Yes, this story is now officially rated M.

Chapter 11: He loves me – loves me not

Time, it seemed, did not exist. The next day flew by in an alarming fashion and before she knew it, it was nightfall. Again she felt the pang of nerves she had when confronted with their first sexual encounter. Although this time it was different; there were no rules to concoct or boundaries to erect; they had already been intimate. But it didn't really count; you can be intimate with anyone, but it takes more for actual intimacy to occur.

She'd decided to meet him at the bedroom, to familiarize herself with every aspect of the room before he arrived. Typically, he gave her no ETA, but precedence dictated he'd be there around 10 or so. It was 8pm now, and she had bought her copy of Faust with her to read (or re-read) until he arrived. She opened it to the bookmarked page and began to scan the page.

Something came up behind her, planting small, soft kisses at the gape of her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut at the pleasant intrusion.

'You're early,' she stated quietly.

'I assumed we'd have a long night,' he answered, returning to her neck. Her heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Why was she so excited for this! They were her rules in the first place!

'If not a spouse, a gallant let it be,' he read, kissing along her shoulder, 'among heaven's choicest gifts, I place,' moving to the top of her neck, 'so sweet a darling to embrace,' and along her jaw line, clearly reading from the page she was on. How fitting.

She stood up, and placed her arms on his sides, tracing the invisible stitching of his very expensive suit up and down. Slowly, she undid his tie, pulling it over his head, and onto the floor, revealing the top two buttons of his shit to be undone. She grabbed the sides of his jacket and pulled them towards her, backing slowly towards the bed, not once taking her eyes off him. She sat on its side and pushed the jacket off, allowing it to fall to the ground in a heap.

In that move he pressed his lips against hers, softly, damply, barely touching. She was surprised at how delicate he could be; gentle explorations over outright barraging. He pushed her onto her back, running his hands up her slender spine and down to her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck in response, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He slowly lay down next to her, pulling his legs up on the bed underneath hers, accepting her weight on top of him. Before she knew it each of her knees rested on either side of him, straddling him completely.

The evolution of their positions had made pinpointing exactly when she felt a solid mass at his groin difficult, but considering the sheer number of clothes between them it became understandable. His hands reached around, grabbing her backside and grinding it against his rapidly hardening groin. She let out a soft yelp, as the wave of a minor tremblor washed through every part of her. Catching her before she fell down the far side of the wave, he thrust up again, causing a more intense shudder to wash through her. Her whole body felt as though it was on vibrate; she was so close.

Ending their kiss, he lifted his head from the bed to press his mouth to her throat, part his lips, and gently bite her on the neck. The simple, carnal act sent her over the edge as an earth shattering orgasm overcame her. She moaned loudly, pressing her forehead against his, unable to do anything but wait for the solid wall of pleasure to crumble from her veins.

Finally she could think clearly again and opened her eyes, only to see a very smug smile across his face.

'You're not even naked yet,' he gloated. Scoffing, she kissed him again, subconsciously thrusting at his groin, making him cry out. 'Goddamnit, Something needs to be done about this.' He urged her to an upright position, making it far easier to remove the rest of the clothing between them. She was merely wearing shorts and a shirt. He, however, still had half a suit on.

In a fervent manner, they started tearing off each other's clothing. His buttons proved more of an issue than her top, but in mere seconds they were each topless. He turned her over onto her back, kissing her slowly from her neck downwards to her front-clasp bra. He undid it easily, immediately taking one breast in his mouth, sucking gruffly. Her body arched underneath him in approval, and he pulled his other hand up to massage the other. He nuzzled the bud of her nipple with the stubble on his jaw, and licked the soft, somewhat flattened mound, sagging simply because she was lying on her back. She could feel his hands roam to the crotch of her shorts, massaging every inch of her thighs, but frustratingly, not quite the centre. Moving his lips down to her stomach, he stopped at the button of her denim shorts. He undid it swiftly, and pulled them down her legs. He snickered at the revelation that she had no underwear on.

He planted small kisses in a trail from her inner thighs upwards towards her aching core. Wasting no time, he dove in, licking at every inch of her groin. He inserted two of his fingers, curling them upwards towards her very erogenous G spot, sending her into a pleasure spree again. She could feel all coherent thought scatter as he teased her clitoris with his tongue, dancing with it against the nub of flesh whilst continually flexing his fingers subtly inside her. Little orgasms rippled through her flesh, crunching her stomach muscles and spasming through her thighs. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it in quick successions, causing her to come apart on the bed again, more forcefully than before.

