The sound of his zipper lowering sends a shiver through me. I can’t tear my eyes from the V of skin. Darker than his chest. But he doesn’t continue, doesn’t show me what I’m desperate to see.
“Describe it, Lilah. When you imagined my cock, what did you envision?”
I don’t care if he’s just being literal or curious. Dominance and dirty talk—intentional or not—works. Everything does now that we’re together this way. I didn’t know it was possible to feel comfortable and wildly turned on at the same time. I’ve never felt either of those things, even separately, in an intimate moment.
Now that everything is perfect like the best dream, I can’t resist a bit of teasing, even if I’ll have to explain it to him afterward. “Aren’t you worried that reality might not meet the expectations of my fantasy?”
Cupping one hand over the long bulge inside his dark pants, his lips curl into an undeniably smug smile. “You will not be disappointed.”
EvenIcan smell how turned on I am, and I don’t have demon senses. Lowering to my knees, I trail my fingers alonghis forearm, then over the parts of the bulge even his large hand can’t cover.
“When I thought about your cock, I imagined it the color of your face. So thick I can barely get my mouth around it. So long, it should be impossible to fit inside me. But in my fantasies, I do both things. I do more than that. I take your cock everywhere.”
His fingers catch the end of my hair and he wraps it around his hand, using it to tilt my head backward so I’m looking up at him. “Do you want those things from me?”
“Yes,” I say, leaning into his touch as his thumb sweeps across my face. “I want everything with you.”
“Then you will have it.” Heat rolls off him as he pushes the pants past his hips, allowing his cock to spring free. Taking himself in hand, he strokes up and down the hard, ridged, nearly black shaft. “Now that you have seen me, do you still want to take me everywhere?” he asks, squeezing the fat, bulbous head until a drop of luminescent red fluid leaks from the tip.
“Yes.” Squeezing my thighs together just makes me more desperate to come again. “I want to taste you and feel you inside me. I want to be so full of you that I can barely breathe.”
“I will give you exactly what you desire, my Lilah.” He strokes again, touching his cock to my lips as another bead leaks out. “You said everywhere. Do you want my cock in your ass?”
I’ve never had more than two of my fingers in there, and they felt like a lot. Just the thought of his tip breaching me makes me clench with desire. “I do. I want you to make me burn.”
Eyes of fire locked with mine, he cups my chin. Uses his thumb to part my lips. “Take me in your mouth.”
I open wide, as wide as I can, breathing through my nose as his cock slides over my tongue. Incredibly hot and hard, there’s so much of him, I can’t suck the way I want to. All I can do is breathe and let him rock into me until there’s no room for more.
Holding himself deep in my mouth, he plucks the ribbon from my hair. Then the pins, each one echoing as it hits the floor, before threading his fingers through the freed length. “I would like to show you what I imagined all the nights you consumed my thoughts.”
Mouth full of hot cock, all I can do is hum and nod.
He pops free and scoops me into his arms, carrying me across the room and through the open bedroom doorway. Positioning me on hands and knees with my feet dangling over the edge of the bed, he stands behind me, stroking my slick seam with his hot length, nudging my clit with his textured, leaking tip until I’m on the verge of coming again.
I whimper at the loss when he pulls back, then cry out as he pushes inside me. Stretches me. Fills me so completely, I can’t breathe. Then he moves, and—god, the ridges. The hot, hard ridges rubbing, rubbing. So good, so good, sooo good.
“This is what I envisioned,” he says, winding my hair around his fist and tipping my head back until my scalp prickles with a delicious burn and our gazes meet. “My hand in your hair while I am buried in your soft body, my beautiful Lilah. Watching ecstasy play across your beautiful face while I bring you pleasure until you cannot take more.” His fingers squeeze my clit, his next deep stroke hitting my G-spot.
Then I’m calling his name, panting, moaning as the ecstasy he promised ricochets through me. Behind me, he roars loud enough that the windows rattle. Heat flares inside me as he comes, sending another wave of climax through me, so deep and complete it feels like my entire body had an orgasm. But more than that. It feels like so much more. Because I want it to be more.
Slipping free of my body, he wraps his arms around me and rolls us onto our sides, my back to his chest, my head tucked under his chin. “You are very quiet.”
“Just… I’ve never done anything like that. Not even remotely like that. I’ve only been with my ex and he didn’t do—he didn’t care if I—and he wasn’t nice about my body, or about me. And all the things I said to you a few minutes ago were so… it felt right and normal but now, I can’t believe I acted like that.”
Behind me, he’s quiet.
I swallow what feels like a ball of cotton that doesn’t fully go down. “And I can’t help wondering what you’re thinking now. About me. Or us, or how much you want to get up and leave. I’m not sure what the post-sex protocol is for single people, especially when one of them is a demon. Should I say, ‘Wow, that was amazing, call me when you want to do it again,’ or ask you to spend the night, or…”
There’s no clock in my bedroom, but I swear I can hear one ticking. Amazra is completely silent. Utterly still.
“That probably wasn’t the answer that you wanted. Too much rambling and a bunch of personal stuff you didn’t want to know.”
“I want to know everything about you. Everything you think.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything when I finished babbling?”
“I did not want to say the wrong thing and cause you further distress.”
