Page 18 of My Demon Mate

“Yes, baby,” I grumble, taking in his every reaction. I cannot wait to have him fully, to worship his body since it was made just for me. “Is it too much?”

Everest shakes his head, soft keens leaving his lips. “Not enough. Not … can I … touch you?”

“Anything,” I breathe, kissing gently over his reddened bottom lip.

His hands inch from my shoulder and move between us. Everest grasps me at the base, taking over stroking me. A loud groan explodes from my throat as Everest jerks me, touching me for the first time.

Fuck, he feels good. His soft hands grip me with the right amount of pressure, jerking me from my base to my cockhead with messy but deliberate strokes. My hips buck as I fuck the circle of his fist, wanting to get to that finish line because of his ministrations. Everest says he is inexperienced, but he is fucking perfect right now. Bringing me pleasure as he takes his own. I jerk him faster, my hand moving in a blur over his shaft.

“Oh god,” he moans, his hand faltering on me, but I could not care less. Watching Everest come apart like this keeps me rock hard, fluid oozing from my crown. I could watch him all day and never get tired of the sight before me.

Everest thrusts up into my palms, moaning wildly as he chases his orgasms. I bend and take his lips again, kissing him hard as I pump his cock, pulling every sound and twitch and moan from him.

“Please, Raven. I feel … I’ve never felt like this,” Everest moans when he snatches his lips from mine. “What are you …” His voice trails off as I twist my hand at his crown. “I’m … I’m… oh fuck!”

Everest trembles, his cock swelling in my hand. Tightening my grip, I jerk him off faster, trying to make him reach his climax. Three strokes later, Everest releases a strangled moan and his orgasm floods my hand. His hips buck in an uneven rhythm as I keep jerking him, pulling every last drop from him. Everest shudders, body bowing in on himself as he shudders.

He flops back on the bed, chest heaving as he gently moves my hand from his still hard dick. His body is pliant, laid out under me as if he does not want to move. I made a mess of his belly, his come saturating his skin.

Everest looks at me with half-lidded eyes and raises his hand to point at my straining erection. “Come, baby. I want to watch.”

Fuck, Everest will end my existence with his shy commands.

Giving him one last kiss, I sit back on my heels. I swipe in the mess on his belly, using his spend to bring myself pleasure.

As I stare down at him—his pink cheeks, swollen lips, lust filled eyes and his sated smile—I tug on my cock with fervor. It does not take me long to milk my orgasm from my cock onto him. Everest’s wide eyes stare at my hand as I work myself over, pushing me over the edge.

Leaning over his prone body, I come with a shout, painting his stomach and chest. Tremors roll down my spine as rope after thick rope of my release mingles with Everest’s.

To avoid falling over and crushing him with my weight, I sit back on my heels, matching the sated smile he wears. “That was amazing,” he says, his breathing still sawing in and out of his lungs, reflecting my own.

“It was. Are you okay?”

“Perfect, my big, hot demon.”

I give him a quick kiss, then snap my fingers and summon a wet cloth and a glass of water. I set the water on the night stand and get Everest cleaned up. When he’s free of our mingled eruptions, he drinks half of the glass of water. He hands it to me and I sip from it gratefully, my throat dry and raw from my moans and grunts.

When I am done with the water, I pull him against my chest, holding him close. “I am glad I have you, baby. I do not want to let you go.”

“Lucky for you,” Everest murmurs sleepily, “you won’t have to.”

CHAPTER 8

EVEREST

The next morning, I do something I’ve never done before—I swap shifts at the diner with someone. I call Danae and ask her to take the morning shift while I come in during her hours in the evening. She says she doesn’t mind, as her boyfriend was asleep after a long shift at the hospital. I thank her profusely and climb back in bed beside Raven. He’s not asleep, but we decided we didn’t want to leave bed for a few more hours.

Last night was amazing. Almost magical. No one has ever touched me like that before. He took me to the brink quickly, and I exploded way before I wanted to. I wanted to enjoy what he did to me longer, but he played my body too well. The way he kissed me and stroked me and crowded me with his much bigger body was a heady experience. One I won’t soon forget. My nerve endings were alight with barely contained pleasure, an orgasm the only way I could come apart without exploding from my skin.

When I wrapped my hand around his shaft and felt him thrust into my grip, I felt desired, needed. I felt like, in that moment, I was all he needed. I’m not sure how true that is, but I felt elated nonetheless.

Hell, I’m still riding that wave, flying high at the memory of how I made him so hot that he couldn’t control the movement of his hips and how his strong body surged against mine. What would it feel like if he fucked me that same way? He said my body would accommodate his huge cock. How will he use it to drive me wild? The thought of a more intense release than the one he gave me last night is mind boggling.

Raven’s dick—in this form—is beautiful. Well above average and thick, a large vein running down the center. I loved how the warm weight felt in my hand. I can’t wait to feel it again. To be completely honest, I wouldn’t mind mating with him now.

God, that’s such an old fashioned word to use. Mate. But Raven says it like it means more than fucking, but I can’t figure out what more would be.

I tried once to stick a few fingers in my ass to see what it felt like to be fucked when the time came for me to give my virginity to someone. It hurt too much to get more than two fingers inside, even with lube. After that failed experiment, I never tried again. Not only was I afraid of the pain, but I also didn’t want that to be in the forefront of my mind when I had sex for the first time.

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