Page 11 of The Dark Elf's Surprise Baby

He must know that I love the dress because he pulls it carefully off my body.

I am only wearing plain underwear underneath the dress, but I hear his breath catch in his throat as he steps back and looks at me.

The room is dark and hot, the windows obscured by dark curtains. Only a sliver of the nighttime sky is on view through a crack in the curtains.

A vase of fresh, heavily scented flowers stands on Demethys’s bureau at the far end of the room. The sweet, herby scent mingles with the fragrance of my arousal and Demethys’s musk.

I lay back on the bed as he pulls off his trousers, and I shiver at the sight of his member. It is hard and erect and beautiful. A droplet of his cum has welled up on the tip.

I want to sit forward, close my lips around it, but he stops me.

“Lay down darling.” His voice is a growl, and he clears his throat quickly.

I lay down and he spreads my legs. The room becomes warmer, more humid, in the minutes that he takes to pull off my underwear.

I shudder this time as he slides his hands up my thighs and waist. He reaches up to cup my breasts, his thumbs stroking my taut, hard nipples.

My head falls back in a sigh as one of his hands slides down my body.

I arch my back, crying out, when he leans his head down to close his mouth around one nipple.

At the same time, his other hand has slipped between my legs. He strokes up and down my slit, before stopping on the most sensitive part of my body.

He strokes my clit and my lower body twists away from him as he moves his mouth from one nipple to the other.

The first climax, when it comes, makes my legs tremble and my breath stop in my throat.

I lay back, gasping as it subsides, rippling away.

He leans down to kiss me again and this time I am more forceful. I want to give him pleasure too.

I reach down between us as we kiss and close my hand around his member. He jerks away from me, and I stop, freezing.

Have I done something wrong?I know that my eyes are wide, and Demethys senses my apprehension.

He shakes his head.

“Your hand around me like that – you’re going to drive me crazy.” His voice is still a growl, and when he kisses me again, he nips at my lower lip with his teeth.

I start stroking him up and down, and my hand becomes wet quickly as more precum leaks from him.

I can feel his veins through his skin as I stroke him, and he pulls away quickly, shuddering, when I start stroking him faster.

“Not yet.” His voice is a gasp, not a growl anymore.

We kiss each other more frantically, our lips meeting skin more often than each other’s lips.

When I lick the skin on his collarbone, it tastes like his musk and sweat and it pulls a sound out of him that I have never heard before.

“Like this,” he whispers, pushing my legs slightly apart. He slides a hand underneath my waist, keeping my lower body slightly elevated.

“Are you okay?”

He murmurs the question in my ear. I nod, my back arched and my body hot with desire.

My eyes close when he pushes inside me gently. He pulls out slowly immediately, leaving only the tip of his member inside me.

“Please.” I speak in a frenzied mumble. “Please.”

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