Page 92 of The Fallen
Probably a bad thing to say to a demon but I didn't think clearly when it came to him. Otherwise, I wouldn't be standing infront of him naked with a straining erection, desperate for those hands of his.
When he reached out with both and gripped me firmly by the hips, my entire body tingled with excitement.
He took his time, feeling my skin, almost measuring my flesh, gently squeezing any of the meaty parts, like my ass and my pecks.
"Can I taste?" he asked in a whisper.
I probably should have asked if he meant literally, hewasa demon, but he had also asked so politely that I nodded straight away.
When he bent his head over me, he went for my nipples first.
I don't know what I expected, but his hot, soft mouth surprised me, especially when he sucked one into his mouth and gently bit down on the nub.
I bucked unexpectedly and his hands caught me, holding me steady while he licked and tasted my nipples, then my neck. My cock was straining, untouched, desperate for some of that hot, wet heat.
When he finally lifted, I was pretty much desperate. To get off, to see him, to kiss him.
"I want to see you," I gasped, looking straight into his hood.
Without thinking, I reached for it, about to push it off his head, without thinking, sure that he was at least mostly human looking under there.
A soft, raspy breath reached my cheek and then suddenly I was standing alone. I stumbled at the sudden loss and stood there for a moment, too stunned to fully accept what had happened.
I'd scared him off.
I looked down at my hard cock. It was dripping wet and completely neglected.
"Shit," I muttered.
***
For nearly a week, he didn't come back. Not until when I fell into a proper sleep paralysis.
That night, I lay there immobile and frustrated, watching him, watching me. He didn't touch me, and I didn't get to ask him why he'd run away.
Just like last time, the epiphany came in the morning.
He had really felt like the blushing virgin to me that first night. Even the second one had felt like he was just starting to come out of his shell.
And I'd never seen his face before. So, demanding that right in the middle of our intimacy was probably enough to set him on edge.
Somehow, I made it through the day and when I shut off the light I sat on the edge of my bed again, ready to speak to the empty room.
"Are you feeling shy?" I asked. "You don't have to show me your face if you don't want to. I'd just really like to see it..."
"You'll be scared."
The reply was instant, and I looked around, not yet seeing him.
"Maybe," I said, shrugging. "What do you look like?"
A shadow fell over me, and I glanced over, finding him standing there in his spot in front of the window.
"Not like you."
"Well, that's good," I said, unable to hold back a smile. "I'm not that much of a narcissist. I don't want to sleep with myself."
"...but you want to sleep with me?"
