We pulled out some of Lucian and Connie's pajamas and got really comfortable before sliding into the bed. I clicked off the bedside lamp.
"It feels strange to lay here and know that they're in the guest room and we're not Lucian and Connie anymore," Luc said into the darkened room.
"It does."
I laid on my back with the blankets pulled up to my chest until Luc nudged my foot with his under the covers. "I'm sorry I was so hard on you about Ariel," he whispered. "I've been trying to imagine how I would've reacted. I don't think I would've done what you did, but I understand you were under a great deal of strain."
His words meant a lot, especially compounded with the fact that he wasn't a man that apologized easily. I reached over and shifted my body, so I faced him. "Luc, we're partners. Even when one of us doesn't know what's going on. We look out for each other, always. I knew you weren't being that harsh intentionally. You were grieving, too."
His warm hand against my cheek felt great. Love radiated from him, something that he'd shown me very infrequently over the last few centuries. "I didn't mean to grow so distant," he whispered. When he leaned forward to capture my lips, I was more than ready for him. I opened to let him slip his tongue inside. He'd been with me the whole evening, yet somehow, he tasted like toothpaste.
Suddenly conscious of my mouth, I slipped a little magic in to clean my body and teeth.
Much better.
His hands roamed my clothes, and I realized they were in the way, too. With another thought, I removed both of our pajamas and snuggled close to his naked body.
His hard, smooth, naked body. With one part poking me pretty hard in the lower stomach.
Reaching between us, I wrapped my hand around his length and smiled around his lips when he hissed into my mouth at my touch.
I loved getting a visceral reaction from him. His smooth skin glided under my hand as I stroked his length and clenched my core muscles in anticipation. I wanted to feel him inside me
Lucifer put his hands between us, too, so I adjusted and lifted my leg over his, still on our sides. He slipped one finger between my lips and moaned into my mouth as his tongue danced with mine. Suddenly, I was desperate for his kisses and his touch. I wanted more and more.
My hand moved faster, my grip more insistent as his finger buried itself in my folds and found my lightning bolt. It was my turn to hiss and moan into his mouth as he moved his finger over my clit, pressing hard and stroking so that the desire in me turned into a raging torrent of passion.
Moving his hand just as I was about to crest over my first orgasm, he slipped two fingers inside me but soon pressed his palm against my mound so that when he moved his hand and fingers, it stimulated my little nub at the same time, though in a more muted way.
I lost all sense of how hard or fast my hand moved over his dick. I was pretty sure I kept rhythm with his finger movements, but all I could think about was the way his fingers teased me inside. He knew the way to the perfect spot. He found it fast and brought the orgasm that had slipped away back to the surface, but this time it was deeper, more violent. My body jerked as my core convulsed and the orgasm broke over me.
I couldn't stop myself from falling against him and burying my face in his neck. Luc growled low in his throat when my teeth sank into the skin there. My entire body was one clenched muscle as the orgasm pounded through my body like a violent wave from an ocean storm.
I screamed into his neck, which broke his reserve. He pulled away and moved me quickly, flipping me onto my stomach, flat on the bed. I arched my back to stick my ass into the air and looked over my shoulder. Lucifer used the juices on his hand from my core to spread slickness over his dick, then guided it toward me.
He slipped inside me and my vaginal walls clenched around him as if they had a mind of their own and were so relieved to finally have him there.
But then he laid his body on mine, keeping most of his weight off with his knees and elbows, and he began to move.
He set a relentless pace off the bat, slamming his front into my back. Every time he filled me fully, his groin slapped against my ass with an audible smack that filled the air and made my senses tremble.
Another orgasm built, and Lucifer began heaving and gasping. He was close as well. I arched my back further to give him deeper access and was rewarded with the angle changing enough so that the head of his penis hit my g-spot every time he pushed forward.
To keep from screaming out into the bedroom and alerting the rest of the house, I grabbed a pillow and yelled into it, my voice rising in a staccato form with each thrust of Lucifer's hips.
This orgasm wasn't quite so violent, but it was enough to make me clench the pillow as the emotions, feelings, and power of the moment exploded through my body.
Lucifer finished buried deep inside me with his hands on my hips. He collapsed beside me while I magicked away the mess and snuggled close to him. His labored breathing told me how much he'd enjoyed himself because he was in pristine physical shape. No physical exertion like this would make him pant. I smiled as I turned the lights off with my mind and cooled his body with a moment's thought.
"Thanks," he whispered. Sleep sounded heavy on his words. "I love you."
I fell asleep easily, my mind
