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Lucifer...

[Her voice wavered over his name, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as he drowned her in sensation. His mouth, his tongue, his hands on her breast, his eyes watching her with an intensity she'd never seen from him before. It all made her try and lift her hips towards him even further, wanting, needing more of that friction, not noticing how on edge he was himself.]

[He was drowning in her, her taste, her smell, the feel of her under him. His thoughts of what she'd be like paled so much in the face of the reality of it. Of her. Both hands were up now, her dress rucked up past her chest as he lifted her bra up over her breasts, baring more of her to him and giving him the additional sight of her as well as the feel, taste, and smell. The growl he made against her was visceral, a shudder wracking through him as he fought that need to claim her completely.]

[The image of him right now would probably be seared in her memory forever. His eyes, his mouth, his hands, the sound of that growl vibrating through her and making her entire body tremble around him as she rocked her hips over his face. She wanted, needed to come, but she needed him more. Wanted more than the straining press of his hands against her breasts and the heat of his mouth against her core.

She lifted his hands away from her breasts, propping herself up as best she could to demand more of him in panting breaths.]

Come here.

[With any other body in bed with him, he'd take his time. He'd draw it out, make the moment linger. Turn it into a sweet sort of torment for them both. But right at that moment, he was too far gone, too needy, too much at the edge of his rope that was fraying with that heavy, insistent need for her. She'd barely gotten the words out of her mouth before he was moving, crawling up along her to crush his mouth to hers, a hand under her back to pull her up against him as he half-hovered over her, between those lovely thighs of hers.]

[She'd barely finished her breath before he was right above her, molded against her as if he couldn't bear to be separated from her and she gave as good as she got, clinging to him tightly as her mouth crashed down against his. A needy groan escaped her as she did her best to pull him in and tasted herself on his lips. Her arms roamed over his back and shoulders before they found his chest, one hand spreading out against his stomach before delving downwards to cup that tent in his pants.]

Unhf...

[Groaned out against her lips as he felt her touch him. Even through the trousers and boxers, it was enough to make him buck into her hand, to pull her up against him as if by that sheer touch, he could dissolve their clothes and just be in her right at that moment.]

Chloe... love... I'm... bloody hell, I want you.

I know. Want you too.

[Whispered brokenly against his mouth as he held her against him. She felt him even through their clothes as she cupped him, so hard she could practically imagine what he'd feel like in her bare hand, hot and throbbing at the want of her. With more than a little desperation, her fingers sought out his zipper, tugging it down just enough so she could delve her hand right into his pants, fingers slipping past the band of his boxers to wrap around his cock.]

Oh--!

[A broken exclamation, hips rocking a few times as he just reveled in that feel of her skin on his, on that most sensitive part of him that craved her. He looked down at her, saw her disheveled and mostly undressed and realized what a ridiculous pair they were.]

Naked. I want you naked.

[She nodded against him, quick little desperate jerks of her head as she opened her eyes to look at him. He was hard and heavy in her hand, a hot slickness to him as her thumb pressed against the head of his cock and already felt the precum smearing over him there. She wanted more of him, all of him around her, inside of her.

So with more than a little strength or nudging suggestion, Chloe pulled her hand away from him and gripped at his shoulders, veering up so that she could attempt to topple the Devil himself over onto his back.]

Oop!

[Whatever he'd been expecting, it hadn't exactly been that. He let himself be pushed, falling over onto his side, then rolling onto his back, arm still around her to draw her with him. Because like hell was he letting her get more than a few inches away from touching him at any point that evening.

He was on his back, looking up at her with need and wonder, hair mussed and a flush over his cheeks as he let his eyes just drink her in.]

[She couldn't help but smile and chuckle at his reaction, something like pride on her flushed features even as she tried to calm her panting breaths. Once she'd practically peeled his arm from around her, she leaned back until she was sitting in his lap, arms rising to catch the end of her dress so she could pull it up and off over her head, her bra soon following suit until they were a forgotten pile on the floor somewhere. Until there she sat astride him, bared and naked before him.]

Perfection.

[The word was said softly, with a note of worship as his hand lifted to barely touch over her side, tracing up along her front to cup her breast gently. She sat there, naked and warm and looking smug and proud and aroused and he had a sudden moment of clarity that he'd found his match. That person that fit him better than any other and he moved his hand around to her back to tug her down.]

