Page 51 of My Demon Assistant

"You're very huggable," he said by way of explanation, making me snort.

"So are you. But I was thinking we could do something more than hugging."

"Cuddling?" he suggested far too innocently, but didn't pull back.

"More than that," I said, then decided to demonstrate by licking his nipple. Like the rest of him, it was bigger in this form, and I sucked the nub into my mouth, biting down on it gently.

"Oh fuck!" Eshim gasped as his arms tightened around me, and I huffed.

"Too tight, love."

We both froze, and then I scrambled to explain. "It was—I didn't—a pet name. It was a form of expression. Not—not that." I realized I'd made it weird, so I tried to recover by digging myself further into the hole. "Not that I don't think it could be that at some point, just not right now."

When I gathered the courage to glance up at Eshim, he was grinning at me.

The breath went out of me with a whoosh, and I slumped into him. "Fuck."

"You're adorable, Jerry."

Eshim

I was old enough to understand calling someone 'love' in the heat of the moment wasn't a confession, but it was fun to watch Jerry squirm and get more and more flustered as he tried to explain himself.

I was in no rush to put labels on our feelings. I was happy just being with Jerry, and I wanted to experience and enjoy every little milestone with him.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his, smiling when he reacted instantly, his hands reaching up to press against my chest as he deepened the kiss.

His thumbs teased over my nipples, making me groan into the kiss. My nipples had always been sensitive, but with my mate touching them, they felt like live wires, sparking wildly at every soft brush of his skin.

Sliding my fingers into his hair, I tilted his head to get better access to his mouth, sliding two hands under his shirt at the same time so I could touch his warm skin.

"I love kissing you," I murmured against his lips, then turned my attention to his neck, tasting his skin as he caught his breath.

Frustrated by the limited reach, I sat up, pulling Jerry with me.

"Whoa!" he gasped, then grabbed onto my shoulders as I pulled him into my lap, his legs thrown on either side of me, his ass perfectly perched on my thighs.

"Okay?" I confirmed, and he laughed.

"Yes. Very okay."

Grinning, I went back to his neck, licking the warm skin and leaving soft, gentle bites down his throat as his palms roamed over my back.

"Move back. I wanna take my shirt off."

Definitely not in the mood to move, I snapped my fingers, and Jerry huffed as our t-shirts disappeared into the ether. I'd sent it straight to the laundry basket in his bathroom. He wouldn't be needing it again anyway.

"Or you can do that, I guess. Why'd you leave the pants on?" he almost whined, and I chuckled into his skin before sending our sweatpants and his underwear into the laundry basket as well.

"Much better," Jerry said with a happy sigh, then rocked his ass directly over my cock.

I loved being close to Jerry like this, but I wanted more. Pulling back, I waited until Jerry met my eyes, then almost lost my plane of thought at the sight of his dark eyes and flushed cheeks. His hair was a tangled mess from my fingers, and I made a mental note to brush it later. I loved playing with his hair, and he'd told me I was much better at it than Gunner, whatever that meant.

Remembering what I'd been planning to ask, I cupped his cheek with a free hand and asked, "Top, bottom, either, neither?"

Jerry blinked, clearly surprised by the sudden question, but then he leaned up and pressed his lips to mine, speaking the words right against them. "Anything. Everything."

Shuddering at his warmth and closeness, I picked him up by his hips and thighs—I was more grateful for my second set of arms in that moment than ever before—and laid him down on the bed, then straddled his thighs as he gazed up at me, waiting patiently. His faith in me made me feel ten feet tall, and I couldn't help leaning down and pulling him into a deep kiss.

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