pulled it over my head, leaving behind the bra I'd had to create that morning. Bel's eyes dropped to my chest, and then his hand moved to my waist, those long fingers reaching all the way back to my spine. Behind him, his tail thrashed once before he stopped it.
"You may," I said as I reached for the front of his pants. "And Sam can watch. Or play."
"I think it's time our girl learned how to show off," Sam said, and I heard something heavy hit the ground.
Looking over, I realized that was his boot. The other came off a moment later, then Sam simply dropped his pants and stepped out of them, making his way toward the bed the whole time. Damn, but he looked good as a demon, right down to the dick that was making it clear he was enjoying this.
So I worked at Bel's laces a little faster. Seriously, he needed to consider buttons on these things, but when the knot came free, all I had to do was pull. As the constriction eased, Bel let out a sigh, and then he reached to the side and lifted his leg so he could pull off his own boots. I didn't have that problem. I just toed off my shoes, deciding that there were a few benefits to being the only human in the room.
But when his feet were bare, Bel didn't strip. Instead, he kissed me again, and his hand moved to the front of my pants. With a twist of his wrist, he opened them and began to push them lower. At the same time, his other hand slid behind my back to release my bra. The moment that clasp was undone, I shrugged the straps over my shoulders, tossing the whole thing away.
As he bent to ease off my pants, Bel snuck in a kiss just beneath my belly button. I lifted first one leg, then the other, until I stood before him completely bare. Slowly, Bel pushed his hands up the outside of my legs, as if savoring every inch of my skin. It felt as if he worshipped me. There was no other word to describe both the gentleness and determination of his touch. Then he kissed the spot at the base of my sternum. The hollow of my throat came next. Last was the side of my neck before he found my mouth again.
His touch was careful but insistent. The size of him was almost intimidating. The last time we'd been together, he'd been a fairy, made smaller so he'd blend in, but the man before me now was all demon. He was taller, broader, and so much more amazing this way. Just as both of his hands cupped my jaw on either side, his wings reached down to tug my hips closer.
And I couldn't take any more. I leaned into him, sliding my bare skin against his chest, and my hands sought out the waistband of his pants, but my mouth had already found his. I pushed, only able to reach so far and completely distracted by his lips. Then he caught my lower lip and sucked it into his mouth, but the sound he made could only be described as animalistic.
Soft, sweet, gentle, Beelzebub was a monster, and I was under no delusions that he was anything else. He had me right where he wanted me, and I couldn't even get his pants all the way down. Yet the moment I relaxed into him, he lifted. I hooked one leg over his hip and could feel him. He was right there, pressing against the junction of my legs, but just a bit too far away for me to do anything about it. I wanted to, though, so bad.
Then my back found the wall again. He pushed me into it, using it to hold both of us up so that he could bend a little lower. His wings held most of my weight, and the wall gave him leverage, leaving his hands free to torment me as he wanted - and I wanted all of it. Both thumbs found my hardened nipples and teased the tips. I arched into it, pushing my hips even closer, and the damn demon ground his hardness against me. His dick slipped between my folds, but at the wrong angle, sliding against my clit hard enough to make me moan.
He drank in the sound, but his hands didn't stop. Sparks of pleasure raced up my