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My words die, and I drag my lower lip through my teeth as my throat goes tight. Lucifer cradles my face, his gaze scanning my features with sincerity and awe.
“I want to worship you,” he whispers.
“You already are,” I reply, pulling him up so I can press a kiss to his lips.
I see the shift in his eyes as we separate, something overwhelmingly possessive gleaming in their depths. He pulls me close and then rolls us on the bed, shifting our positions until we’re in the middle of the mattress with me on top, and him beneath me. Except it’s hisfacebeneath my pelvis instead of his hips.
Bracing my hands on the pillow, I glance down at him, feeling my cheeks warm a little. I’ve had guys eat me out before, but never in this position.
“What are you doing?” I breathe.
“Just enjoying the view for a moment,” Lucifer drawls in his deep voice, dragging his focus slowly up from my pussy to my face.
My core clenches in response. “Oh.”
“Grab the headboard,” he instructs in a gruff voice, his hands gliding over my thighs, hips, and waist as he meets my gaze. “And ride my face.”
My cheeks are growing darker by the second, but my pussy is growing wetter too. So I do as he instructed, taking hold of the polished wood as I cautiously lower myself onto his face. Peering down through my eyelashes, I watch him lift his head a little, his tongue connecting with my pussy and gliding across my folds in a long lick.
“Fuuuuck.”
Moaning, I keep hold of the headboard and fight to keep my eyes open, still a bit overwhelmed by having him pleasure me like this. And he’s taking his time with it too. His tongue traces over every inch of my pussy with care and attention, as if he refuses to miss a single part of me. When he sucks on my clit, my breath hitches, my fingers tightening around the wooden headboard.
How is he so good at this? How does he know just what to do to drive me wild?
A little thrill moves through me, and my hips start to sink lower, seeking out more of the intense pleasure Lucifer’s tongue is offering. I realize what I’m doing after half a second and start to lift up again, but before I can, he snakes his arms around my legs and pulls me back into position. Our eyes meet, and his are burning like twin flames.
“I said ride my face,” he rumbles, “not sit on it gently.”
Oh fuck. I don’t think it’s possible for my face to be redder.
“I mean, I thought the phrases were interchangeable,” I mutter in a humorous tone, although I can tell he’s definitely not joking.
He starts to kiss and lick my pussy again, his fingers digging deeply into the flesh of my thighs as his words vibrate against my skin. “They’re not. Use me for your pleasure. Take control.Ride me.”
Each statement is broken up by pauses for him to attack my pussy with his tongue, and even though I haven’t been speaking at all, I’m panting for breath by the time he finishes.
“I want you, Sophia,” he rasps before kissing my clit. “I want to please you. I’m here, right now, to serve you and nothing more. Let me give you pleasure. It’s all I want.”
As if to punctuate his words, he scrapes his teeth lightly over my sensitive little bud. I yelp, grinding down against his face as an unconscious reaction to the bite of pain-edged pleasure.
“Very good,” he praises, his voice muffled as he spears his tongue into me before beginning to lap at me in earnest.
Something about the way he holds nothing back gives me the confidence to do the same, and I slowly start to obey his command. My heart thuds heavily in my chest as I let go of my self-conscious worries smothering him to death with my pussy.
Besides, demons are hard to kill, aren’t they? It’s not like I could literally take him out like this. And he just confessed how beautiful I am to him. If he really wants this, if it turns him on as much as it’s turning me on, what am I holding back for?
My hips slowly start to rock back and forth, chasing the feeling of his tongue right where I need it, and one hand drops from the headboard to his hair to grip the strands slightly.
“That’s right,” he mutters. “Soak my face, little bird. You’re so fucking wet already.”
“Tell me if you can’t breathe,” I warn, rolling my hips against his face as my head falls back.
He snorts softly, as if he won’t do any such thing and finds the suggestion comical. Then he pulls me down even harder, growling against my slick skin.
“Fuck!” I squeal, my body tensing as a spike of pleasure shoots through me.
He doesn’t let up, and with every flick of his tongue and caress of his lips, I get more and more lost in the pleasure of what he’s doing. My worries about smothering him fall away, and I gyrate shamelessly on his face for my own pleasure, sending his tongue deeper inside my core or sliding upward to make him work my clit. Breathless curses slip from my lips as I greedily ride his mouth, loving every selfish moment.
