The Art Of Dancing With Demons (Blue Exorcist/Amaimon)

Ch 41

Our hands explored each other's bodies in a frenzy, desperately searching for a way to bring us closer together. His lips were electrifying against mine, each movement they made sent a shudder of pleasure down my spine as I gripped his body to keep myself up.

It wasn't needed for long, however, because almost immediately I felt his hands squeeze my hips as he pulled me upwards. I did the only thing I could think of in my hazy state and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me as his arms circled around my thighs, keeping me up.

My back was pressed against the wall as Amaimon's lips left a trail of wet kisses down the side of my neck. His breathing was shallow, mimicking mine as his teeth grazed by skin. His hips bucked up instinctively at the sound of my moan.

"Fuck, I need you. Now." He gasped as he pulled away just for a few seconds to look at me in the eyes.

I shuddered under his crystal stare.

"I'm all yours."

I barely caught sight of his smirk before he slammed his lips against mine once again, immediately pushing past the barrier with his tongue as he explored my mouth freely. The hardness of the wall left my back as Amaimon slowly started moving, but I didn't open my eyes until I felt the soft mattress against me.

He was hovering above me, a mischievous grin stretched across his already pale blue lips as he slid his hand to tuck a wild strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're so beautiful." He mumbled, voice sounding a bit deeper than usual. I pulled him back towards my begging lips, an unspoken thank you hovering over them as my lips played his his once again.

The rising temperature in the room suddenly became painfully apparent, a strong sense of heat emerged from both our bodies as Amaimon's hand fumbled with the end of my shirt. He played with it, twisting and pulling until his fingers sneaked inside.

I shuddered for the hundredth time under his touch as his fingers circled around my waist under the shirt. His hips grinded against mine and a wild moan escaped my mouth, drowned by Amaimon's lips. His own moan reached my ears and a blazing fire ignited inside my stomach at the sound of it.

My heart hammered against my chest as his fingers inched upwards, grazing with the skin on my ribcage as his other hand rubbed circles against my thigh. 

"A-Amaimon..." I gasped as his tongue nipped my earlobe, sending me into a spiraling mess. His hot breath tickled my ear as his canines grazed it ever so slightly. The touch was driving me insane.

"Emi..." He quietly muttered, eyes silently pleading. I quickly figured out what he meant and nodded, although a bit hesitant. He gave me a quick peck before gripping my shirt and gently peeling it off, leaving me in my exposed underwear.

His blue gaze traveled across my upper body, his lips pursed together as I caught him trying to fight off a grin. A black nail grazed along the side of my chest as he studied my form, so immersed in it I was scared to speak and break his concentration.

Suddenly a soft chuckle escaped his mouth as the grin finally appeared on his features.

"Only you could wear that and make it look so sexy~" he whispered.

I looked down at my underwear, cheeks blazing hot and turning as red as a tomato when I caught sight of my Spongebob Squarepants- themed bra.

A clueless Patrick Star was displayed on one of the cups, grasping a large trumpet in one hand. The other one was raised in the air as if asking a question. On the other cup, written neatly in bold pink writing the phrase: "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" was featured.