Page 32 of Monster's Obsession
I just tookoff my shirt. In front of Asmoday.
Granted, he’d already seen my boobs before, but hello, totally different scenario. That was an accident. This was very,verydeliberate.
Asmoday was a smart demon-slash-elf; he didn’t give me a chance to second-guess my decisions.
He pounced like the lust demon he was, sliding his arm around my back, pulling me to him, and wedging his leg between mine so that when he dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth, I was practically riding his thigh while I threw my head back and moaned.
He was so skilled, it felt like his tongue was in two places at once, twirling and swirling and teasing and—holy wow, I could hardly catch my breath.
Grabbing his head, I pushed him away, lifting his face to mine. He blinked dazedly.
“Show me your tongue,” I demanded.
He grinned wickedly before opening his mouth.
His tongue was split, like a snake, except larger. No wonder it had felt like it was in two places at once. “Has it always been like that?”
He darted it out and licked his lips. “Does that when I’m turned on.”
Oh my. With his head still in my hands, I pulled him to my lips. I wanted that tongue shoved down my throat, damn it. And other places, but we’d get there. Eventually.
He complied, stabbing his fingers into my hair and holding my head, canting it slightly so he could own my lips, my tongue, just like I had no doubt he would own my entire body before this night was through. We should go someplace else—my roommate wasn’t around—but then he did a particular little swirl, and I rubbed against his leg like a damned dog in heat.
Yeah, we weren’t going to make it up six flights of stairs before we lost our clothes and got busy.
He broke the kiss so he could tease that tongue along my cheek, down to my neck. I took the opportunity and licked his ear. It twitched. His moan shot straight to my core.
So his ears were an erogenous zone, were they?
I could work with that.
He lowered his head, flicking his tongue into the valley between my breasts. I stroked his ear, featherlight.
He grasped my ass, dragging me up and down his leg until I panted in between moans. “More,” I begged.
He came up for air, cupping my chin and holding it so he could look me in the eye. “This will not be the only time between us. Do you understand?”
I nodded. Fire and brimstone, we were hardly to second base and this was the best sex I’d ever had. No way did I want to do this only once.
“Good. Because one of these days, I’m going to fuck these breasts. But not today. We need a nice, soft bed for that, and I don’t have the patience to get upstairs to one of our rooms.”
“D-did you say you’re going to fuck my breasts?” Pretty sure I was on the verge of orgasm. At just the thought.
“Yep. And just you wait. You’re going to be begging for it. But first—”
He flipped his shirt off, and his wings spread and flapped like they needed to stretch, then curled against his back. Then he hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist of my pajama bottoms and shoved them down to the floor, revealing my completely bare—and pierced—pussy.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered as he lowered himself to his knees. “Absolutely beautiful.” He touched the small barbell in my labia. “Lie to me and tell me you did this yourself.”
I laughed. “I did, actually.”
He kissed it, gently, soft, tentatively touching it with his forked tongue. “So damn beautiful.”
And then he dove in with gusto, swiping that two-pronged tongue over my seam before thrusting it inside me and using it to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.
I spread my legs as wide as I possibly could and clutched at the counter behind me, needing it to help keep me on my feet. My knees were shaking so badly, I was afraid they were going to buckle.
Please, knees, don’t buckle. Not until after he gives me the mother of all orgasms, please.