Page 33 of Halluci-Dating A Demon
“And I wouldn’t be too happy if you did.” A smile tugs at my lips. “I really love the taste. Never cared for most things seen as edible here in my world, but I love trying everything in yours at least once.”
“Everything, huh? You’ll soon learn the hard way that not everything’s worth trying.” He snickers, wiping his face with a napkin.
As soon as we’re done eating, we both clear the table and I show him the rest of my place in under ten minutes, ending the tour with my room.
“You have a bed,” he says with a little surprise in his voice.
“I do. I like reading in it or just lounging around.”
“It’s very big for someone as small as you.’
“Yeah, but it’ll be perfect for the two of us.” Linking my fingers with his, I drag him down to the edge of the mattress.
“Does that mean you plan on spending most of the weekend in it with me?” His tone deepens.
“I certainly wouldn’t mind. We do spend a lot of time in your bed, and now we can spend some in mine.” Scooting closer, I stroke his cheek, and he kisses my fingers.
“Something tells me I might enjoy being in yours a lot more,” he whispers against my lips.
“Why do you say that?” My breaths mingle with his.
“Because I get to touch you and whisper lots of sweet things in your ear as you’re coming from my cock.”
A shudder runs through me and when I try to hide my arousal under my hand, he slides it away, wearing a wicked grin. “Don’t do that. Let me see. I want everything I make you feel to be right on the surface.”
Slipping a hand up one leg opening of my romper, his face lights up when his skin meets mine. No panties today. For one, it’s laundry day, and another, I didn’t think they were necessary. With the way he’s staring at me and sliding his hand further between my thighs, I’m starting to think clothes aren’t either.
“You always feel so good.” His tongue slips between my lips, forcing its way further into my mouth, and I cling to it like a lifeline. My hips lift as he strokes my cock.
“I need this off.” Fingers wrapped tightly around the strap of my romper, he gives it a tug. “It’s getting in my way.” He licks at my lips, unbuttoning the front, and I laugh.
“Take it off me, then.”
Wasting no time, he strips us both of our clothes and drags me higher up the bed. Attacking my mouth with his, he rubs his erection over mine. Our hips sync together, matching one another’s thrusts. Hand on my waist, he uses the other to line his cock with mine, and a rush of pleasure explodes behind my eyes as his skin brushes over my sensitive nerves.
Unintelligible sounds slip from my lips as I’m pushed closer to the edge, skin slapping skin. He spits into his hand and we glide easier together, my cock throbbing from being rubbed by hishand and dick at the same time. Brain short circuiting, I come on a cry and kiss him when I need to be grounded from floating too high.
His hands slides up my body as he uses me to chase the rest of his orgasm, tensing up against me as cum splashes both our skin. “Look at you.” He shoves his thumb into my mouth, tugging on my bottom lip.
“So damn pretty and perfect. So wrecked from what I did to you.”
With his forehead pressing to mine, he steadies his breathing and drags his fingers through his release. My lips part as he shoves them into my mouth, rubbing them over my tongue. I suck on his skin, whimpering when he pulls away, but I’m not without for long. Scooping my release up next, he brings his fingers back to my mouth and adds it to my tongue with the remnants of his. We taste so good together.
I seal my lips over his so he can experience it too, and his tongue attacks mine in desperation. We’re breathless as we pull apart, sweat slicking our skin as he drags a blanket over us. His breaths are shallow first, falling into a steady rhythm, and I snuggle in closer, following right behind him.
***
Elias is missing from the bed when I wake up and I frown at the cold sheets that were once warm with his body. Footsteps approach my room, and I sit up against the headboard, my gaze turning to where they’re coming from. Elias appears with a smile, holding up his phone. “Hey, Mr. I Don’t Sleep. I got us tickets to see a movie playing tomorrow afternoon. Afterward, we can go out to this ice-cream parlor on the other side of base. You’ve probably been there but we haven’t been there together.”
Rubbing my face, I gawk at him. I fell asleep. How? I haven’t fallen asleep since I was a kid, and that was only because I was trying so hard to blend in with the human kids I heard about. I wanted dolls like them and to play on swing sets too. Sleep was one of those very few things that wasn’t unachievable.
We didn’t sleep or need to, but we could. I was certain I’d forgotten how. While living outside the gates, finding a safe place to rest hadn’t been easy, so I’d gotten used to being on guard most of my life. Now I couldn’t convince myself I was safe enough to doze, even after living on base for a year. Here, the screeching hasn’t stopped though. No gates can block the sounds this world creates.
“I was sleeping. How long?” Sitting up straighter, I run my hands through my hair.
“I don’t know. I guess as long as me?” His lips tilt. “The half-asleep look is working for you, though.” He crawls back into bed and tugs at my chin to bring my lips to his.
“Good, because if I’m falling asleep with you the first night we spend together, you may have to get used to it. I think you might produce your own sleeping dust.” I rub my nose over his, soaking up his warmth. Humans have so much of it and his is addicting.
