Guilty Excuses 8
The cute creature rubbed her cheek on his chest and hummed. And then started to frame Asmodeus muscles with a lazy finger and mumbled: “Pectoralis major.. minor… serratus anterior… subclavicus… teres major… subscapularis… corabrachialis…”
He felt the smile she formed against his chest at the same time as he produced his slight goose bumps on the back of his arm.
“… you’re incredibly easy to please, aren’t you?” He flicked a strand of her long hair. A bit of teasing hasn’t harmed anyone.
“Mmmh… reaffirming there is a body with the right parts in front of me calms me down. And you… you aren’t touched like this that often, it seems. I feel privileged?” She rubbed her cheek against him and traced his veins to the wrist, apparently fascinated that her wrist was smaller than his own.
“It’s not that exciting, is it now?” There were much more interesting abilities and ways to touch he could show off. Glady, even.
He turned his wrist to capture hers, reversing the hold, which ended with her fingers threaded between his, pressing her fingertips into the back of his hand. She had immediately turned her wrist to counteract. Raphael was very much against being captured in any way, it seemed. Feisty.
“I do not know what’s exciting for you, Asmodeus. You’ve had over six thousand very fun years, I am sure.” Breathing in with closed eyes, so relaxed, she shrugged: “I have to accept everything you do to me is exciting”
“Oh? Everything?” She smiled and nodded serenely. “The same way?”
“Mmmhmh. The veery s-“ Her eyebrows went up eyes narrowed she looked over suspiciously: “Err… why?”
“You might be even more easy to please,” the absolutely confused expression alone was worth it. “You are so very basic in your positions and movements. We don’t want to overwhelm you with too many new things, of course.”
He could feel her cheeks warming, mind apparently working: “I- did say my experience is… limited.”
”So, we stay with the classics. And see if you might lose your mind a bit more.” It was actually fun to see an almost uncomfortable squirm fight with an obvious bit of curiosity.
“I… I can’t… my legs and arms are all wobbly, it’s… I…” It was almost refreshing to have someone not immediately assume he would do all the work, because ‘he was the expert, after all’.
“I’ll take care of it, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, love.” That endearment was highly effective, judging by her hiding her face in his chest once again. Only muffled noises of indignation followed.
But more importantly, not the slightest bit of refusal: “A quick round, mh? Just to see”
He slipped out from under her with one last kiss on top of her head and let her face hide in the generous amount of pillows on As’ bed.
When he heard the angel took a long sniff, he couldn’t help but smirk.
Her body had barely calmed down from her last orgasm, so he placed a pillow under her hips – under her confused watch -, she wriggled her ass in the air experimentally.
It was not hard to guess that he intended to kneel and take her from behind. Arousal could be easily summoned with the unselfconscious wriggling. He slipped in while his thumbs pressed in at her rump and downwards towards her head in the pillows. A smooth motion and the angel punched out a breath that wanted to be a moan, but her mouth was too wide open and no friction of air happened. A whimper followed.
“You see, in this position I do get deeper inside you,” she canted her hips to ease the access even more and nodded frantically.
“MhMHm,” the high pitched tone sold it. She was still overly sensitive but apparently just on the right side of overstimulated.
Her toes tried to find a hold and curled helplessly into the bedsheets while Asmodeus fucked into her in a steady, staccatos rhythm, accompanied with a slapping sound each time they hips collided and her keening sound grew louder for about two minutes before it abruptly choked and another whimper followed.
He slowly rode her orgasm out for her, pleasing, almost caressing waves of pleasure. She most definitely had her fun.
Raphael being such pudding in his hands was… certainly a bit of fun as well.
When shfinaly had calmed down, he sat back up and sat back against the headboard. And despite her certainly feeling a lot more ‘wobbly’, the angel also sat up, very much wrapping herself in a blanket.
Enough orgasms for now, then.
“… you did enjoy yourself.” He didn’t want to make it a question. Because a climax didn’t usually happen that fast if the other wasn’t at least on board with it.
“… very much so,” was the reluctant affirmation, “… it did feel… more intense, compared to-“
“Oh yes, a second orgasm can be stronger than the first. And like I said, deeper, so…” Seeing the effect was still… well, at least unusual. Horny angel.
“… this was actually only a vaginal orgasm and…” She sighed, and he noted she at least didn’t shy away from knowing the theoretical. “… really didn’t expect that.”
He patted her head: “We learn something new every say, sometimes even about ourselves”
She wrapped herself even more into the blanket.
Asmodeus reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the first book he got his hands on. “365 sex positions. Mh.”
She looked over with curiosity, but twitched back: “NOT right now.” Her whole face was unhappily regretful.
“Not right now, certainly. But you wanna look?” He flicked the book through on random pages.
Pulling her knees closer, she nodded and leaned against him: “… but only if you tell me which ones you actually like. ‘I like them all’ doesn’t count. Just… what do I know, imagine what might be the most fun with me.” She looked to the side and back: “If at all. So. Do show?”
What a ridiculous notion: “We can try them all, then we’ll know for sure.” The pout convinced him that this might not be the right answer. He winked: “I’ll try my best”