Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 67

Bella's P.O.V.

The deliciously slow movements of Lucien's thrusts have set my world on fire. Everything he does, everywhere he touches, I'm scorched. When he asks if I'm ready I'm literally dumbfounded. Isn't he already making love to me? Oh, he wants to go faster. I feel a little stupid, but Lucien doesn't point out my embarrassment or awkwardness. He just wants to make sure I'm comfortable with what he's doing. Oh yes please, go faster, move me around and show me what it feels like to be made love to.

He begins to snap his hips faster and faster. I hold onto his shoulders and focus my concentration on the euphoric sensation pulsing throughout my body. Is this what intercourse is supposed to feel like, or is it just because Lucien knows what he's doing? He scrapes across an area deep inside me and I convulse. Holy shit, what was that? Do it again! I don't even have to say anything, it's like he felt the same lightning bolt of electricity, because he finds the exact angle of penetration to ignite it again, and again and again. I begin to climb a rapturous mountain, but before I have a chance to fall off its edge, he shifts me, putting one of my legs over his shoulder. He finds it again, that pinpoint sensation of ecstasy every time he moves across it. My orgasm flares to life immediately, as if kerosene was poured over it and Lucien was a lit match. A kaleidoscope of colors swirl behind my eyelids, and with no conscious thought of what I'm doing, I scream, "LUCIEN!!" as my climax hits me hard.

I hear him murmur, "That's right, baby, scream for me."

He doesn't relent, he keeps snapping his hips, burying himself completely into me and pulling out before thrusting back in. The feeling I'm experiencing gets more intense, more focused. "Fuck, fuck, LUCIEN! Ohh, yesss, uhm, err, PLEASE!" I know I'm completely incoherent, but the building pressure signifying another impending orgasm makes my mind short circuit. I can hear Lucien groaning, mumbling something about how tight I am, how wet and warm, and I climax again. "AHHHH, LUCIEN, LUCIEN, Fuck YESSS!!!"

He continues to move through my orgasm, drawing it out longer. I can't do anything but go limp under him when it concludes. I'm not sure I can string three words together, but when he feels me relax, he slows his cadence and looks gently at me. "How are you doing?" he asks quietly.

"Mnh," is all I can say.

He smiles a satisfied masculine smile and says something that makes my insides drop. "Let's try a different position." What the Hell? He slides out of me and sits up, pulling me up with him. Then he turns me around and places me on my hands and knees. "Can you hold yourself up?" he asks.

"Ehh," is all I manage to say.

I hear him chuckle and then he gets up to grab half a hay barrel. He drapes the tarp over it, then some of our clothes, creating a cushion. "Lean on this," he murmurs in my ear. I have no idea why I need to, but since he's offering, I guess I'll use it. Good thing I did. The next thing I know, he's entering me from behind, and now that his hands are free, he reaches around me and finds my clitoris. In just a few minutes I somehow find myself climaxing again, bucking against his body. "Lucien, LUCIEN, please, please..." I sob, unable to formulate what I need to say. When I come down from my high, Lucien picks me up so I am kneeling in front of him, my back against his chest. Now he has access to my breasts and my clit, and he's still moving inside of me. I think he's going to kill me. I don't think I can take another jolt of electricity surging through my body, convinced it would stop my heart.

I whimper, and Lucien leans his head down to whisper in my ear. "I'm close baby, can you handle a bit more?"

"No more orgasms," I pant, stilling his hands. He kisses my cheek. "Poor baby, okay, let's try this," he says, pulling out of me to lay on his back. Oh God, now what? He lifts my boneless body so I am straddling him, bends his knees and tells me to stabilize myself on them. Once I do, he lifts me by the hips, enters me with a groan and starts thrusting, manipulate my clitoris with his deft fingers. There it is again, that indescribable quickening that hones my attention inward. Lucien is under me, frantically moving closer and closer to his own release, and when my orgasm hits me it triggers his.

"Fuck Bella. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he chants, as he snaps his hips in time with his release. I literally collapse on him, out of breath and exhausted. He pulls out of me and peels the condom off, wrapping it tightly in it's foil packaging. Then he cradles me in his arms, holding me against his warm chest while I get my breathing under control. At some point, he had folded his wings back in, but I was too busy climaxing to notice. Now, however, he stands with me in his arms, unfurls his wings and wraps them around me. He kisses me gently, then jumps over the edge of the loft, flapping his wings once to land softly on the ground. He rummages around in the panniers of his motorcycle, pulling out a clean tee shirt, boxers and shorts. Then he wraps me in his wings again, and takes me back into the house, depositing me on the bed in my room. I haven't moved or spoken since our mutual orgasm, but I can hear him opening and closing dresser drawers. He slips a tee shirt over my head, pulls some clean panties on, and then a pair of sleep shorts.

"Do you want to sleep in here or on the couch?" Lucien asks quietly.

Barely able to keep my eyes open, I manage to mumble, "Couch. Not...up before Dad." I hear him chuckle quietly and then feel his strong arms come around me again.