She shoved me against the refrigerator, her wild side taking over. Hot fingers slid up my stomach and across my chest. My Hellfire followed beneath my skin, as if she were pulling it along on strings. She yanked my shirt over my head, but pinned my arms to the fridge when I reached for hers.
“Wait your turn,” she murmured against my collarbone.
I shuddered, the need to touch her coursing through me. The more I had her, the more I wanted. The more I wanted her, the harder it was not to dominate her. With her personality, that would be more of a fight than my house was prepared to take, but damn, maybe it was worth it.
My belt clattered across the floor and I hissed as she slipped her hand down and grabbed me. She stroked me as she unbuttoned my pants with her free hand, her lips burning an erratic path across my chest. Her tongue traced around my nipple and I flattened my hands against the fridge, trying not to grab her.
Lexi tugged at the waistband and my pants fell, puddling around my ankles. I kicked them away so I wouldn’t trip on them later. She kept me pressed firmly against the fridge as she slowly lowered to her knees, kissing and licking her way across my skin. My hands clenched and unclenched, wanting nothing more than to grab her hair and fuck that gorgeous mouth of hers.
Her tongue flicked out and brushed over the slit of my cock. I swallowed back a groan, but the next one escaped when she ran her tongue from base to tip. Her amber eyes watched me as she did it again. She took as much pleasure in making me react as I did her, so neither one of us held back.
We both wanted everything the other had to give.
Heat wrapped around my cock, but Lexi’s mouth had gone for my balls. A growl tore from my throat as she sucked at the sensitive area. I put a dent in my stainless steel refrigerator, trying my damnedest to restrain myself, but it was so fucking hard with her.
Literally.
She pumped her hand, well-versed in what I liked, while she juggled my balls with her tongue. After days of nothing but sitting, thinking, planning, I was ready to explode five minutes in. Lexi slid her hand behind me and grabbed my ass while she stroked my dick. Air rushed from my lungs as my Hellfire responded to her more fiercely than I’d ever felt before. It rolled through my stomach, coating my insides and pressing out.
My hands unconsciously latched onto her hair the second she took my cock into her mouth. She grabbed my hips to keep me still. I threw my head back into the fridge, knocking its contents around a bit. Fuck, I was gonna lose it too soon. Whatever she was doing to me, it had all my senses dialed up to eleven. I felt it too much.
Too fucking good.
“Lexi,” I growled.
Her head bobbed, pumping in tandem with her hand. That beautiful tongue swirled around my head at the peak of every stroke. She pushed harder, my tip touching the back of her throat, and groaned around me. I grabbed the top of the fridge as the vibrations, my fire, my fucking temptress shoved me off the cliff.
Nine Hells.
My voice was deafening as I cried out my release, hips jerking free of her grip. Instead of fighting me, she grabbed my ass again and forced me into her mouth, swallowing back everything I offered. Electricity buzzed under my skin as I came down from the intensity of my orgasm. It took me a second to blink the room back into focus, a feral smile stretching across my face as I peered down at Lexi.
“My turn.”
She didn’t so much as hesitate. Her tongue plunged into my mouth, and I pushed her against the island. Her arms swept back and I vaguely registered the sound of shattering glass, but I was too caught up in her to care. The rest of the world could fuck off when I was with her.
I set her up on the countertop and she peeled her tank top off, amusingly careful not to throw it on the open box of cupcakes beside us. Her eyelids were heavy as she traced her thumb across my cheek.
“You look like you need something sweet,” she said, her voice low and seductive.
I grinned and pulled her to the edge, flush against me. “I think you’re right.”
I reached into the box, taking just a bit of chocolate frosting from one of the cupcakes, and wiped it across her nipple. Lexi’s breath caught, and I bent to suck it off. She leaned back on her palms, arching into me. My hands slid down her soft skin and caught on the waistband of her jeans.
She lifted her ass and I worked them off, the scent of her arousal making my mouth water. Lexi was all the dessert I needed. Everything, from her salty skin to her slick center, tasted of ambrosia, the very nectar of the gods. My restraint was being taxed to its limit.
My tongue delved into her wet pussy and she threw her head back, moaning loudly. Her legs wrapped around my head and I was lost to the sensation of her. Every stroke of my tongue sent her muscles quivering. Every cry urged me on faster.
Any patience I’d had at the start of our relationship had steadily devolved into nothing more than primal desire. Lexi writhed, her uneven breaths puffing out in short bursts. Her arms trembled behind her until she collapsed backwards, fiery hair fanning out around her head. My dick throbbed with need that only doubled when she started massaging her breasts.
I growled against her, making her body jerk, and alternated between swift flicks and long, heavy strokes. One of her hands found my hair, scraping her short nails across my scalp. It sent chills down my spine and right to my dick.
“Fuck,” she hissed between breaths. “Ah, Lucifer! Please!”
Her inner fire responded to mine when I pushed out more power. It surged, crashing against mine like waves against a cliff. I adjusted my grip and slid my fingers into her silky wetness, pumping them in and out, timing them with each lap of my tongue.
Lexi whimpered, muscles spasming as her orgasm approached. And fuck, if it wasn’t the sexiest view. I clamped down around her clit and sucked hard.
Cum for me, Lexi.