Kiss me.

Glad you approve.

[Said with a fondness she couldn't quite voice or put into words, though her heart pounded loud enough in her chest to tell her that she wanted this. Wanted him and his oddities and the warm embrace of him on this faraway moon. And suddenly she remembered how possible it was not to have him here with her when she'd grown so used to him, had come to value his company and partnership to the point she could oftentimes barely believe it.

So she fell into him, mouth pressing against his in a needy, open-mouthed kiss even as she tried to speak.]

Your pants. Do you want to...?

[He'd almost forgotten about them in the wonder that was Chloe Jane Decker fully nude on top of him. With a muffled laugh, he reached a hand between them to fiddle with the belt and button, the zipper already having been taken care of by the nimble fingers of the woman he adored.]

Can you believe I forgot. Here, just let me-- lift... a bit... ah.

[He shifted up, which happened to rock his cloth-clad cock against her core, just while he was trying to pull the trousers and boxers down over his ass. That sensation was... tempting.]

[That friction of his clothed cock against her had her gasping, a trembling moan falling past her lips and setting already blazing nerves aflame. And yet she couldn't help but grin down at him with unrestrained tenderness, hips shifting over his as if trying to get up.]

Here, I could— let me just move for a second—

Love, you can move all you want. I hope for much more than just a second.

[Grinned unrepentantly up at her as he pushed at his trousers, watching her try to help in that way that just made every movement of hers seem erotic.]

Well, you won't have to worry about that on my end.

[Smiling down at him, she shifted to the right, climbing off of him so he'd be able to get his pants and shoes the rest of the way off, eyes roving over him the entire time.]

[With her looking at him like that, he was more than a little tempted to make a show of it. But that need, that control was already stretched thin and he wound up just kicking off his shoes and shuffling the pants and underwear down until he could wriggle them off. Then he lay there, letting her enjoy the view for all of a moment before he was reaching for her again.]

You're too far. Come here.

[And so she did, quickly crawling back on top of him so that she was sitting right there on his thighs, his cock standing at full attention right in front of her.]

This close enough?

[Asked with a teasing lilt to her voice, one hand rising to grip along the base of his cock.]

[There was a groan as she touched him, teased him, and as he let her take the control for this. He shifted upward, pressing into her touch as his eyes lit red fire without him knowing.]

Almost. You have elegant hands, love. Elegant and yet strong. And you're incredibly gorgeous nude. You should do it all the time.

[She froze right then and there for a moment, caught by the hellfire in his eyes. It was odd, seeing such a physical manifestation of who, what he was, the weight of that knowledge still a new, fragile thing between them. But she didn't fear him. She didn't think it was possible.

So the shock of that wore off quickly enough, her hand gently stroking all the way up his length before repeating the motion, the pad of her thumb smearing more of the precum leaking at the head of him. Just enjoying the heat and feel of him as he throbbed and twitched in her bare palm.]

Mmm. All the time, huh?

[A shiver raked over him, his breath coming out shaky as his head tipped back to let out another groan. Her hands. Her bloody hands. Her bloody everything. ]

All the time. All day. All night. I could cover you in touches, in kisses. Drag my mouth over you. Make sure there's not a fraction of an inch of your skin that I don't know intimately.

[He spoke and she listened, the image of them tangled up in each other beckoning her forward, made her hand stroke him faster with jerky little movements as she rose up onto her knees. One of her hands grasped the headboard so she could brace herself as the long strands of her hair pooled over her shoulders to dangle over him as she gazed down.]

You're too much for me sometimes, you know that? But I don't think I'd take you any other way.

You can take me any way you bloody well please.

[His head came back up, his eyes wide and dark as he reached for her, trying to draw her forwards on him, to get her where he wanted her the most.]

I'm going to be incredibly annoyed if I wind up making a mess all over your hands instead of inside you.

Mm, I don't know. It'd be kind of flattering.

[A twitch of her lips to let him know she was just teasing, arching into his hands as she tried to position herself over him. She gripped him carefully, feeling that slick heat and throb of him in her palm that told her he may not have been joking. She raised her hips a bit further as she guided him against her slit, brushing the tip of his cock over the little bundle of nerves there and feeling a shudder roll through her before she angled him right where she wanted him.]

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