Victoria's Demon Lover - By Alia Bess Page 0,45

and played with his cock while he touched her. He lay on his side, allowing her plenty of access. She stroked him slowly and gently, not wanting to get him so excited he might stop the caresses.

She was enjoying the strokes of his hands on her skin as a cat does. She stretched and moved, responding to his hands as his cock responded to hers by becoming as hard as iron. She could not resist making soft moaning sounds as he brought a finger up and over one of her nipples. She squeezed him and he groaned. He put his head down over her breasts and took a nipple in his mouth and pulled gently first with his teeth then his lips until she had to let go of his cock.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, arching her back. “Oh.”

“You like that, my little cat,” he murmured. “Well. I learned something in Paris you might enjoy even more.” He grinned down at her. “I admit that I think I will enjoy it as well.” His hand smoothed over the curve of her belly and to the cleft between her legs. He touched her clit with one finger until she squirmed again. She reached for his cock, but he moved his hips out of range. “In a minute, love. This first.” He rose on one elbow and slid lower on the bed until he positioned himself out of sight between her knees. She rose up on her elbows to see what he was doing.

“No, lie down. Relax,” he said.

She did. She blinked, realizing what was coming. “Ah,” she said. Her memories of the fumbling attempts of past lovers at cunnilingus made her smile. She knew Jack would do a better job, and when she felt his tongue slide between the folds between her legs she was certain. Her demon had pleasured her this way. She arched her hips up to meet his mouth and he held her down.

“Mmmm,” he said.

“Ah,” she said again, trying not to move. He was circling the clit with just the tip of his tongue now, making her tingle and glow from her middle out to her feet. She clenched and unclenched her toes in ecstasy. Her knees trembled as he gently tugged at her labia with his teeth between light touches around the clit. She could not help stiffening her muscles. She twisted herself to increase the contact and he held her just as tightly away. Still his tongue flicked and flicked at her clit until she shuddered, her knees squeezed his head and her toes raked his sides.

“God God God,” she cried as the pleasure increased. There had never been an orgasm like this in the history of the world. Victoria wanted to scream but she could not breathe. She panted, blinking rapidly. Instead of fading like a well-behaved orgasm, this one continued to peak with every feathery touch of his tongue until her hips and legs began to fight him. She kicked and bucked, but he was stronger and was enjoying this too much. He held her down with his blacksmith muscles. The tongue touched her over and over, with just a whisper of contact until she was mad with it. She finally had enough air to cry out, but instead of the piercing scream, the sound that came out was a low deep moan. He stopped and took his face from her body and waited for the moaning to stop.

“Oh ah,” she breathed.

“Yes.” He put his feet on the floor and stood by the bed so she could see his erection. “You are as soft and smooth as butter, little Maggs. This will slide in and you will not wince this time.”

He climbed over her and slid it in, his shoulders bunched as he held himself over her body. His hips pushed himself inside all the way in until their bodies touched hip to hip. Victoria gasped with the new sensations. The old orgasm had not dissipated, and she felt its dying embers ignite again as his thick cock entered her and tugged at her clit. She felt her vagina greet his hardness with waves of pleasurable contractions. He threw his head back and sighed, feeling the welcoming squeezes. He did not move, but stayed inside her, pushing when he could not help himself, but not withdrawing. He went down on his elbows so he could kiss her and Victoria brought his tongue into her mouth and sucked it, then chewed gently on his