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[He realized that for the first time since enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, Lucifer hadn't taken the time to ease his partner into the fullness of him. He was a little shocked at himself, eyes watching her to see if he'd gone and ruined what was an incredibly good time. She was still for a moment and he'd thought he had, but then she started to move, rolling those hips over him until his grip on her was something he had to remind himself to be careful of.]

It's not impossible. You do tend to turn the world on its ear.

[Whatever she'd usually say to that was bitten off, her bottom lip dragged between her teeth as she worked herself over him, keeping that rolling motion in slow little circles before she quickened her pace. She used the headboard for leverage, eyes drifting down to where they were joined before her breath caught on a sharp little moan of pleasure.]

Wait--

[His hands on her hips stilled her, or tried to, Lucifer biting his lip as he looked up at her, reaching for the back of her neck.]

I... need a moment. Just... here, love. Come here.

[He urged her down towards him, for her to stop that intoxicating movement that had him far too close, far too soon. Of course, it was a mix of things that was pushing him there; genuine feelings, need, how long it had been for him (which might not be long in Chloe time, but in Lucifer time, it was eons), and the fact that everything about her always was more.]

What? Oh.

[Momentarily distracted and startled that he'd stopped her movements, she didn't quite catch on to what he wanted at first. But then she saw him beckoning her down, asking her for time, and she realized what he wanted, quickly ducking down until her head was slotting right against the dip in his shoulder. One of her hands came up to touch his cheek as she turned her head to look at him.]

You okay?

[His hands were on her, around her, skimming up and down her back when she pressed herself down against him. He chuckled, feeling a little odd at the moment, what with his rising need to impress her mingling with that desire that was close to undoing him.]

More than okay. I'm... well. I'm with you. I just... suppose I hadn't counted on you being as-- or me being so close to-- I'd really rather not wind up being a two-pump chump. A moment, love. That's all I need.

[And to distract himself from that slick, warm tightness he was buried in, he talked.]

Did you enjoy your meal?

Okay. Should I... get off of you, or...?

[Her voice trailed off as she rested on top of him, a shiver skipping down her spine at the feel of his hands running over her. And then she couldn't help but laugh a bit at the awkwardness of his question. He could be cute sometimes even when he didn't want to be.]

I did. I'd actually eat it again. [A beat.] Did you?

If you do, you won't be the only one getting off. Just... stay. Like this.

[Close, but not moving in that way that sent shivers through him. Warm and pressed tight to him, skin soft on his but not driving him mad with the vision of her riding him.... mm. Lovely thought, that.]

I did. I like trying new things.

[A small pause.]

My favorite was dessert.

[She snorts at that comment, tapping him lightly against the chest.]

I'm gonna really need you to stop calling it that, you freak.

[She's obviously in a good mood though as she lays curled around him, hair strewn all about. It's difficult to keep entirely still, as she's still in the throes of the moment, body flushed with heat and pleasure as he rests sheathed inside her. So she distracts herself, fingers weaving gently through his hair while she plants kisses and little nips over his neck and jaw.]

Mm, but it is. All tasty and something I could partake of at any point in time during the day, just like dessert.

[His hand is still sliding over her, tickling little traces along her back and up along her spine before he slides it up into her hair.]

You're sweet and warm. Worth indulging in.

Pretty sure dessert's not supposed to be eaten any 'any point in time during the day', but you get points for trying.

[She likes the way he touches her, and especially the way he's settled so completely against her, like he's being cradled by her body.]

I'm so worth indulging in you need to take a moment to yourself, huh?

It is if you're an adult and can do as you please.

[He likes the weight of her on him, that full press of his body against hers like she's settling in comfortably on him. It doesn't hurt that he's still buried inside her, cock throbbing in time to his pulse as he slides his feet up to brace them, knees bent on either side of her.]

I do. I didn't quite anticipate how... sensitive I was to you. Jokes aside, I think I would be rather embarrassed to actually wind up only lasting two of those delicious rolls of your hips.

[She can feel him pulsing inside her, a fact that doesn't escape her body's notice as she tries to keep her hips still. But when he moves his legs, the motion has her tightening around him reflexively.

She leans in to press another kiss to his face before gently resting her forehead against his.]

You don't have to be embarrassed. If you did, I mean. It happens sometimes. Besides, you're the one always telling me about your brilliant stamina.

