anything nice?
“I was a new cupid, all my mortal memories gone, and he was the first person to want to get to know me, or at least I thought so. I was in a new place, and he was this larger-than-life figure. I trusted him and I shouldn’t have. It took me a while to warm up to Cupidale and my duties here, but now that I have, I think I have a better grasp on who I am. Being a cupid makes you feel like love is the end all be all, and Eros was that personified. I stayed because I wanted that feeling so bad, but I’m realizing I was looking in all the wrong places,” she says, looking at me with a strange amount of softness.
“How much longer do we need to stay?” I ask, wanting to teleport her back to my place or hers as soon as we physically can.
“Let me just grab my award and we can go,” she says with a smile.
“We’re on the same page that we’re leaving here and going somewhere else together, right?” I ask. I leave out the fact that I mean this for more than one night, but nervousness holds me back.
She grins and gets up from my lap, placing a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth before straightening her dress and going to grab her award.
I finally get a serious glimpse of what everyone else is doing. I was so consumed by Love that I didn’t really look around. But now that I am, holy fuck.
