Page 119 of Red Demon
“I don’t think I’ve ever done this before,” she confessed, running her hands along my jaw. “Any of this. Is that okay?”
I chuckled into her navel, tracing my fingers between her thighs with a feather light touch. She hissed in pleasure, so I did that again. “You’re my first … woman.”
She just smiled in relief, and I didn’t let her say any more. With that first taste of nectar between her thighs, my fears melted away; her taste was a drug I got lost in. I lost all my inhibitions, listening for the change in every breath with every slow stroke of my tongue, every nibble.
She opened her legs wider, giving me room to explore. She bloomed for me as I arced my mouth, fluttering a kiss at her clit, my cock throbbing as she gasped above me. I buried my face between her thighs, unable to get enough. Her growl vibrated my face as my hand trailed up her body. I kissed and sucked until she closed her eyes, loving every sound she made.
“J-Jesse.” Her hand in my hair was as gentle as I refused to be, reading her every gasp and twitch. She had enough of gentleness, responding when I attacked her bud with my tongue, bringing my hands around her to knead the muscles of her ass. She gripped the tree for balance, her thighs quaking around me. I looked up at her face lost in pleasure, and I was almost overcome right there. I had to close my eyes, focusing on the rise and fall of her breasts.
“Tell me what you want.” I ran my chin against the soft, smooth skin between her thighs. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Y-You,” she said.
I fluttered my tongue against her again, drifting one finger up and down her leg, tracing the trail where she’d dripped for me. I meandered up her leg, following that sweet drop all the way home, hesitating at her opening before deciding to swirl my tongue around it. I pressed one finger in, slow. She gasped.
“Me what?” Her walls were slick and warm around my fingers. I imagined my cock gripped there instead. But she was so tight around just that one finger. That wouldn’t do. I worked the finger in and out.
“You, just you. Voids,” she said, only after I pulled away.
“And what if I want too much,” I growled against her, forcing in a second finger as she gripped me from within. She was still so tight. I needed her ready for me. She leaned into the tree, her chest heaving in quick gasps.
“I want too much, Far.” I released her to grip her hips and devour her with my mouth once more. When her knees buckled and I worried she would lose her grip on sanity, I guided her down to the moss beneath a tree and positioned my face back between her legs, my fingers back into her. Her walls pulsed around me as I picked up a pace, thrusting harder. I could see her holding back with everything she had, gripping the tree, staring down at me in wonder. “Don’t fight me, please yield.” My teeth scraped along her inner thigh before I came back home, those taut muscles clenching with every thrust, and I heard her incoherent whimpers with every gasped breath.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Yield,” I demanded.
Her breath came in sharp little gasps as she arced from the ground. Her fingers clenched in my hair as she came for me.
I kissed her bloom with a smile, unrelenting as she cried out under me. She tried to pull back, shivering under my touch. I pushed the edge of her wave, building it higher, higher. She fell apart beneath me, her scream echoing in the woods. I made comforting sounds, letting her come down just enough, refusing to let go completely, refusing to ever let go.
“I want more Far,” I growled, dipping my face down again.
Her back arched, as I had her come undone again on the floor of that forest, writhing under me until she sobbed with joy.
I pulled back, my fingers glistening with the proof of her pleasure, as she leaned back against the tree, gasping for air, her pert little breasts heaving.
“Jesse,” she begged, looking down at me, but I lost myself in the simple joy in her face.
I swallowed. I wanted to see that look on her face forever.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” I kissed my way back up her body.
She growled, then sat up, using every bit of her strength and speed to remove my pants, freeing the fabric covering my erection. Only when I was nude and wanting before her did she freeze, eyes wide as she looked between my cock and my face, hungry. She ventured one hand, then another to touch me, feather-light. I shivered.
“Good?” she asked, studying my face for the answer.
She could read me so well. I groaned in response as she gripped tighter.
She knelt before me, looking up with those beautiful eyes before her open-mouthed gaze flitted to my straining, pulsing erection. She stretched a finger up my length, cradling my balls with her other hand, bringing her face closer before her hot breath surrounded me.
“Voids, Far,” I choked out, as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. “Slower—I’m so close already, Far.”
She swallowed me slowly, halfway, cleaning every bit of pre-cum on the way back.
“Good?” she asked around a mouthful of me. I choked out a guttural sound as she swallowed me whole with relish.
