THIRTY NINE

Elodie

I thought I'd seen Azeroth wild with hunger before. In his office, in the conference room. Even those times are nothing compared to the fevered way he devours my pussy now.

He hauls me half off the sofa and buries his face against me, moaning into my wet folds. Then that long tongue goes to work on every sensitive part of me over and over until I'm clutching the throw pillows, and lifting my hips to grind against him.

When I look down and see his intense expression, I nearly come right then. He pulls back from suckling my clit and slides his tongue all the way inside me, making me squirm. But it's torment. That's not where I need him now. I'm so wound up.

I can't help it. I reach down and grab his horns, pulling him back to my clit. A wicked grin flashes across his face as he bares sharp teeth. "You need it here, hmm? Don't be shy. You don't have to be gentle with me."

Then he goes straight back to business, dipping his head, lapping and sucking at my clit until I'm ready to explode. "Yes, yes, yes. Right there, oh that's so good."

He groans against me, deep and low. The vibrations do melty, gorgeous things right where I need them. Then I can't hold back any longer.

I grip his horns tight and hold him against me. "Oh, God, keep going just like that."

His claws tighten in my thighs, but it only excites me.

"So good, baby. I love your mouth on me."

I'm edging now, drifting on the cusp of my orgasm, because it's almost too good to give into. Then Azeroth slips his fingers deep inside my pussy and I lose all control.

I buck and shudder around his fingers. He always knows just how to touch me. With just a little pressure against the sensitive part inside of me, I'm coming apart, spinning in slow, lazy circles of pleasure until it finally fades.

When he slows, I lift up on my elbows to look down at him. He glances up, but doesn't stop. I could easily give in to this and slide into another orgasm and another, but there's something we've never done.

"Azeroth?"

"Mmm?"

"Will you do something for me, please?"

He lifts his mouth a mere inch from my pussy to speak. "Anything. Name it."

"Come sit on the couch."

Without complaint, he releases me and does as I've asked. But when he reaches for me, as if I might climb into his lap, I situate myself between his legs instead and kneel.

Azeroth's eyes go wide. The bulge of his cock jumps beneath his pants.

Very slowly, I reach up and undo his belt.

"Oh, fuck." His head tips back as I undo the fly and release his cock.

It springs into my hands, begging for me to play with it, so that's just what I do.

Azeroth groans while I stroke him leisurely up and down, noticing the way the head is tapered with a heavy ridge like the end of his tail. I rub my thumb along it, and his groan turns into broken laughter. "Mmm, not so sweet when you're toying with me are you? Holy hells, this feels too good, but I'm about to make a mess of your hand."

I lick my lips, still concentrating on his cock. I'm listening, but I can't stop. I can't believe I've never taken the opportunity until now.

A thick veiny line runs along the base and as I play with it, tiny spikes flex from the shaft as it twitches. They're like the ones on his shoulders, only not so hard and they're what feel just amazing inside me. "Look at you," I whisper, in awe. His cock jumps in my hand again and I grin.

Azeroth sucks in a breath as I stroke him again, this time putting a little more pressure on the shaft.

"Are you finished tormenting me yet? Because I'd really, really like to be inside that sweet little cunt."

I shake my head. "I don't think you want that, do you? I think what you really want is to be good until I'm finished playing with you. Until you think you can't stand it a moment longer. Then you want to make love to me until I come for you again."

He lets out a long, low growl, but when I look up his eyes are laughing. "Oh, that is most definitely what I want, angel."

"How perfect that we want the same thing." I make myself comfortable and find a rhythm, speeding my movements, until I notice him lifting his hips. His tail curls around me, as if he's afraid I might stop or move away—not a chance! I love the way the bumps on his shaft tease my palm, the way moisture beads at the tip. His skin is always warm, but here he's hot. Heavy and throbbing under my touch. I can't get enough.

My pussy flutters when clear liquid dribbles from the slit and runs over my knuckles. The muscles in his arms bulge as he grips the back of the sofa. His flat belly is taut and his chest rises and falls rapidly.

"Be good," I say in warning. "Not yet." Then I lower my head to taste, holding him at the base firmly while I take the tip into my mouth.

The noise that comes from Azeroth when I slide him inside my mouth is somewhere between joy and agony. I flick my gaze up to watch the intense expression in his blazing blue eyes. I can't help my moan.

"Can't. Take. Much. More." Each word is forced out through gritted teeth.

Regretfully, I release him. He sags back against the sofa with a sigh. He opens his eyes as I stand and climb into his lap.

"You're always so good for me." Leaning forward, I kiss his nose. "I think you know what I want now."

Azeroth's cock jumps against my backside. "What's that, sweet? Say it."

I reach behind and take him in my hand. "I want to come around your cock."

His mouth falls open as I sink down slowly over him. I savor the throb of him deep inside. "Anything, angel. Anything."

His hands go to my waist and his claws dig in just enough to let me know he needs this desperately.

If I ever had any doubts about the way he feels, the look Azeroth gives me as I begin to move would put them all to rest. As it is, I haven't doubted for a while, so all it does is fuel my pleasure. When I get tired, he knows instantly. The beautiful thing about having a lover who can read my mind.

Strong hands at my hips lift me up, guiding me until I'm hardly doing anything but hanging on for the ride.

Inside me those little nubs rub against all the right places and pressure builds right up through my core.

I sink deep over him and grind my body against his, reaching for the stars so he can join me.

I've never seen Azeroth sweat, but the tension is obvious in his shoulders and the firm line of his jaw. It softens when he sees me watching him so closely. "Take what you need, Elodie. It's all yours. Always. You know I'd do anything to please you."

"You do. Believe me." It's getting harder to speak as I grind, pressure building inside me.

"I love to hear it." With a spark of energy I'm beginning to recognize, Azeroth shoots pleasure straight to my clit. Like the most powerful wand or suction toy condensed into a single moment, it bursts inside me. I gasp. I hover there for a moment, gaze locked on his, connected so intimately I know he feels it when I finally get there.

I still tell him. "Oh, shit. I'm going to—"

He thrusts inside me, lifting me and bringing me down on his cock in a rhythm I have no hope of matching on my own. "That's it, Elodie. Do it for me."

At the last moment, I clutch his shoulders and throw my head back. Then I hang on for dear life as pleasure swells and overtakes me. My orgasm curls my toes and makes my legs cramp. It leaves me breathless and gasping, and I giggle at the intensity.

At the very last moment, while tiny aftershocks trickle from my core, Azeroth lets go too.

With a guttural groan, he buries his face in my neck. His arms wrap tight around me, bringing us close again, holding me impaled on his cock.

Then he shakes and jerks, gripping me tight. "Fuck. Fuck! You're the fucking best thing that ever happened to me, Elodie."

We're quiet for a while. I stroke his hair as his breathing slows. He rests his head against my breasts. His cock pulses gently inside me with the last of his pleasure.

I savor the feeling.

After a while, he lifts his head. "I wish you could see inside me like I see inside you, and know how much you mean to me. I wish you could see that you'll never have to doubt me. Not ever again."

I hold his face in my hands and smile down at him. "Oh, you silly demon. I see you. I see your heart. And I know."

A hopeful smile lifts the corners of his mouth. He looks so devastatingly handsome, I have no choice but to lean down and kiss him. Soft kisses lead to deep, passionate ones. Kisses lead to caresses and pretty soon he's carrying me to his bed so we can start all over again.