“I don’t know what that word means.” She sounded breathless. Her cheeks still held the pink glow of her pleasure, and he wanted to see that color deepen and spread across her entire body.
“An aperitif is an alcoholic beverage drunk before a meal to whet the appetite.” He grinned and snapped his teeth at her. “We haven’t even gotten to the appetizers.”
She shook her head. “Only you could turn dirty talk into a lesson on fine dining.”
“Speaking of dining . . .” He licked his lips. “I think it’s time for the next course.”
She scrambled back like a crab, laughing. “Astaroth!”
“Calladia!” he said, mocking her shocked tone.
“You can’t go down on me forever and not let me reciprocate.” Insecurity tinged her voice, the worry of someone who wasn’t used to receiving more than she gave.
“Forever might be a stretch,” he agreed, “considering my newly mortal state, but I’ll give it a go anyway.”
Before she could argue, because Lucifer knew the woman would find a reason to argue about anything and everything, Astaroth lowered himself between her legs. His shoulders pressed her thighs wide, and he hooked his arms around them to keep her in place.
Calladia let out a shocked noise when he licked her in a long stripe from back to front. She wriggled, but he held her down, then dipped even lower, circling her puckered hole with his tongue.
“Demons eat ass,” she said faintly. “Who knew?”
If she was able to commentate, he wasn’t working hard enough. Astaroth bent himself to the task with the thoroughness and patience of an immortal, tasting every centimeter of accessible skin. By the time he’d worked his way up to her clit, she was squirming.
He slid a finger inside her as he sucked her clit, and Calladia half sat up with a loud cry. She grabbed his horns and ground against his face, and Astaroth nearly came. Demon horns were practically another sex organ in the right circumstance, and shivers raced down his spine as her cool hands gripped him. He snarled and shook his head, rubbing his nose and chin over her.
“Get on your back,” Calladia ordered.
He made a noise of disagreement and slipped a second finger inside her. He crooked his fingers and dragged them out slowly, massaging her inner wall.
“Get on your back right now.”
Was she upset? Astaroth stopped instantly and knelt upright. “Are you all right?” he asked, swiping his forearm over his mouth.
Sweat beaded Calladia’s hairline, and she looked like she wanted to eat him alive. “About to be even better.” She planted a hand in the center of his chest and pushed.
Not upset, then. Good. Astaroth went to his back without a fight, curious what she wanted to do.
Calladia straddled his face, then swung her leg around to face backward. She tugged his underwear down, and then her mouth closed around the tip of his cock.
Astaroth let out a long, low groan. Calladia bobbed up and down, gradually taking more of him, then sucked her way up until the tip popped out from between her lips. That maneuver was followed by the swirl of her tongue around the sensitive crown of his shaft.
Battle lines had been drawn.
Astaroth tugged her down against his face, determined to make her orgasm fast and hard. He licked and ate at her ravenously, clutching her so close he could barely breathe.
Calladia moaned around his dick, then bobbed her head more aggressively, matching his energy. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and pumped in time with her movements, and Astaroth had to grit his teeth and focus on his technique to avoid coming down her throat.
Of course oral sex would be a competition between them. It was how they did things. And Calladia might be a fearsome competitor, but Astaroth was still going to win.
He rubbed her clit with his fingers, using the firm circles he’d found she liked best, while his mouth covered the rest of her with wet, sloppy kisses.
Calladia’s rhythm faltered, and she gasped for air. “Damn you,” she wheezed. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Mm-hmm,” he murmured against her, rubbing even harder. He tilted his head to nip her inner thigh, and Calladia exploded.
“Oh!” she cried. He could feel the orgasm rolling through her as her hips frantically jerked, and fresh, delectable wetness drenched his tongue. He lapped at her as triumph swelled in his chest.
When she finally sagged, pressing her forehead to his hip, he announced, “I win.”
Her laugh was half wheeze. “Ridiculous.” She shifted off his face, then turned and straddled him. Her face, neck, and upper chest were red, and her bun sagged to one side of her head. She looked messy and giddy with pleasure, and Astaroth felt the urge to beat his chest like a gorilla. Maybe point at her and grunt. My mouth did that.