I sling Lor down from my shoulder, then settle her on her back in the middle of the blanket.
She’s pouting, I can tell. I grin and bite my lip, fiddling with my lip ring as my eyes devour her. She’s so fucking pretty, with her bared stomach and long legs, breasts heaving and hair sparkling across the blanket, a silvery halo in the setting sun. I’mgoing to show her how good life can be, convince her every single day that she deserves good things. Prove to her that she’s strong, and resilient, and worthy.
Someday, she’ll believe those things about herself, just like I do. I mean, she has to put up with a demon day in and day out, so how could she not be incredible?
“Ro?” Lor’s voice startles me back to the present moment.
“I’m here,” I say.
I kick my boots off, then tug hers off, too. My demon side preens, pleased beyond measure that I’ve successfully kidnapped my soulmate—who trusts and plays with me—and will be claiming her under the stars. I slip my hands up her legs, over the tight fabric of her pants to the waistband. Lor sucks in a breath as my fingers skim her navel, raising goosebumps in their wake.
I lean in to press light kisses to her bare stomach as I unbutton her pants, then strip them down her legs. She took her riding jacket off earlier and left it with her bike, so she’s laid before me in a black lace crop top and black string bikini panties. Her skin glows in the evening light, a stark contrast to the dark clothing.
“So pretty,” I murmur, gliding my hand along Lor’s collarbone. “All mine.”
She tries to steady her breathing, but I know her senses are heightened from the bag covering her eyes. I follow the path of my fingers with my tongue and teeth, nipping and licking as I pull down one strap of her top and expose her breast to the cooling air. Her nipple tightens, and I suck it into my mouth, bathing it in heat as I’m rewarded with Lor’s hiss of pleasure.
Her hands tangle in my hair and I close my eyes, reveling in her touch, her presence, her willingness to give me this. I flick my lip ring against her nipple, and her fingers clench, pullingmy hair and stinging my scalp. I grin into her breast as I tug the other strap down, restricting her arms.
Lor grumbles under her breath, but it’s just for show. She’s so cute.
I drag my teeth around the curve of her breast, then lick along the side before circling her nipple. She arches into me, begging without words, and I have no reason not to give her what we both want. I suck that nipple too, rolling my tongue around it before tightening my teeth and tugging.
Her whimpers and moans are better than the most decadent food. I kind of want to record them, set it as my ringtone, play it in the background while I cook or read or…
Lor’s hips jut up into mine as she tugs on my hair, pulling me—again—back to earth with her. I debate what to do with her top, then decide to figure it out later when she presses her hot pussy into my groin. I slip my fingers under the silky fabric and yank it down her legs, then I quickly shed my own clothes and pile them up on the blanket next to us. Lor bends her knees and opens her legs, baring herself to me.
I groan, and dive down. She knows I can’t resist feasting on her, and I don’t even try. I hook my arms under her thighs, throwing her legs over my shoulders as I palm her ass and squeeze, spreading her open and lifting her up to my face. I flatten my tongue and lick from asshole to clit in one long swipe.
Her head shoots off the blanket as she chokes on an inhale, then she slams it back down with a drawn out groan. I smile against her slick folds, then work my way back down while she gasps for breath. I circle my tongue around her puckered hole, licking and sucking as she writhes in my hold. I slip one hand up to toy with her clit as I eat her out, happily driving her wild while she can’t even see anything.
I could be anyone. I’m not; I’m hers, and she knows it, but still. The thought is there, and I’m sure it’s entered her mind, too.
Lor’s back hole clenches and relaxes as I tease it with my tongue, then press the tip inside.
“Ro,” she gasps, pressing further into me.
I suck and lick, not letting up as my fingers circle her clit. She’s pulsing beneath me, her breath hard and choppy, loud inhales that break the music of nature around us. She’s close, and I want her to come before I fuck her.
I shove my tongue in her asshole and pinch her clit, rolling it between my fingers. She comes with a shuddering gasp, her entire body clenching as her pussy throbs, wetness leaking from it to meet my circling tongue. I lick it up and gentle my touch until she collapses, panting beneath me.
Then I drop a kiss on her clit, grab her hips, and twist, flipping her onto her stomach. She goes easily, my satiated star-chaser, but I’m not nearly done with her yet. I pull her hips up, but she keeps her shoulders and head down on the blanket. I guess she’s more worn out than I thought, but no matter. I don’t mind working hard for our pleasure.
I settle behind her on my knees, nudging hers wider as I roll on a condom, then slide the head of my cock up and down her pussy.
“Ro,” she says, an underlying note has me focusing in on her. I tear my eyes from her perfect ass to see her fingers fumbling with the bag covering her head.
I drop my dick and lean forward, batting her hands out of the way so I can rip the Velcro apart. I sneak a hand under her cheek to lift her head as I tug the bag off, and her dazed eyes flutter open to meet mine. I stroke my fingers through her silky hair, inspecting her face and neck to be sure the cloth didn’t chafe orirritate her skin. A crooked smile spreads across her face as I look her over.
Not finding anything to be concerned about, I crush my lips to hers. Lor’s tongue battles mine, and I grin into the kiss. She hasn’t lost her spark yet, my Starfire, and hopefully she never will. Gently, I set her head back down, and pull away to kneel behind her again.
She sighs, then wiggles her goddamn ass like I’m taking too long.
I swing my palm back and smack it, a crack ringing through the air at the sharp contact. Lor jolts with a surprised squeak.
“Act like a brat, get treated like a brat,” I say, then spank the other cheek for good measure.
Red handprints bloom on her pale skin, and I lean down to do what I wanted to earlier. I bite right on top of one red mark, hard enough to leave tiny dents in her skin when I pull back.
