Page 73 of My Demon Neighbor
"Good morning," I murmured against his throat before kissing him some more. I was on his right side, with him on his back and half of my body on top of him. His arm squeezed around my middle, and I hummed as I licked at his smooth skin. It tasted like smoke, spicy with a slightly bitter taste, and I loved it.
Shifting a little, I reached for his lips, and he blinked at me before meeting me halfway, kissing me back with equal fervor.
I didn't know if I'd ever feel comfortable enough to completely bare myself to him, to give him all of me. But I knew that I wanted to be closer to Pythor, closer than I'd been until now.
Pythor would never push me, never ask me for more than I was capable of giving him, and that made it so damned easy to want to give him everything.
I slid my tongue over his lower lip, and he parted them for me, allowing my tongue inside. Licking around his mouth, I moaned as I felt my cock harden in my sleep pants. It wasn't the first time I'd gotten hard around him, but it was the first time I wasn't actively ignoring my erection. Or Pythor's, since I could feel it press against the thigh I'd slid between his legs as I practically climbed on top of him.
"Will you shift?" I mumbled against his lips, since I always felt more comfortable when I could see his true form. He was just so different like that, so clearly not a mere man, that it made it easier for me to remember who he was when I started panicking. And right then, I really didn't want things to end in a panic attack.
Instead of replying, I felt his body shift under me, the change taking less than a few seconds as his body grew.
"Your wings," I murmured, trying to climb off him, but he tightened his hold on me.
"They're okay. Nothing can hurt me, remember?"
I nodded, and once I was sure he wasn't lying, I kissed him again as I trailed my right hand down his bare chest, soaking in the warmth of his skin.
When my fingers brushed against the waistband of his leather pants, I pulled back from the kiss to meet his eyes. They were darker than usual, his lips wet and so damned soft that I couldn't resist kissing them again before forcing myself to pull back.
"May I?" I asked, tugging at his waistband, and his eyes searched my face for a long moment before he nodded.
Smiling, I unbuttoned his pants and tugged at them, then remembered they were leather, and glanced back up at him.
"Can you just?" I snapped my fingers in demonstration, and he grinned, then snapped his fingers, making his pants disappear.
"Fuck," I mumbled as my hand fell on his cloth-covered dick, the hard erection straining against the material of his boxers.
Leaning up, I kissed him again as I slid my hand under his boxers, then over his cock, humming at the feel of it. It was hot against my palm, thick and a little longer than mine. His skin was silky soft, but also kinda leathery, like the skin on his wings. That little tactile detail made it easy for me to remember whose cock I had in my hand as I started sliding my palm up and down his length, and he groaned into my mouth, his whole body stilling as he held himself in check.
Fuck, how could this demon be so damned good? How could he still be focused on my comfort instead of chasing after his own pleasure? How had I gotten so fucking lucky?
I froze when I realized I'd been rutting against his hip as I jerked him off, but then he gave me a squeeze. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice soft and warm against my lips. "Take your pleasure from me, Codie. It's okay."
Exhaling shakily, I started moving again, our lips moving messily against each other's as I continued jerking Pythor off.
"Shit!" he growled, alerting me he was close, and it took only a few moments for him to spill over my fist, his cum warm and thick as it covered my hand.
I could feel my own climax drawing near, and I tucked my face against his neck as I chased it, my hips stuttering as I rocked against Pythor, as he held me close and kissed my head and any part of me he could reach.
"Pythor!" I gasped out as I fell over the edge, my whole body shaking as I spilled into my underwear and tremors rocked through me.
I didn't realize I'd started crying until a sob escaped my lips, and Pythor snapped his fingers, making the mess in my hand and boxers disappear as he tugged me until I was fully on top of him before wrapping his wings around me.
I clung to him, my face pressed between his pecs, and he let me hide as the emotions overwhelmed me.
It wasn't that I hated what we'd done, or that it'd triggered me. I just felt... unmoored. Like Pythor was the only thing holding me here and I'd float away if he let go.
I'd been so afraid they'd taken this from me forever, that I'd never be able to be intimate with someone, but I'd proven they hadn't.
Most of the credit went to Pythor because I was sure I couldn't do this with anyone else. Pythor made me feel safe, made me feel like I could do anything as long as he was with me. He made me feelbrave.