After one solid lap of his tongue like an affectionate Labrador, he rose from her nether regions, pants nowhere to be seen. He kissed her again, and she could taste the sweet musk of her own dew on his tongue. Their kisses became far more vigorous, with a sense of lascivious urgency they did not have before. He ran his hands down the right side of her body to her leg, and pull it up over his shoulder, rubbing his staff up and down against her very wet opening. Positioning himself correctly, he pushed into her, causing both of them to cry out in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, closer, as he ground into her slowly, yet purposefully several more times. But it wasn't enough, she needed more. Time to speed things up.

Pulling her leg down, she forced him over, settling herself atop him, meeting his mouth once more. She felt him thrust up against her, but she stopped him, putting a finger to his lips.

She reached around and grabbed his member, now coated in her own juices, and rubbed it up and down, watching his eyes squeeze shut in a solid effort not to explode. She gradually squeezed her hands tighter, and her motions faster, enjoying the animalistic growl he exhaled every time she reached the head. For her own safety at his growing intolerance, she decided she'd tortured him enough, and positioned herself over him, slowly pressing down.

He responded eagerly, meeting every grind of hers in matched synchronicity. But still, it wasn't enough; she needed more, and she felt as though he was being deliberately soft with her. Experimentally, she flexed the Kegel muscles surrounding his shaft, tightening her inner walls. It tipped him over the edge as she knew it would; letting out an angry growl, he threw her over, and slammed into her, harder and faster in response to her impatience; every movement coupled by a stiff, reverberating moan. Over and over, he'd withdraw almost entirely, then drive near painfully home. His movements became rougher, messier, and uncontrollable, forcing her body to arch up in rising pleasure. She could feel a another release building up just as fast, just as hard until she could feel her vaginal walls contracting, pulsating at the combined strength of her third orgasm and his continued fervent movement. Her entire body seized up, sending spasm after spasm through her body, leaving no point untouched; she got the distinct feeling she would never feel her toes again.

Her last orgasm sent him over the edge, crying out in climax, he spilled his seed all through her, slowly thrusting until he was expended. Panting, he collapsed next to her, both of them remaining silent as they tried to regain the energy to speak.

'Well,' he said, trying to catch his breath, 'I didn't know you had it in you.'

'And you,' she replied, propping herself up on one arm, gently rubbing his chest. She was genuinely impressed; their usual rendezvous' were indeed pleasurable, but this… this didn't compare. It was mind blowing; she was honestly not expecting him to be so attentive to her needs before his own. He was a demon for crying out loud; it's quite possible they're the most selfish creatures in existence. She got up and straddled him again, kissing him from his neck down towards his chest and stomach.

'Mmm we should do this more often,' she said, stretching her hands to his head. He grabbed her wrists, stopping her.

'This is only for one night. You know this.' Her eyes narrowed.

'If you're not going to allow me to sleep with other people for the rest of my life, then yes, you do owe me as such.' She said, pulling her hands away from him, and moving her lips slowly toward his groin. 'And, out of curiosity, why can't I have any other partners?' She was pleased, yet surprised to see that where his penis was flaccid mere seconds ago, it had begun to harden again under her advances.

'You don't need the -' he sucked in breath as she took him in his mouth, cutting his reply in half, '-distractions.' He shuddered under her pressure. She continued to suck, lick, and lap at his member like a child with a lollypop, gradually getting faster. She replaced her mouth with her hand as she continued, 'no lying now Crowley. Admit it! Admit you want me all to yourself.' Her ministrations with her hands got faster and tighter, freeing her mouth to suck on his abandoned scrotum. His panting got deeper; it shocked her he could get any words out at all.

'You're – just – my – Oh FUCK Jo!' He cried out. His hips were bucking under her, and she knew she only had a small window of opportunity. Just as she sensed he was about to finish, she pressed down on his perineum, forcing his resulting orgasm to be completely dry. His body tensed under the entirely new sensation, and he shot her an exasperated look.

'Got a few tricks up your sleeve Harvelle?' He said, thoroughly out of breath. She raised an eyebrow in wicked acknowledgement, but said nothing. Returning to his still very erect member, she studied it briefly; it was of average length, but thick and strong. Perfect size, she reluctantly admitted to herself.

She engulfed top half entire in her mouth, swirling her tongue around its mushroom head. He caught his breath in pleasure again as the pressure began to build up for the second time.

'Say it,' she said sternly, 'Say you need me all to yourself. Say you couldn't stand the thought of someone else touching me. Say it!' His body bucked again, needing release, but she caught it just in time, applying the same force to his perineum as before. His climax was again completely devoid of any physical consequence.

'Dear God woman. Let. Me. Come!' He yelled at her, throwing his head back onto the bed. She smirked to herself, 'not until you say it!' He might have her locked in a contract for the rest of her life, but at this point, she had him by the balls.

This time she went all the way, engulfing his entire member right to the hilt, while simultaneously rubbing his sacks underneath. He hissed in pleasurable frustration as he involuntarily began to thrust into her mouth. But she would not let him come, not until he told her what she wanted to hear. The pressure was building again.

