Kelly Lucille: Keeping Her

“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.”

“Baby, I fucking love your pussy.” He growled out, pushing to his feet. The steel bar he pressed up against her left her in no doubt he was ready for another go.

“Demon, my legs are still shaking so bad I can barely hold myself up. More sex is not going to happen.”

He grunted finishing her back. He took the time to wash and rinse out her hair before grabbing a towel to dry her off. He pulled out a wide cushioned bench from beneath the vanity and sat her down wrapped in the towel.

“Stay.” He said gruffly.

Soothed and pampered, she let the order pass. Plus there was a floorshow. Demon, all seven feet of twisted steel and hard sex, was naked and getting soaped up. Well defined and ripped with a serious six-pack he was proportionately everything a man should be. The scar on his face was not his only scar but it was his most vicious. The rest scattered over his body telling a story of battle and pain. A Spartan, that’s what he reminded her of, the cast of 300 had nothing on this man.

She wanted to cuddle him, lick every inch of him. She wanted to bite his tight ass. She was trying to get her breath back, hoping she would eventually be able to blink again when he palmed his incredible thrusting cock and pulled himself to an orgasm. In her opinion his shower ended much too fast and as soon as she once again had full motor functions she would tell him so.

He dried himself, whipped the towel over the fuzz on his head, and was done. He hung both their towels over the rack to dry, hers after a brief tug of war, and picked her up caring her to the monster bed. He even spread her damp locks away from her face before pulling her up against his side. Too content to even think about heading home she yawned, pillowed her head against his chest, tucked her hand around his neck, and threw a leg over one of his hard thighs. His arms wrapped her up tight. One hand burrowing between them to palm a breast, the other rested cupped around her ass. As soon as he heard her find the soft even breathing of sleep, he moved his hand farther down her ass and cupped her sex. He patted, petted, and fell asleep with a smile on his face.