Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 103

Lucien's P.O.V.

She is a Goddess, that's all that can be said. Everything she does turns me on until the volume knob breaks off and all I'm left with is white noise. I can see her arousal running down her legs, her skin is flushed but breaks out in goose bumps, and if she keeps biting her lip the way she is, I'm going to come in my underwear. She's wearing two articles of clothing to my one, and I want to divest her of one of them. She nods when I ask her if I can, and I pause a moment to decide which one I'd like to remove. 'Both at the same time!' my demon screams at me. 'Shut up,' I tell him. This has been incredibly arousing and I'm not going to rush it. Hmm, ennie meenie. There's pro's and con's to both. If I remove her panties, I might just get to work on her first orgasm of the night. But if I remove her bra, exposing her glorious breasts to my starving eyes, I can push them together and fuck them the way I have always wanted to. It's a win win either way, so I make the decision to put her desires before mine, and reach for her panties.

They are soaked, and to show her how much of a turn on that is for me, I ball them up and suck her juices out of the cotton. I see her eyes alight with desire, and my cock twitches in anticipation. "You taste divine Bella," I tell her as I feel her soft hands reaching for the waist band of my boxers. She frees my erection, letting the fabric pool at my feet. I step out of them and reach for the clasp of her bra. The black lacy fabric gives way, and I slide the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, discarding it with the rest of our clothes. There is plenty of moonlight to see by, and we stand there, looking lovingly into each other's eyes.

She breaks eye contact first, looking down at the ground for something. Ahh yes, the condom box. She takes a foil packet and rips it open, reaching in for the ring of latex that will prevent me from feeling every internal crevice of her body. Someday I will, I promise myself. I twitch when she grabs my cock and slides the condom over my tip, rolling it down my shaft. I take her hands and gently lower her to the blanket, spreading her legs with my knees. I lubricate myself in her juices, but before I enter her I ask if she's comfortable. She doesn't respond right away, so I grab my sweatshirt and put it behind her head. When she smiles up at me, I know that's all she needed and I enter her in one thrust.

"FUCK!" we both exclaim at the same time. I close my eyes to try and regain some control, but when I feel her shifting under me, I realize I have no control, not when it comes to her. I begin to snap and roll my hips while holding onto her face, delicately kissing every inch of it. She whispers my name, so I take one of her legs and throw it over my shoulder, giving me a different angle of entry. Her breath is coming in shorter gasps, and when I increase my pace, I feel her stiffen under me. She emits a guttural roar and then screams as her climax hits her. "That's it baby, let the world hear you," I tell her, continuing to thrust into her. She moans my name again and I realize I'm not going to last, so I take her other leg and put it over my other shoulder. I put my palms flat on the ground on either side of her head so she doesn't rock off the blanket with every snap of my hips. "Touch yourself," I grind out, my own orgasm building. I watch in rapture as her right hand goes to the junction of her thighs and her left hand manipulates her nipple. "Shit," I hiss, and I can feel her orgasm building again in the way she clamps down on me while her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her soft hand encircles me as I'm plunging into her, and she moves her other hand from her nipple to her clitoris. She bucks wildly beneath me, and when her climax hits, it triggers mine. "Yes! Bella! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," I yell as I fill the condom with a load of semen. When I am finally able put two coherent words together, I can still hear the echo's of Bella's euphoric scream echoing down the mountainside.