moving to undo the buttons. If she wanted a nap she could have a nap. Did I want her spread out beneath me, writhing in pleasure and dragging her nails down my back? Fuck yeah. But also I just wanted to see her smiling like that.
I was pretty sure I’d get both though, because her eyes tracked my hands on my chest with eager interest, her thighs shifting together.
“I’m sorry for being an ass,” I said, pulling the hem of my shirt free of my pants, going for my buckle next, feeling the blood rush from my heart to my cock as Deyva’s tongue peeked out and wet her lips.
“I know you are. Talk about me like a chore or a burden again and I’ll chain myself up in the basement to starve instead, okay?” It was a gentle warning but I swallowed and nodded, holding Deyva’s gaze before her eyes fell back down to my crotch. “Continue, please.”
I was no incubus, and I wasn’t about to make a real performance out of stripping, but I took my time and Deyva wasn’t shy about enjoying the view. One hand slid down from my pillow to drag her fingertips over her collarbone and then to play aimlessly with her own breasts as she watched me drop my pants and underwear to the floor, kicking out of them.
I don’t deserve this, I thought as I watched her thighs part in anticipation, but for once it wasn’t a thought laced with shame. No man deserved someone as exquisite as Deyva. Well, maybe Zach, but he was an idiot for not seeing it and I wasn’t planning on spelling it out to him anytime soon. Not when Deyva seemed content to have me.
“You feel really nice,” she said dreamily.
“I haven’t touched you yet,” I said. We were both totally naked now, just gazing at one another, and I reached down to stroke my cock when her hand reached out and beat me to it, her perfect grip making me grunt and buck toward the bed.
“Your emotions are doing the work for you. I feel all...sunshiney. Keep it coming.”
I mourned the loss of the picture of Deyva spread out for me as she rolled in my direction, shifting onto her belly and perching her face in front of my cock. But then I got the picture of her dark hair cascading down her back to rest just above the dimples over her ass. I liked that too.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped as a warm tongue flicked out to lap at the head of my cock. “Wait, no, this wasn’t—Dey, I was gonna.”
“Lemme have a snack,” Deyva said, pulling on my cock in a way that was both a caress and an urge closer.
I stumbled, my thighs hitting the edge of the bed and groaned as Deyva took me directly into her mouth, her ass wiggling happily on the bed as she slurped and licked lazily around the head of my cock.
“Deyva, babe—” she snorted at that, “Guys don’t usually get their cocks sucked when they have to apologize.”
“Guys don’t usually get to feed hungry succubi who just went to extreme lengths to save their asses,” Deyva said, pushing my cock up toward my stomach and flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth over the ridge on the underside of the head in a way that made my thighs feel weak. “Consider it a perk. This is what I want, Stavros. You can have your turn next.”
I was totally gonna tell her to quit worrying about my heart rate and get me hard again as soon as she was done, so I could fuck her all slow and tenderly, the way I’d meant to.
Deyva drew me deep into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard and I groaned up at the ceiling, my hands falling into her hair. My fingertips bumped at the root of her horns and I realized I’d never touched them before. I took them in both of my hands, trying to distract myself from Deyva’s determined mouth and the way my cock kept nudging against the back of her throat like she’d never even heard of a gag reflex. I squeezed her horns and then all of the sudden she made a sharp whining sound that vibrated down my length and made me buck roughly.
Deyva gasped as I pulled out, my hands tangling in her hair as I tried to retreat.
“Shit, sorry, did that hurt, I—”
“Nooo, it felt good. Don’t