Mm, well, there is that. I imagine I wouldn't even need a pause to recuperate if I did. Not with you feeling as delicious as you do.

[She tightened around him and he let out a soft groan, lifting his body up off the bed in a slow, shallow thrust.]

You undo me, love.

That's what I'm hoping for.

[A sharp gasp when she felt him thrust into her, her inner walls gripping him harder this time, a little more intently as she started to sit up again.]

That your way of giving me the go ahead?

Have your wicked way with me, you temptress. I want to see you all wild and full of pleasure. You're brilliant.

[He gave another sharper rock up against her, biting his lip as he felt her squeeze.]

That's what I was trying to do, before you stopped me.

[She sat up fully now, hands returning to the headboard even as she felt him arch up against her, pushing him harder, tighter into her. With her newfound leverage, she eased off of him until only the tip was left inside, letting out a sharp little cry as she drove him all the way back in when bringing her hips back down.]

[The sound he made was something caught between a cry, a gasp, a groan, and her name, all garbled and rolled into one guttural exclamation as his hands slid down from her back, gripping her hips as he lifted up, grinding up into her. Oh, he'd liked that. His eyes lifted to hers as she hovered over him, a hand sliding up to cup her breast.]

Again...

[He didn't have to ask her twice, her hips already raising to repeat the motion as his hand slid over her breast. There was less hesitation this time as she grew used to the feel of him stretching her as he fully buried himself inside her again. And then something more unrestrained took hold of her as she rolled her hips over him with each downward thrust until she was all but bouncing in his lap.]

[He curled upward, bringing his mouth to the breast he held, lips and teeth fastening around her nipple to tease it even as she pushed him to that edge so bloody quickly again. His other hand was on her ass, spreading over it and using that grip to pull her down again, to hold her steady as he thrust up into her, humming around that pebbled peak of pink in his mouth.]

[She adjusts for the shift in position, back held tight as a bowstring as her hands came up to delve into his hair. He nipped and licked and kissed at her nipple and she held him to her, wanting more of him even as he lay under and wrapped around her. And she found it easy to drown in the sensation of him, to focus on the wet sound of their bodies slapping together with each impact of her hips against his. It's how she found her eyes swinging shut as she tilted her head back, a soft groan of pleasure escaping red, swollen lips.]

[It's that groan that has him letting go of her with his mouth, has him tipping his head back to look up at her and see that flush over her cheeks, the wanton look plastered on her face as the sounds and smells of sex started to fill the room. He's planted his feet on the bed now, using it as leverage as he lifts off the mattress and starts thrusting up rapidly into her, ass never touching the bed as he gives those quick little rabbit pumps.]

[Devil or not, he's always been a force of nature. It's that sudden rapid and powerful strokes of his hips that has her entire body practically overtaking her. All that mattered was him, them, and the feeling of them separating before coming together again in a breathless moment of heat and pleasure. She's overwhelmed, lost to that sensation as her nails dig into his shoulders as she uses him to anchor herself. She doesn't know what he looks like then, but she imagines him being just as undone as her, helpless to anything but the feel and stretch and ache of the other. And really, it's a wonder how she lasted this long not touching him like this.]

[He's feeling everywhere on his body that she's touching, every bit of him that brushes against her, that's lost in her, that hangs down and teases and tickles at him. Her hair sends shivers of delight over him, the sting of her nails -- the fact that it stings has him bucking up against her, rolling them over to pin her to the bed, to cover her with his body as he spreads her legs wide.]

Chloe-

Ah—

[A strangled cry escapes her when he drags her to lay underneath him. Her body opens for him easily, legs spread apart to welcome him home as she engulfs him with arms and lips and teeth when he presses so close to her. And yet that call of her name has her opening glazed and half-lidded eyes to watch him move above her, even as her nails dig into his ass to pull him in to meet each of her thrusts.]

Say it again. My name.

[His hips are rocking in, knees digging into the bed and his ass muscles flexing under her grip as he grinds in against her, feeling himself sink into that heat, that welcoming sheath of her with a heady rush. A hand was in her hair, lost in that silky tangle of blonde when she spoke, his mouth hungry on hers, down along her neck as he nipped at her pulse.]

Chloe.

[Her name said with deliberation that time, with a craving of primal passion, with that part of him that wasn't human tickling at the edge of his mind.]

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