Page 25 of The Demigod

It was only maybe two or three hours before her whole body jerked hard as she came awake with a start.

“What—“ she said, struggling against my hold.

“Easy, sweetness,” I said, hearing how thick my voice had gotten as my desire had slowly grown over the past few hours. And all the wiggling she was doing wasn’t helping anything either.

“Daemon?” she asked, voice slow with sleep.

“Know any other snuggling demons?”

“I don’t… I was waiting for you,” she said.

“And you fell asleep right on the ground by the tree,” I told her.

“What? No. I slept all day.”

“Seems like that wasn’t enough.”

“Why did you let me sleep?”

“Honestly, wasn’t sure I could have woken you up if I wanted to.”

“I don’t know how that happened,” she said. “I was just sitting there… then I was waking up.” There was a moment where she just sat there with that information. “That’s actually kind of scary,” she decided.

“How about we stick together for the rest of the night?” I suggested.

“Maybe that’s smart,” she agreed. “Hopefully after some more sleep, I will feel more like myself tomorrow.”

With that, she finally started to move again, making her rock on my lap.

“Wait, I—“ I started, trying to grab her hips, stop her from feeling just how affected I was by her nearness.

It was too late, though.

She wiggled.

And then she was right on top of my cock.

Her gasp morphed into a throaty moan as my hips did a little automatic thrust, making me rock against the juncture of her thighs.

I watched as her lips fell open, as her eyes went molten.

I knew I was taking a risk doing so, but I couldn’t stop myself from jerking my hips up again. Then again.

Reaching down, I grabbed her legs, spinning her around so her back was against my chest.

Sure, what I really wanted was to spin her toward me, feel her lift up, then slide down on me, her eager pussy tightening around my cock.

But something told me that was hoping for too much too soon.

The way her legs parted as my hand slid up her thigh, though, said that this much, at least, she would allow.

Her head turned in toward my neck, taking a deep breath that caught on a moan as my hand pressed between her thighs.

Even through the thick material of her winter leggings, I could feel the heat of her as I crooked my fingers, pressing more firmly against her clit.

Her hips rocked, silently begging for more of the friction.

And, fuck if I wasn’t happy to give it to her.

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