"Move me to the shower," I said between my heavy breaths.
He obeyed, carrying me across the room, then braced me against the built-in stool in the corner, and ran his fingers down the length of my torso before plunging them deep inside me again. I just looked at him with my eyes hooded and held onto his shoulders as I began to fall apart on wave after wave of pleasure. He leaned himself against the wall and quickened his pace bringing me to a violent orgasm that left me reeling and shaking. I'd never been happier that we'd installed the stool than during shower sex.
He continued to work the spot inside of me through my orgasm, making me jerk and cling to him with everything in me. I relished the waves of pleasure that crashed repeatedly through me every time he curled his fingers forward and applied the perfect amount of pressure.
Before my orgasm was complete, he gently pressed his fingers to my clit knowing it was extra sensitive... "Give me another one. I love hearing you pant in my ear when I make you come."
His words helped me, and I burst with pleasure. My orgasm was like tiny fireworks, throwing fire up my body one explosion at a time.
When I couldn't take another ignition of pleasure, I gasped in his ear. "Stop."
He helped me sink to my butt on the stool, gasping and riding out the last waves of pleasure as warm water sprinkled down on me from the shower head behind him.
I quickly took him in my hand and used the water rolling down his body to stroke his cock. Wrapping my lips around his head, I sucked him in. I'd always been so good at BJs, and I utilized all my experience to give him the best suck I could.
Drawing him deep down my throat, I bobbed my head on his dick until he scooted as far down my throat as I could get him. I couldn't quite get to his base, but I could get my hand wrapped around his base, and that was impressive, if I said so myself.
Once I had him down my throat, I contracted my muscles to milk him and bring him all the pleasure I could. Pulling off him, I sucked as I moved back, then sucked harder to bring him down my throat again.
He ran his fingers through my hair as I did this. This was just the build-up. When he began to moan, he was much closer to reaching his climax, so I stopped playing around and got to work. Opening my jaw, I bobbed my head up and down on his dick. I opened again to let him pull out.
He got closer and closer to his orgasm, and near the end, he grabbed my head. I knew what he wanted. I relaxed my lips and let him fuck my mouth, using my tongue and inner cheeks to create pressure.
"Lilith!" he cried as he came, shooting his hot cum down my throat.
We stayed like that for a long moment before he drew me to my feet, and then we lovingly washed each other. With the sweetest touch, he lathered my hair and rinsed it, and then the water finally ran cold, and we climbed out of the shower, dried, and went to the big bed to lay together.
“Where’s Gabriel?” I whispered.
Michael sounded sleepy when he spoke against my hair. “Dealing with demons.”
“What’s new?” I said, with a smile.
He stroked his hand down my arm. “I can’t help it, I keep thinking about how perfect everything is right now…”
My hand drifted to my stomach, and the cruel thought came into my mind,almost. Everything is almost perfect, except for the one thing you can never have.
“But once you go to have your human lifetime…”
“I know.”Everything would change.
He held me closer, and I let my hand drift away from my stomach. I was the Queen of Hell. Soon I’d be a human with no memory as Lilith. But for now, I had my men. I had my throne. That needed to be enough.
2
Constance
"That's not right!" I yelled at the TV. "He left fingerprints on the counter, are you just gonna ignore that?"
With a huff, I looked down at my nails. I'd smudged them in my ire at the true crime show. "Damn," I muttered.
The distant buzz of the lawnmower grew louder as my husband drove it toward the house. He'd be another half hour out there, just enough time for my nails to dry.
Using a cotton swab, I cleaned off the nail and started again with a base coat. Having pretty nails had always been important to me. Maybe because my mom had always bitten hers, and I'd strived all my life to do things better than my mom.
Blowing on the polish, I watched the detectives finally put the obvious together. "I don't know why I watch this shit, but I love it," I said. Talking to my stomach was my norm these days, but I wasn't a lunatic. Just pregnant. And maybe a little bit of a lunatic.
The baby kicked in response to my conversation. "Oh, you like talking to Mama?" I chuckled and applied the first coat of jet-black polish. My favorite.