'This can go on all night Crowley! Admit it! You want to be my only lover' She warned, fisting his member violently, once again pressing her lips to the head. His eyes were wild as they shot a furious look at her.

She grasped him with one almighty squeeze.

'Ah God YES! You are mine! Mine mine mine mine MINE! Only I can ever touch you!' Satisfied with his response, she rose up and caught his mouth with hers. He roughly pushed her over and thrust home, pounding her frantically, angrily. She cried out in the sheer ecstasy of it all, finding her own orgasm creeping up, flooding over her. The act was so carnal, so lewd, so saturated with wanton lust; this wasn't making love, or having sex, this was pure, unadulterated fucking. He thrust into her one last time, sending them both over the edge into blissful oblivion.

Her body felt as though it was on fire; every inch of her was alive, alert, awakened. She closed her eyes, trying to retain as much of the feeling as possible, but she could already feel it fading. But tomorrow she knew everything would be stiff and sore; they'd had quite a work out.

He was still on top of her, still lodged inside her, trying to regain the motivation to move. But she needed to; there was an ensuite next to the bedroom, and a shower was definitely required. Finally, he slid off and out of her.

'I need to shower,' she said. He nodded. She rose up and walked into the bathroom; she had never been in here before. Usually she just came and left the room; with as little contact as absolutely necessary. But tonight, for obvious reasons, was different. Very different. She actively didn't want to leave.

This was not a good sign; he warned her against this. She cannot fall for him; he could never love her in return. But, tonight is just tonight; the time for worrying about what happens next is for tomorrow. For now, she'd just enjoy it.

The warm water contrasted vividly against her cold skin. She understood that Crowley was a demon and all, but couldn't he put the heater on? The only thing keeping her warm in that bedroom was the heat projecting from his body. As she closed her eyes and allowed the water to wash over her, she heard someone enter the shower behind her.

'I thought you never showered,' she said, not opening her eyes.

'I do so enjoy watching you though,' he said, grabbing her waist and kissing the back of her neck. She shivered, despite the water being hot. He grabbed the bath towel hanging on the shower rack, and soaked it in soap, washing every inch of her body, starting from her arms, stomach, breasts, down to her back, ass, legs. She gasped as he passed over her groin area and shuddered as the feeling reverberated through her entire being. This is not helping my cause, she said to herself. She could feel something poking at the small of her back.

'Dear God man, you're as randy as a teenager,' she said, admiring his stamina.

'Let's just say I have inspiration,' he replied, turning her around and kissing her under the running water. It came as no surprise that Crowley had indeed come in to satiate one of his seemingly infinite erections and twenty minutes later, they found themselves back in the bedroom.

She started to dress herself with the clothes scattered in various places on the floor, but, as she began to put on her shorts, she felt Crowley grab her arm.

'No. You'll sleep here tonight.' He said, pulling her toward the bed. She was skeptical; somewhat because she didn't want to confuse herself further over her feelings for him, but mostly because the covers were only very thin, and this room was damn cold. But, she nodded, and allowed him to lead her.

Getting under the covers, she rested her shower-dampened head on the pillow, only just now realizing how tired she actually was. She felt him lay down next to her, his warmth spreading across the sheets. Moving away to give him more room, he stopped her and pulled her into him, draping his leg and arm over and locking her against him. 'Mmm. Mine,' he said in her ear, tugging her small frame close. Smiling very reluctantly, she drifted off into a deep slumber.

She didn't even think demons slept.

A/N

Smutty smut smut smut. 3,000 words of it with very little plot. Hope you enjoyed it! I've never written smut before, like ever. It took me an ungodly amount of time to do, but IT'S DONE! Yaaay.

Seriously. I'm not going to lie. I have completely abandoned all my uni work for this. But not for long; this definitely will be the last chapter for a good while. I just really wanted to get it up; I promised smut months ago. And a good smut chapter should last you the long, dry winter that will be no updating from me.

Yes, the title is from Faust. Said by Gretchen as she ponders whether or not Faust does actually love her.

The act of applying pressure to the perineum is actually a thing. It's the closest external area to the prostate, and can inhibit the flow of ejaculate, therefore allowing the man to last longer. An ejaculation is not needed for a climax. That's your fun sex-ed fact for the day folks!

I'm not going to lie, the reviews I have been getting are AMAZING! You're the reason I got this up so quickly. I didn't want to disappoint! I hope I didn't :-/. But do let me know if you like it/what you don't like about it; writing usual fic is one thing, but I would like to know if I should make some improvements on the smut side of things. Its all so new to me.

Also, I haven't decided if there will be smut early on next chapter. But that's for later to decide. Right now, I'm abandoning this story for at least a week or two to play team catch-up with my uni work.

Love you all x 1,000!

-thesolitaryone-

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