Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 102

Bella's P.O.V.

To say I am excited would be an understatement. I have had the most rewarding day, and now I get to have a romantic evening with Lucien. Where do I want to go...hmm, there are literally a million places we can drive to where we can be alone. If we head to the top of Mount Le Conte, we can catch the sun going down, but we will have to hurry. When I tell Lucien this, he pulls off the road, hustles me out of the car, locks it, then unfurls his wings. Oh Yeah! In less than a minute, we are standing on a precipice looking west as the sun continues to lower in the sky. He holds me in his embrace, my back against his chest, his arms under my breasts and his warm breath sliding over my ear. We stand in silence while the sky lights up in brilliant hues of oranges, reds and pinks. It's absolute perfection, and I turn in his arms when the last ray of sun has disappeared, leaving a dusky sky behind colored in swirls of fuchsia and tangerine.

"That was beautiful, Lucien, thank you," I whisper, turning gently in his arms because I don't want to ruin the perfect serenity encompassing us.

He looks down at me with a small smile on his face. He lowers his mouth to mine, and we share a gentle, encouraging, everlasting kiss in the fading light. "I want to make love to you, right here, right now," he murmurs. "Nobody will interrupt us and you can scream all you want. Maybe you could fuel some Big Foot rumors," he says with a smirk.

I laugh and gently hit his shoulder. "Don't be mean, Bigfoot is real," I admonish him, laughing at his cross eyed expression. Hey, if the Devil and Angels are real, why not Bigfoot?

"Will you allow me to love you here, right now?" he asks shyly.

When I nod, he smiles, kisses the tip of my nose and says, "I'll be right back." Then he vanishes, leaving me with my thoughts at the top of Mount Le Conte.

He's back in less than two minutes carrying a blanket, a sweatshirt, a pair of sweatpants and the box of condoms I brought from my house. My inner Goddess starts jumping up and down, so I go over to help him spread the blanket on the ground. "Not sure this blanket is enough cushioning for you. If it's not, I can hold you up or you can ride me, which ever you fancy," he tells me with a small smile.

I have a semblance of an idea of what he's suggesting, I think, but what I have the most of is trust. Trust he will make this an amazing experience and trust he will be sure I'm comfortable. I nod and sit on the blanket while I start removing my shoes. He steps out of his shoes and looks at me expectantly. I shrug and start removing my socks. When I look at him, he's just finished removing his socks. Okay...he's mirroring me, I get it. I move closer to him and grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off his head. While I am folding it neatly, he takes it from me and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I grin at him and he smiles back. I stand up and slowly reach for the fastenings of my jeans. I pop the button and then close the fabric again, smiling as he keeps his eyes focused solely on my hands. Then I slowly unzip my jeans, shimmying my hips as I pull them off agonizingly slow. I see him swallow in the dusky light, staring at me, and then I hear him groan. My inner Goddess is giving my libido high fives. When I finally have them pulled to my ankles, I bend over, my thong covered ass pointed in his direction, and step out of my clothes. I stand up and turn toward him clad only in my black panties and bra.

He looks at me as if I'm his favorite meal served on a platter for his birthday and slowly stands up. Then he gives me the same slow strip tease I just gave him. Holy fuck, my panties are soaked. There is not enough material on them to absorb my arousal, and I can feel my juices sliding down my leg. When Lucien stands in front of me in his underwear, I lick my lips in anticipation. His erection looks like it's going to tear through the soft cotton fabric encasing him. I'm the first to move, and when I take a step toward him, goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

"Are you cold?" he asks, his voice deep and sensual.

"Not really, no," I respond, not understanding why all my arrector pili muscles have all contracted, making the hairs stand straight up on my body. I must look like a plucked chicken.

He doesn't seem to mind because he smiles a masculine smile at me and whispers, "You have on one more piece of clothing than I do. Will you let me remove it for you?"

YES PLEASE, my inner Goddess screams, and I nod. I wonder which article of clothing he wants to remove first, my bra or my panties?