Page 114 of Even Angels fall
The chair rolls to me with no resistance, and Elhyor’s narrow hips end up nestled between my thighs.
“I like where your mind is going, Little Devil,” Elhyor says, and I can feel his beast rumble under my hands.
“Yeah?” I ask, even if I don’t give him time to actually answer my question. Instead, I tug some more on his shirt and bring his lips to mine.
He wanted to let me command while we were on the holo; I might try that in other ways, too.
I slowly lick the corner of his lips and then I suck his lower lip between mine before kissing him very slowly. Except for his lips against mine, Elhyor isn’t moving. He’s letting me do as I please without rushing me. Even his hands are settled on my hips, not trying to get me closer to the edge of the desk.
I’m taking my time, tasting his lips on mine and tangling my tongue with his, all without rushing anything. This isn’t about an itch that I want to scratch. This is me wanting to show him appreciation, just the way he did when he trusted me with leading his people.
So, I’m not trying to appeal to the beast inside of him; I’m just enjoying the feel of him under my mouth.
It doesn’t prevent me from growing wet, though, because I know exactly where I want this to go.
For a second, I stop kissing him, just long enough to tug at the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head, and then I’m kissing him again.
But this time, I don’t stay on his lips. I pepper open-mouthed kisses on the edge of his jaw, feeling the prickly hairs of his beard, then ever so slowly trail kisses against the side of his neck, the hollow of his collarbone, the top of his chest…
And when I feel like I’m bending too much for my taste, I push him again so that his chair rolls away a bit.
Elhyor opens his legs and beckons me to come to him.
I comply, but not the way he was expecting if I believe the way his eyes widen for a fraction of a second.
I drop to my knees in front of him, hands on his thighs, but I don’t go directly where I want to be. Instead, I torturously start back where I stopped.
I kiss each of his nipples—okay, maybe I bit one and made him hiss a bit—and then the top of his abs, drawing with my lips the lines of tattoos on his skin.
I kiss his navel and then the line of blond hairs, slightly darker than his hair, that goes down under the waistband of his underwear that peeks under his cargo pants.
That’s when I finally reach for his belt.
Without saying anything, Elhyor lets me unbuckle it, then draw it away. I open his zipper, and then he helps me pull the pants and the boxer briefs he’s wearing to his knees and then leave me to remove them completely. I fumble a bit with the shoes, but I’m grateful that he doesn’t ask if I’m sure about what I’m doing.
It’s not like I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m very inexperienced when it comes to blowjobs, and I might be sure I want to do that for him, but I’m totally not sure what I’m really doing.
I might suck at it.
I snort at my own thoughts and manage to hide the sound when I drop his second shoe on the ground behind me at the same time.
Anyway, I’m doing it.
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Ilook at him from between his thighs and if I had any doubts about the fact that what I’m about to do turns him on, the massive hard-on that is currently in front of me would quash any thought like that.
“Little Devil, you’re killing me. You’re so beautiful on your knees for me,” Elhyor says with hooded eyes.
He looks like a king in his chair, and I want nothing else than to make him feel like one, too.
I want to be a seductress, but I’m tentative at first, sliding my hands on his inner thighs before I finally reach for his cock. With my right hand, I circle the base of it and slowly stroke the underside, where all his piercings are.
I wonder how they’ll feel in my mouth.
I keep my left hand on his thigh, and without letting my eyes stray from Elhyor, I start to move my right hand. It doesn’t feel right, though. Something is missing.
