He reined it back, pulling himself under control. He didn’t want to frighten her.
But she didn’t look frightened. Her pointed tongue came out to lick her lips, leaving them gleaming with moisture. “Would you make love to me?”
His dick jerked.
Oh hell, yeah.
And perhaps this would get through to her, turn her from the course she had chosen, if he made it good enough for her. And if she did go back, he could still see her occasionally. Though chances were she wouldn’t be returning to Asmodai’s. She would be going… Maybe best not to think about that.
He took her hand and dragged it down his body to his throbbing dick. Her fingers wrapped around him, and her eyes widened. “So hot.” She squeezed, her gaze fixed on him, and he just about spontaneously combusted.
Time to move this on.
He sat up, reached across and grabbed the hem of her T-shirt. She grimaced as she had to release her hold but didn’t resist as he dragged the shirt over her head. Beneath it she was naked, and his breath hitched in his throat. Her breasts were full above a narrow rib cage, her skin pale and creamy where the bikini had protected her from the sun, her nipples dark red and prominent. He cupped one breast in his palm, stroking the pad of his thumb over the peak, and shock blossomed across her features. She blinked, and he rubbed again, and her mouth opened. Lowering his head, he breathed in the sweetness of her skin, then licked the nipple until it glistened. One hand came around the back of his neck and held him to her. He suckled her gently at first and then harder, grazing her with his teeth as she made small mewling sounds of pleasure. He bit down, and her spine arched.
He pulled away, picked her up, and laid her down on the soft sandy ground. Her breasts were rising and falling fast and hard. He snapped the button open on her jeans, tugged them down over her hips, taking her black cotton panties with them. She kicked off her sandals, and he pulled her pants free and tossed them behind him. Sitting back on his heels, he stared. She was perfection. The sigil wrapped around her upper arm like some sort of Celtic tattoo added an element of pagan beauty. He touched it lightly, and her eyes flickered to the side.
He trailed his fingers across her breasts, down over her rib cage, dipping into her belly button then to the sable curls below. Her thighs were locked together tight.
“You’re going to have to open your legs if you want me to make love to you. Trust me, kitten.”
“I do. Really I do.” She bit her lip, and her thighs fell open. He leaned down over her, kissed the jut of her hipbone, buried his nose in the curls, breathing in the warm musky scent of her arousal. He shifted around so he kneeled between her thighs. He wasn’t going to last long once he got inside her; he needed to make her feel good first.
He ran his hands up her legs, spreading them wider, then peered up the length of her body. Her hands were fisted at her sides, her eyes closed. “Relax,” he murmured as he lowered his head and blew gently over the curls. With one fingertip he opened the seam of her sex. Inside, she was hot and slick. He parted the folds, revealing the dark pink flesh, the small swollen nub pouting for his touch.
He flicked it with his tongue, and her whole body shuddered. Placing his hands under her knees, he bent her legs, spread them wide, and settled himself into the V formed by her open thighs. For long moments he just looked, feeling the last of his blood supply drain into his cock. He needed her screaming for him.
He ran his tongue along the length of her sex, tasting the sweetness of her arousal, then pushed inside and up to her engorged clit. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, and her hips lifted from the ground, pushing against him.
“Please,” she muttered, and his gaze flicked up to find her watching him, her lips parted, her eyes dazed. Holding her gaze, he slowly stroked his tongue over her swollen clit. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her head fell back. He stroked again, and a shudder ran through her.
He pushed one finger inside her. While she was tight, there was no barrier to his entry so at least he didn’t have to worry about hurting her. He slid in and out in rhythm with his tongue. She was mumbling under her breath now, but he couldn’t make out the words. Besides, he was drowning in the taste of her. She was close; he could sense it in the tenseness of her muscles. Taking her clit between his lips, he suckled, and a long drawn out moan escaped her throat. He shoved another finger into her, hard, while he bit down gently, and she came apart for him, her clit throbbing, her juices flowing. He waited until the shudders that wracked her body died down then nipped her again, sucking hard, and this time she screamed.
Without waiting, he shifted up her body, positioning himself between her thighs, and shoved into her in one fluid move.