“What do you need, Starfire?” I say between sucking marks into the pale skin above her breast.
“You… Your…”
I pull back, palming her breast and arching a brow.
“My?” I tease.
She attempts a scowl, but it’s not even half as fearsome as she normally manages. Lor reaches around her legs to fist my cock beneath her, and I jump, not expecting it, but then she doesn’t move. She holds it, squeezing, and glares straight into my eyes.
I grin, loving her ferocity. “Yes, Starfire? You want to come?”
“You know I do.”
“All you have to do is ask,” I say, pressing a sweet kiss to her sharp cheekbone.
Now her scowl turns properly fierce. She grips my dick tighter, but when I moan and thrust into her, she seems to realize her threat is having the opposite effect she wants it to. She shifts her grip to my balls instead, but that won’t get herwhat she wants either. There’s nothing she can do that will come close to my cock cage, so she can go ahead and do her worst.
I dip my head to lave my tongue over her stiff nipples again, switching between them and nipping every so often until she’s writhing against me. Lor grinds her hips into me, pressing her hot pussy into my pelvis. She’s so slippery with desire I can feel it, even though our waists are still submerged in the water.
She’s panting, breasts heaving and eyes half-lidded when I pull back.
“Ask, Lor,” I murmur into her neck, then take her earlobe between my teeth.
Her needy whimper almost makes me give in, but then she caves.
“Please, Ro,” she pants. “Make me come.”
I figure that’s close enough; we can work more on her begging later. “As you wish,” I whisper into her ear.
I adjust my grip, shifting her so I can fit one hand down between us. As much as I’d like to fuck her, that’s pretty much asking for a UTI for each of us, so I’ll stick to fingers this time. I don’t expect or want anything other than to make her feel good, anyway.
My palm settles over her pussy, hot against my skin as I press the heel of my hand into her clit. Her forehead drops to my shoulder, and I shudder at the idea of her wanting to watch as I pleasure her. I drag my fingers over her slit, then slip one inside to stroke up into her.
“More,” she says, and I grin.
“Greedy girl,” I murmur, but I don’t know if she hears me this time.
I plunge my middle and ring fingers inside her, curling them toward me as I press my outer two into her folds. Lor’s breathing is shallow, sending goosebumps across my chest with every quick exhale. The heel of my hand is still pressed up hard againsther clit, and she starts rocking her hips. I swipe my fingers side to side, then curl and uncurl them, pressing harder and softer until I find what she likes.
“There,” she gasps. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
She throws her head back, body shuddering as I hit that spot over and over. My eyes trail down her pearly skin, taking in every freckle and baby hair and drop of water covering her. Lor arches her back, and I have an out-of-body moment where I’m looking down at us together and marveling at how incredible it is that I have this woman in my arms. That she would trust me enough to share her story, to give her this pleasure, to be so vulnerable with me… A demon.
I jolt back into my own skin when her fingers curl into my biceps and her body tenses.
“Pinch your nipples,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Play with your tits.”
Lor’s hands fly to her breasts. She squeezes and kneads them, then twists her nipples. Her body goes rigid, tendons standing out on her neck as her pussy starts to tighten around my fingers. My eyes are glued to her face as her mouth drops open, and she lets out a desperate, breathless moan.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Her eyes flutter open to meet mine just as her pussy clenches around my fingers. Her eyes flare, and her entire body pulses with her orgasm. I gentle my strokes when her inner walls relax, and she trembles, dropping her head back to my shoulder. I pull my hand from between her legs and bring my fingers straight to my mouth, licking them clean with a groan.
Lor’s breathy laugh catches me off guard, but I squeeze her tighter to me, relishing the closeness of this moment. Air saws in and out of her lungs as she struggles to catch her breath, and her body sags against me.
Precious, vulnerable, strong.
I’m in awe of her.
