(Author's Note: This piece features characters from my novel To Betray a Master. Context needed for this scene: Aurianna has a metal prosthetic arm and Matthias used to be a demon)
Aurianna’s eyes flickered open as she felt Matthias’ arm move. Resting against his chest, hair damp with sweat, she must have been out a few hours. The dwindling candlestick confirmed her suspicions, and lead her towards a second conclusion. Matthias had been up reading the entire night.
“You’re still up? Go to sleep,” she mumbled in a drowsy tone, adjusting against his chest.
“Soon.” The word and his lips were soft again her forehead. “Just want to finish this chapter first.” The glow from the candle made it difficult to fall back asleep. Reading was never going to put him to sleep, not if he already spent half the night with his nose in that book, but she knew what would. With mischief on her mind, she crawled down the length of his body, planting small kisses on his skin along the way. He looked at her over his book. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry about it. Read your chapter.” Her words carried the playful promise in her eyes. Matthias studied her for a moment longer, before going back to his book. She waited for him to turn the page before tugging down his pants, freeing his cock from the confines of clothing. Stirred to life against her fingers, she stroked his length. Slow, teasing strokes that made him twitch in her hands.
“Ari,” he groaned, putting the book down with his thumb holding his place, “What are…are you doing?”
“Read your book,” she said in a husky tone, sending the demand through her eager gaze. Lips brushed against him, moist along his shaft, enjoying the shudders and moans escaping his lips. “Read,” she repeated, flicking her tongue along the bulge to run along the underside of his meat. When he stopped reading, she would stop as well, just breathing against his skin. She waited until he returned his attention to his book, submerging his cock between her cheeks, taking half his length in the first go. Deeper and deeper she swallowed him, slowly sliding up and down. He was gleeful, as he held the book down for a moment, head thrown back and eyes half closed.
“Ari…” he gasped, as his length buried in her mouth and throat, fingers slipping from the book until it dropped on the floor. “…Fuck” he groaned, more pleasure in the sound than frustration. Aurianna beamed as she caught his eyes again, still licking him. “I bet you’re proud of yourself?”
“Maybe,” she cooed, still breathing against him. Their bodies slithered together as she crawled onto his lap, finding his mouth with her own. Moaning into the kiss, she could feel him hard against her thigh, and she was sure he could feel the heat coming off her.