Chapter 12: Demo

Cole opened his eyes on his own bed in his own apartment, feeling invigorated by the fact that he was still hugging Paige tight. "Now where were we before Leo interrupted?" He rolled over with her so that he could lean over her and enjoy that little grin she gave him in anticipation. Phoebe's been over the top about Cole's skill is bed, now she'll have the chance to experience it. But if he wasn't the prince of passion with her as well, then his heart still belonged to Phoebe, paradoxically, hell bent on killing him. Not that weird actually if you thought about their history, about Belthazor arriving to eliminate the Charmed Ones. On the wrong thought trail, she got uneasy. What if it really wasn't right ever trusting a demon? However, the nagging voice in her head got silenced quickly as she marveled at the nature of his touch. He was caressing her face, seemingly very focused on the activity, softly running his fingertips over every contour of the sides of her face, jaw, lips and nose, just like a blind person would do. It was as if he was drinking her in, seeing her, sensing her for the first time in a way that was worth remembering, worth imprinting in the pores of his body.

"How long are you intending to have this wet stuff on? You see even a suicide puts dry clothes on before he tries," Cole indicated his shirt, then tugged on her dress.

"Not long," Paige managed unevenly, nearly jumping out her panties all by herself when his hand moved under the fabric of her dress again and pulled the zip from the inside. He lifted her up to get rid of the unnecessary nuisance of their clothes and magically held her in the air till he could strip her roughly, completely and quickly, then thrown his own shirt off with an urgency that made the item sizzle and turn to ashes where it fell.

Neither of them saw it though, she slid her hands over his chest up to his shoulders to encircle him and pull him down on her.

He slowly complied, his mouth barely touched her when his tongue made love to her mouth, sliding in and out, only made faster by intensifying desire and her pull of his tongue towards herself, her mouth filled at the same time as she arched up to him and freed his erection urgently.

"Not yet," he hushed her quietly, teasingly, but he continued to stroke her breasts in slow circles, sensation making her unable to utter a word. She will be the slave of this passion now.

As his lips were parted from hers now, allowing him to speak, he moved them lower and to the valley between her breasts, all over her belly and his teeth gently pulled her bellybutton ring. He grinned up, then briefly came back to touch her lips with his, short and seductive, taking it away from her so that she'd want it more. His fingers were doing the same, teasingly barely grazing and stroking at the outside of her vagina till she was hissing and grabbing and bucking against him in an attempt to satisfy her need.

Cole, however, wasn't finished teasing. He slid higher so that it was his erection that was stimulating her belly, rubbing against it. Its tip slipped into her navel as much as the ring let it, then enjoyed an easy entrance into her slit, aided by her ample wetness. Yet his fingers still rubbed against her sensitive spot. He achieved that she was now feeling lost to this world, engulfed in the sensations he was offering, the velvet motion of him inside her.

"Tell me if this is what you want for sure," he asked her as if reason never left him during their foreplay. "Me."

It took Paige a little while to understand that unless there was an answer coming from her and preferably a positive one, Cole'd not continue. She wriggled under him at the lack of movement and willed her throat to form some intelligible sounds. "I want you, I need you now."

Cole shook her, "no, not now. Not without meaning."

"I'll stand by you. I promise, I keep my promises, you know." She was feeling dizzy. So much energy was building up in her, without release. She brought her legs around his bottocks and started to rock her hips. Maybe it was her turn to convince him. She ran a hand through his hair, seductively munched at his lips softly and with her other hand, she reached down close to where his hand was and touched the underside of his cock. She felt him throbbing hard inside her, she knew he wouldn't need much encouragement, but she didn't want this encounter to be a just some pointless display of animal instincts between a whitelighter witch and a demon. She wanted him to know she was making love, so therefore instead of playing with his balls as she intended a minute ago, she grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed it, letting the depths of her soul reflect in her eyes when she looked at him. The rest was lost in the need.

Tbc