Page 36 of Witch's Exile
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Deja
Iwoke up the way every woman deserves to-- sandwiched between two gorgeous, naked men.
Sal spooned me from behind, his lips softly breathing behind my ear, muscular legs curled around mine and one hand with a gentle grip on my breast. The bicep of his other arm cushioned my head like a pillow.
Raum slept on his stomach in front of me, his broad shoulders and biceps on display with his arms curled underneath his pillow. His face was partially hidden behind his arm and his hair spilled out on the pillow like a mess of dark raven feathers. I watched mesmerized as his body rose and fell rhythmically with his breathing, his eyes moving back and forth underneath his eyelids.
I wondered what demons dreamed about. They didn't need to sleep like humans did but not even immortals could deny the wonders of an amazing nap.
Torn between wanting to continue watching him or waking him to hear his sexy morning voice, I skimmed my hand down his back and slowly back up again. Soft skin over hard muscles greeted my touch. He wore my sigil as a tattoo between his shoulder blades, seated directly above Lucifer's.
Tracing the lines with my fingers didn't wake him, so I slid out from Sal's embrace to lazily drag myself on top of Raum's back. He only stirred when I began pressing kisses to his shoulders and upper back.
"Mm." He tried to roll over but seemed confused by my body draped on top of him. "What're you doing?" he groaned groggily.
"Giving you your morning sugar," I quipped, trailing my lips along the curve from his neck to his shoulder.
He made more noises of pleasure but I could feel him growing restless underneath me. I giggled as he shifted and groaned, never able to give up control for longer than a few minutes. When he finally had enough he rolled over lazily, crushing me between his back and the mattress.
"Get off me, I'm suffocating!" But I laughed the whole time as he yawned and stretched as if I wasn't even there. Not even tickling his sides made him move. I poked Sal to rescue me but he just mumbled something in his sleep and flipped over on his other side, the traitor.
Only when I reached around and grabbed Raum's balls and threatened to squeeze as hard as he was crushing me did he slide off, grinning the whole time.
"Asshole," I coughed and laughed at the same time.
"And didn't you miss me so much?" he purred, dropping hot kisses to my throat that made me press against him again.
"No."
He laughed, sliding a large hand down my body to cup between my legs. The heat and pressure of his palm made me gasp and buck my hips. My clit was still incredibly sensitive from all the fun we had yesterday.
Before I could tell him off again, he sucked my nipple into his mouth, teasing it into a rock solid point with his teeth until I was whimpering with need.
He tugged on it as he pulled away, sending another sharp jolt to my clit as he grinned.
"Miss me now?"
"Maybe a little," I murmured.
He caught my mouth and devoured me as he continued rocking his palm steadily against my swollen vulva. My fingers skimmed down his hard torso and stroked him into full hardness. I was so incredibly on edge, my pleasure spilled over into release within minutes. He groaned approvingly as I thrashed against his palm, lowering his mouth to my neck.
Together we finished him off, first with me stroking until my arm was sore, then he stroked himself to completion in my mouth. I nearly came again just from watching him. There was something so inexplicably hot about a man pleasuring himself.
He ordered me to lick him clean--which I did happily-- before laying back in his arms. Sated, cozy, and content, I tucked my head underneath his chin. Sal's deep even breathing behind me indicated that he missed out on watching our fun. I swore that guy could sleep through a hurricane. And like an actual cat, he'd be happy to sleep eighteen hours a day.
"I have a present for you," Raum murmured as he played with my hair spilling down my back.
"Oh? Like that morning orgasm wasn't enough?" I snickered. "Please, continue spoiling me to make up for not speaking to me for a week."
"Yeah right," he scoffed. "Morning orgasms should be a routine, not a gift." His voice lowered to a sultry whisper. "And I intend on making it one 'cause I'm never leaving you again, baby."
My insides fluttered with delight and I couldn't stop the smile that followed. "I knew there was a reason why I liked you." I kissed the center of his chest. "So what's my present?"
"It's from me and Sal, actually. We caught it last night while you were sleeping."
I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him, puzzled. "What are you talking about?"
