"Keep your shoes on."
He's here. His voice sent shivers down my spine and had my temperature rising. I straightened from my bent-over position and turned around to face him.
His appearance didn't change one bit over the four month absence. Crowley looked absolutely the same, except maybe a bit more attractive; I have a thing for scruff and it suits him well. Crowley's eyes traveled over my body;slowly. Trying to picture what he did, I closed my eyes. Red, a red dress that hugged my curves so well that it might be illegal in some states. I saw the slight curve of my breasts. I chose not to wear a bra that night because I didn't want the extra lines and my breasts are small enough I could pull it off. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel him linger there and my nipples started to harden under his stare. The dress was at modest length, hitting right a mid thigh. My long legs were made even longer by the fact that I was wearing three inch heels. No longer was I 6'1", now I was 6'4" towering over most men, and in a dress that could send a man with heart problems to the hospital.
I felt Crowley move towards me, and that pushed me to open my eyes. He slowly unbuttoned his coat all while not breaking eye contact. Crowley could probably see my pulse beating in my neck, but I wasn't ashamed. This man, no, this King made me feel like the only girl in the world.
"You look beautiful, darling." The flush that had appeared when I first saw Crowley, deepened and I opened my mouth to respond, but was cut off. "But I want to know, why the fuck you thought it was appropriate to wear a dress like that, and not wear a bra. You look like sex. "
Not expecting his rebuke, I didn't know what to say. Ever since my first night with Crowley, I have felt an overwhelming sense of confidence. If this King of Hell thought I was beautiful, then who gives a fuck about what humanity has to say. Not lying, it has been rough goings. After that night, this is the first time I have physically seen him and it has obviously taken me off guard. Crowley would leave me flowers sometimes, and the last gift was a necklace that had some foreign language inscribed in it.
"Unfortunately', Crowley's words broke my reverie and refocused my attention to him,' you will have to accept the punishment for wearing such a scandalous, enticing outfit, but that will come later."
Afraid of what that punishment might be, I was about to say something when Crowley yanked me by my upper arm and pulled me down to his level. Our lips came together almost painfully, but that was the last bit of discomfort I felt all night. Soft lips with a contrasting roughness of his facial hair, had me moan and gave Crowley the opportunity to sneak his tongue out and run them over my lips. Focusing on his taste and trying to tease him with my own tongue, I didn't realize that Crowley was walking me backwards to the bed, until the back of my knees touched the comforter.
Turning us so that Crowley was sitting on the bed, he pulled me into his lap. My dress was tight to begin with, but the movement of straddling Crowley's lap had it roll up to rest at my waist. With no shame, I moved closer and was able to straddle him better; with my core right above his very hard, very obvious erection. Putting both of his hands on the back of my thighs, he ran them up to squeeze my ass and then continued up to where the dress was resting at my waist. He grabbed the scrunched up dress and pulled it over my head.
"Do you have any idea how bad I want you?" He solidified his question by quickly grabbing my waist and pushing me down onto his clothed erection.
My head fell back and exposed my neck, which Crowley quickly began kissing. "Fuck, I don't know if I can do foreplay tonight. Just fuck me, please." My plea come out rough because of the way my neck was angled.
I was slowly grinding myself into Crowley's lap, trying to get the point across that I was ready. I was so fucking wet that there was no way he didn't already know that. Pausing at my collarbone, Crowley licked all the way up to my ear.
"I don't care if you are ready, I haven't seen you in four months and I've forgotten what you've tasted like. My memory doesn't give you justice."
With that Crowley laid back and yanked my hand with him so that I was on all fours, kneeling over his body.
"Sit on my face."
Embarrassment started creeping into my desire, "Um, I don't know if you want that."
Crowley's mouth broke into a wide grin and he pulled my face down so our noses were touching, "I want my face to be covered in your cum, I know what I want."
