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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.]

I think you like the idea of me being embarrassed...

[His voice trailed off when she started to finally move, a groan trying to escape him, but he bit his lips to muffle it. His hands were on her thighs, sliding up over her hips and along her sides until he was teasing his thumbs over her nipples. Then she had to go and do that, letting him feel the slick heat of her against the head of his cock, and he grabbed for her hips again, thrusting up and into her with a startled gasp.]

You, embarrassed? Never.

[A shuddering moan rocked through her body as he slid inside her, both hands gripping at the headboard as she tightened around him. She kept her hips still for a brief moment, getting used to the size and shape of him stretching her as she slowly lowered herself. And then finally she moved, a glorious little rolling motion over him, before she settled more firmly in his lap until he was sheathed fully inside.]

[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?

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