Page 15 of Claiming Demons
I grinned. “I don’t need to worship you in private. Let everyone see my devotion and how I praise you.”
Ana laughed. “Then, by all means, continue.” She fell back on the bed.
“Would my goddess like a show?” I asked as I stood.
“Ooooh, yes!” she said with a giggle. “You gonna strip for me?”
I smiled in answer, taking out my phone and quickly getting to the song I wanted.
The thumping base of Nine Inch Nails’Closerthrummed to life, and I threw the phone down on the bed to free my hands. I figured this particular song was perfect to strip to. With me being part wolf, the lyrics seemed appropriate. Not to mention that Ana definitely got me “closer to God.”
I danced, slow and swaying, as I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it open, and slid my hands over my abs, up to my chest.
Ana’s hand slid down to stroke her pussy and clit as she watched me with hungry eyes. Gods, that was sexy.
Slowly, I shrugged out of my shirt, continuing to feel myself and sliding my hands up into my long hair to hold there as I shifted and undulated my hips. I’d recently started taking stripper-dance classes just for this purpose.
With her heated, captivated gaze following my hands, I pushed them down my body into my pants and grabbed my junk.
Ana’s breathing picked up and she jerked upright.
“I want to see this part close up,” she said, voice breathy, as I undid my pants and pushed them down inch by agonizingly slow inch. “If only I had some cash to stuff in your… oh!”
My cock sprang out — I’d gone commando today — and her eyes widened, her words stalling as she sucked in a sharp breath as if she hadn’t seen me naked before.
Hot tingles of pleasure burst to life at the base of my spine as the hunger in her eyes grew.
Ana reached out and grabbed my cock. Her gaze tore a path up my body to meet mine as I thrusted into her hand with rocking hips.
The first song ended, and the next began: Robert Palmer’sSimply Irresistible.
“You sure you don’t want something?” Ana asked, squeezing my cock and bringing the tip to her lips, licking off the small pool of pre-come.
I smiled. “Later, when we’re all together.”
She nodded.
“I’m not done worshiping you with my lips yet.”
She laughed. “Then by all means continue.”
I kicked off my pants, urged her to lie back, and leaned over her. Pressing my rigid shaft against her pussy, I rubbed my length over her as I teased my lips over her breasts.
“Oooh, yes,” she breathed.
I kissed all over those heavy, round orbs, tracing wet patterns with my long tongue, and when I sucked a hard nipple into my mouth, she moaned, grinding her clit against my cock.
I licked and teased that rock-hard bud, creating a solid hard suction before pulling away, taking her breast with me, making her mewl and shudder.
With a pop, I released her, watching her bosom jiggle and settle back. Then… I did the same on the other side.
Ana moaned and began panting, needful gasps. She pressed her hands to the back of my head, apparently not wanting me to let go this time.
I redoubled my efforts with my tongue and careful teeth on her taut, swollen nipples. Then Ana cried out, her pussy flooding over my balls and her nipple shot several spurts of warm liquid into my mouth.
My eyes went wide, and I would have pulled off her breast in surprise if she hadn’t been holding me in place.
Tentatively, I reached my hand up to her other breast and massaged it, tweaking her nipple. It squirted forcibly as well, and Ana gasped and mewled in delight. She writhed through her orgasm, head pushed back into the bed, body shaking and convulsing.