Page 24 of Love in the Dark

Cherrie bites Azazel’s bottom lip, drawing blood as she arches her back and her eyes roll back in pleasure. Breaking the kiss, Azazel trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

“Cum with me, Babygirl.”

Cherrie's hips buck off the bed, her hands tangling in the sheets as she tries to anchor herself against the overwhelming sensations. Azazel laces his fingers with Cherrie’s as they orgasm together. Their moans fill the room, their orgasms ripping through them–strong enough to upset the cosmic balance.

Azazel slowly pulls out of Cherrie and with deliberate slowness, slides down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a path of wet kisses along her stomach. Kneeling between her thighs, Azazel parts Cherrie's folds with his thumbs, exposing her glistening pinkness. He leans in, his breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh, causing her to shudder. With a flick of his tongue, he teases her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. He smiles at the sight of cum dripping out of her.

“You're mine, Cherrie. My little stuffed twinkie.”

Azazel sticks out his tongue and lets the cum drip into his mouth. He stands and grips Cherrie’s face forcing her mouth open as he spits the cum inside, leaving her to swallow every drop..

“And you're mine, Azazel. Forever.”

Azazel puts his hand out. “Let’s get you all cleaned up and fed my queen.”

Cherrie tries to jump out of bed, but one foot gets caught in the sheet, and she ends up face-planting the floor. She giggles and puts a thumbs up in the air.

“Five second rule!”

Azazel giggles. “Get up, ya goofball”

…

Cherrie steps into the shower, the hot water cascading down her body, washing away the sweat and evidence of their lovemaking. Her skin glows in the steam, her curves accentuated by the water's caress. She closes her eyes, tilting her face toward the showerhead, enjoying the sensation.

“You're so beautiful, Cherrie. I love watching the water run over your body.”

“It feels amazing. But I have a feeling you're going to make it even better.”

Azazel slowly lifts Cherrie’s chin so their eyes meet. “Oh, I plan to. But first, let me wash that gorgeous hair of yours.”

He reaches for the shampoo, squeezing a generous amount into his palm. With gentle, massaging motions, he works the lather into Cherrie's hair, his fingers kneading her scalp, sending shivers down her spine. The scent of the shampoo fills the steamy air, a sweet, floral fragrance that adds to the sensual atmosphere.

Cherrie takes a breath and closes her eyes.

“Mmm, that feels so good. You have magic hands, Azazel.”

Azazel's hands move with purpose, his fingers working the shampoo into a rich lather, ensuring every strand of Cherrie's hair is thoroughly cleansed. He takes his time, his touch firm yet gentle, and his breath warm against her neck.

“Thank you for always taking care of me and spoiling me, Daddy.”

Azazel smiles. “I aim to please, my love. But I'm not done with you yet.”

With that, Azazel reaches for the body wash, his hands gliding over Cherrie's body, covering her in a layer of creamy lather. His touch is deliberate, his fingers exploring every inch of her curves.–from the soft swell of her breasts, to the roundness of her hips.

His hands glide over her body with expert precision, his fingers finding her most sensitive spots, eliciting gasps and moans from her plump lips. He teases her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, causing her to arch her back and press into his touch.

As the shower fills with steam, their bodies become a blur of passion and desire. Azazel's hands roam freely, exploring every inch of Cherrie's wet, soapy skin. He kneels, his lips trailing down her body, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites, until he reaches her throbbing core.

“Azazel, please.” Cherrie moans

“Patience, my love. I'm going to make this last.”

He continues to tease her, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy over and over again. Cherrie's legs tremble, her body shaking with the effort to hold back her orgasm.

“Please, Az. I can't take much more.”

“That's what I like to hear. But I'm not done with you yet.”

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