I Like Long Walks on the Beach

Eliana let him pull her on top of him. She took up the same position he had used on her, knees to his hips as she balanced on them, keeping herself just above his cock. Her acceptance was through action, as she didn't speak again. She didn't bother telling him how much she loved the idea, she was sure he knew, and if he didn't, it could be talked about later.

She lowered herself down, sitting on his lower stomach to keep him from entering her yet. She leaned over him, lips on his in one hungry motion. Her left hand was tangled in his hair, and her right cupped his face to position where she wanted his head.

Every action she made was messy, only roughed by passion and not aggression. She was thoroughly lost in his taste, his skin, his heartbeat. She loved him. She really, really did. It should have scared her, but right then, in his arms, nothing did.

Eli seemed to decide for him. One of her hands reached back and moved his further down over her ass as she continued kissing him. Slow, that was easier now than she thought it would be. To prolong the feeling of him against her, his lips on hers. Grabbing. Needing. Kissing. Touching. It was satisfying. Not that Eli hadn't thought it would be, but she hadn't expected to control herself as easily as she was now.

She eased herself down, pushing him only an inch into her depths before, all at once, taking him in with a sharp, tight gasp that was quickly followed by a pleasing groan. It felt nice to be full, to be complete.

Eli moaned his name against their kiss. Gentle, beckoning, prideful. He was everything she needed then. Her pace was slow, savoring every bit of him. She wanted to feel ever inch of him in detail, know which parts of him felt best. She'd pull him out slowly, but return him to her with haste. She didn't want to be without the fullness he gave for too long.

She broke their kiss and lay her forehead against his, meeting his eyes. Eli was both in the moment and not, what a queer feeling. She was in complete control, but she was so utterly relaxed that nothing mattered. She couldn't remember a time she'd felt something like this.

Eliana liked being on top; she may have liked being held down more, but the top was fun too. Then, she couldn't think of sex she didn't like. "You feel great," she said in a heady whisper. Now she was feeling the familiar pressure. That need for more of him. Always more. She tried to quell the feeling, because she wanted to keep things calm, after all, but it rose and fought against her.

Her movement became more erratic. She sat up, hands on his chest as she rode him, head falling back and throat vibrating with moans. "Oh, Mal." She used one hand to get him to grip her ass with both his own and help steer her.

The best part about being on the bottom was feeling how strong he was above her. She was both trapped and secure and had that wondrous feeling of never getting away (it was wondrous to her, either way). The best part about riding him, each thrust rough with need that only grew the more she fed it, was giving him the view. The way er breasts bounced with her, or how her naval piercing gleamed in the light, or the small tuft of pubic hair that she kept groomed and slight. His arousal further aroused her.

Eliana's cries jacked up in volume the quicker they moved. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she slipped her hands closer to his neck, not quite holding it, but her thumbs did meet at the valley under his Adam's apple.

She was biting her lip harshly every time his tip was the only thing left in her. That was torture of the best kind. The demoness had closed her eyes, lost somewhere far away and crumbling around him again and again. "You're the best," she told him at one point.

Eli would slow and rotate her hips, moving him against her g-spot, which led her to only move thrust him in inch in either direction. She moved a hand to tug lightly at her piercing and traverse her body. She pinched each nipple until they hardened and groped her breast to better stimulate herself.