Lucifer

you tasted like heaven.

and trust him, he’d know.

lucifer swore he could stay between your thighs forever. with your heels digging into his back, thighs squeezing the sides of his face, he was in pure bliss as his tongue licked a fat stripe up your thigh, teeth sinking slightly into the squishy flesh. lucifer had one hand gripping your thigh, nails digging into the skin, his other hand between his own legs.

when you flinched from his bite he let his tongue soothe the wound, moving to shift further up between your legs.

his cock was aching, leaking onto his hand and the floor below him as he teased you, giggling at every whine and tug of his hair.

placing his tongue flat to the inner side of your other thigh, he gave this one a kiss, the temptation to sink his teeth into this side insanely strong. but he resisted, letting out a hum when your hands tugged on his hair.

your back was arched beautifully on the bed, face flushed and sweaty, eyes focused on the parts of his face you could see. he thought you were absolutely stunning like this.

letting out a hum, his tongue pressed against your clit and he couldn’t stop the giggle he let out when you yelped.

he could stay here forever. he’d suffocate between your legs if you’d let him- and he’s one hundred percent sure it would be a noble death. getting crushed by your legs around his head? just thinking about it has his cock leaking into his hand.

oh, yeah. he was hard.

he had almost forgotten- too caught up on you. unable to hold back the groan he was about to let out, he started moving his hand between his legs, a low, throaty sound leaving him, the vibration traveling straight between your legs where his mouth was.

“swear m’gonna stay here forever,” he states, moaning when he finally heard your voice as you spoke- even with the sound being muffled due to your legs.

lucifer was like a starving man; and he was eating you out like you were his first meal in years.