The embarrassment fled and was replaced with desire so strong it left me breathless. Still unsure, I straightened up and slowly made my way up Crowley's body. Getting to the point where I had to finally put my knees on either side of his face, I paused and that made Crowley take matters into his own hands. Grabbing my left thigh, he pulled it so my knee was above his shoulder but out a bit so I was spread. He used his other hand to do the exact same thing with my right leg.
"You smell so good." That was the last thing he said before tugging my hips down so I was resting on his face, or that I at least heard.
Letting go of control, I let myself focus on him. His mouth was open, pressed tight against my core. His tongue pressed against my opening, causing me to gasp, and then he led his tongue through my folds to play with my clit. Circling it, he then closed his lips around the nub. Softly giving open mouthed kisses to my clit had me moaning uncontrollably. One of my hands found my left breast and began pinching and pulling at my nipple, while my other hand found the wall and was used to steady myself. I was grinding on his face, I couldn't help it and I didn't care. I needed pressure, I wanted him.
"Crowley, I need to cum." I was begging, but I didn't care.
Shockingly, Crowley gave into my begging. He started to lick my pussy with a flat tongue and that drove me insane. I was getting so close. Crowley knew that and decided to focus on my clit. Alternating between sucking and circling it with tight little flicks, I was getting closer and closer to what I needed. Crowley knew my body better than I did and he knew what I needed to fly over the edge. Pushing my body up and forward, Crowley created a space between his mouth and my pussy, but careful enough not to break the contact between my clit and his tongue. I didn't have a chance to ask if everything was okay, he brought his hand from behind and swiftly entered two fingers inside of me.
"Ah! Fuck, please." My body lurched forward with the sudden intrusion and my head hit the wall, I left it there.
With Crowley's devoted attention to my clit and his thick fingers pumping into my pussy, it took less than a minute to finish me. My back arched and I momentarily forgot how to breathe. I was grinding my pussy hard into Crowley's face to the point I don't think he could breathe, but I didn't hear him complain. I rode his face out in time to the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My inner walls gripped his fingers tightly and I knew my juice was running down his fingers and making a mess everywhere. I tried to disconnect myself elegantly. I fell to the side. One of my legs rested atop Crowley's chest and the other was folded underneath me. I didn't move, I couldn't, I didn't want to.
"Bloody fucking hell. That was amazing." Crowley sat up and moved to kneel in-between my legs.
"Now love, how about we get to that 'fucking' scene you were talking about earlier." With a snap of his fingers, Crowley's clothes seemed to vanish within thin air, leaving him completely naked between my thighs.
"But I wanted to undress you..." I intentionally put pout-iness into my voice, undressing Crowley was a treat.
Not replying, Crowley opened my legs wider and entered me in one swift movement.
"Oh shit." My words came out on a scream.
Pulling out, Crowley slammed back into me. Setting a brutally fast pace, he lifted my legs and put one over each shoulder. This caused him to sink even deeper than I thought possible. Leaning forward, Crowley tangled a hand into my hair and pulled, hard. My back arched and this caused him to effectively hit my clit every time he pounded into me.
"Look at me." Snapping my eyes up to his, I did as I was told.
"Every time you touch yourself. Every time you finger yourself. Every time you reach for your dildo, I want you to think of this moment. Only. I. Can. Fill. You. This. Way." Each punctuation was filled with such a deep thrust I thought he was going to break something inside of me.
"Yes, only you." My reply was short because Crowley crashed his lips against mine and stopped me form saying anything else.
Caught unaware, my second orgasm snuck up and took my breath away. I pushed my head back into the pillow and opened my mouth on a silent scream. Crowley pumped faster until he couldn't hold back. He grabbed my waist and thrust into me one last time before yelling out my name.
Rolling off of me, he gathered me into his arms and rested his face in the crook of my neck. Completely and utterly satisfied. His body was comfortable cuddle into.
"I missed you." Hearing this confession, he nuzzled my neck and left a soft kiss, "I know."
Comfortable silence filled the room until I remembered something. "Can I take my shoes off now?"
Crowley grinned into my neck, and with a snap of his fingers my shoes were gone.