“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She grabbed him by his hair pulling his face down to hers. “Fuck Me Harder!”
He lost control, pounding into her repeatedly. He pounded so hard she couldn’t keep her place on the bed, sliding back further with every thrust until she had to brace her hands against the headboard. Demon hit headfirst then with a curse dragged her back down the bed clamping down on her shoulders to hold her in place and rolling his hips.
“There,” she shouted out. “Right there. Don’t stop.” He had her right on the edge and with one more hard thrust and twist; she came, yelling his name at the top of her lungs.
Her inner muscles contracted, milking him and he lost control, coming as he had never cum in his life. He let out a roar, his seed shooting deep into her hot core. Never in his life had he experienced anything close to what she did to him. By the time they had both crested he felt milked dry. He lay, still inside her and tried to get his breath and brain back, he had barely enough thought left to hold some of his weight up on his elbows so he didn’t crush her.
He wanted to stay. With every other woman now would be the leaving part of the evening. His life did not engender trust. Sleeping next to anyone was a chance he didn’t take. But Clytie was different. He pressed his lips to hers because he could. He kissed her again because it felt so good. Eyes closed, she kissed him back. They held on to each other, lips melding over and over as the tremors passed.
“They were right.” Clytie said sometime later, letting out a little laugh, “You are really big.”
He nuzzled into her neck content to be cocooned with her. “Just proportionate to my size.” He said nibbling on her ear. He found a mark he had left on her shoulder and licked with a satisfied rumble.
“What?”
“A few of the guys from my squad are almost as wide and some are even longer and I have a good foot in height and fifty pounds on them.”
Clytie started to laugh. A full belly laugh had him shifting and cursing above her.
“Yo-oou mea-s-ured?” She was laughing so hard only some of her words were coherent. “Di—d you ac-t ly pull out – ruler?”
He looked so put out she laughed harder.
“It wasn’t like that. You just notice things...” He growled, if he could have reached from this position he would have paddled her ass.
She hugged him, her arms around his neck. She squeezed him tight as she continued to laugh at his belligerence. The laughing jiggled her breasts nicely against his chest and it was suddenly not so bad that she laughed at him. She was hugging him tight. He could live with that.
“This time I’m going to go slow, like I promised Baby.”
That stopped the giggles. Clytie was so not ready for a repeat performance, a shower maybe. She cleared her throat wondering how to extract herself without flashing everything.
“Hey De...” The brand of his lips on hers distracted her while he built the heat again. His body moved across the length of hers, his wonderful big hands took possession, one on her breast, and the other curved around her butt to bring her up solid against his massive erection. His mouth trailed to her neck, biting soft over her pulse point as her body once again became his playground. “I thought guys needed time after...”
He bit at her breast. She arched at the stinging pleasure. She pushed her hands into his hair to hold him. She rocked under him, loving the feel of his hard thighs against the inside of hers as she shifted. “I guess not.” This time Demon made it a point to run his lips over every inch of her before he took her to another screaming orgasm.
Unsure whether Clytie had passed out from pleasure or exhaustion, he figured he could give her some time before he was inside her again. Not a long time, but a few minutes certainly. He dozed holding her close against his heart.
When he awoke, the sun had set leaving the room dark around them. Demon knew even as he pushed into Clyties moist heat that he should let her sleep. But her scent mingled with his and the touch of her, skin to skin, made waiting impossible. Clytie woke up with Demon already shuttling deep inside her. He took her, then again. His dick never seemed to get enough, not going down for more than a few minutes all night. At one point, he flipped her over to her stomach. As soon as her eyelids fluttered open, he took her from behind, his teeth clamping down on her shoulder as she splintered apart in his arms.
If he had asked she would have said she was too sore to continue the fuck marathon, but he never asked, just took her again and again. Unclear when she slept or if, Clytie was amazed he kept pulling orgasms out of her at will when she was sure she couldn’t possibly have another one. Even exhaustion and soreness didn’t stop her from screaming out her pleasure whenever he wanted her to. The man was a sex machine.
Sometime later Clytie was lying boneless and completely spent across the bed. Demon jumped up with a sprightly pat to her thigh and headed for the bathroom. She listened to the water running, too tired to move. A few minutes later, he came back hauling her up and over his shoulder as she sputtered. He dropped her into a whirlpool tub big enough for a college sorority.
“Too hot.” She gasped out trying to climb the side of the huge tub, but he pushed her back. He climbed in behind her, pulling her up against his chest, her back to his front. His size forced the water higher until she was submerged to the shoulders. He palmed one of her breasts, tweaking the nipple until she stopped struggling to get out. She relaxed against him. He grunted his approval and laid his head back. She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew she was being pulled out of the cooling water and stood up in the shower room. She called it a room because it was huge, at least four feet across. The shower comprised of 3 tile walls, sporting strategically placed showerheads. She counted six, including one that pulled away from the wall for a closer wash.
He picked up the soap and growled when she tried to take it away.
“You may be letting this growling thing get away from you.” She said mildly but let him have his way.
Having Demon wash her was an experience. Since he started at her shoulders and wouldn’t let her move anyway she had the chance to look over the bathroom. White tile, white cabinets, white towels.
“Like white do you?”
“Easy. Clean. Bright.” He grunted out, his attention on what he was doing, which meant soaping every inch of her quite thoroughly.
“The toilet?”
“Door to the right of the sinks.”
Having reached her breasts, he became absorbed with the insatiable need to get them clean. A man on a mission, she left him to it.
She had managed to ignore the way Demon pinched and played with her nipples, but when he gave the same thorough cleaning to her nether curls and beyond her eyes rolled back in her head until a sharp tug of pain distracted her. She flinched against his finger and he backed off, patting her curls and making sympathetic little clicks. It made her laugh, imagining him making little cooing sounds to her pussy while he petted it.
“What’s so funny?” He asked as he knelt down to wash her legs and feet, coming around behind he washed her butt (this with groans and squeezes).
“You are. I was picturing you making baby talk to my pussy while patting it like a pet.”
“Sweetheart, if it was up to me your pussy would be declared a national treasure.” He cupped her with one hand from behind. “National monuments would be erected in your honor. Ballads would be written, wars fought...”
“OK” she interrupted him, laughing. “I get the picture, you like my pussy.”