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Rumi can't quite believe how long it's taken them to do this. She arches her body up into his as Jinu kisses her, and can't even bring herself to care how needy and desperate she sounds as she moans.
The Half Demon always pretty much assumed Jinu would always be good at it. The man's a Demon from 400 years ago, not to mention a control freak; Rumi never imagined he'd let any woman leave his bed unsatisfied - from pure, pigheaded pride if nothing else. However, she hadn't accurately guessed just how good, nor banked on her own overwhelming reaction to his skin against hers and his tongue in her mouth. Jinu’s already taken her to pieces once, but Rumi has a sneaking suspicion the second round is going to really blow her mind.
Jinu laughs, nips her lip, and when he pulls away he's grinning again, and Rumi’s delighted and incredulous she can put that expression on his face just by being naked and letting him kiss her.
This is the definition of a win-win situation.
"Gorgeous, you are."
The Half Demon giggles nervously. She could get used to basking in Jinu’s appreciative gaze. And being touched and kissed by him isn't too shoddy either. "Thank you. Not so bad yourself."
Jinu slides a hand down her body, slicks two fingers into her like he did outside, and she shivers. Rumi waited so long to have him touch her this way, but it's better than she ever anticipated.
The Demon Heartthrob moves slow and deliberate, watching her face intently, drinking her in. His smile fades into an expression of concentration and curiosity and wonder as he studies her, savouring and memorising and enjoying her reactions. Between the look and the fingers, Rumi’s honestly not sure which is the biggest culprit in making her melt.
His thumb moves to tease her clit, touching just close enough and firm enough to make her whimper, but not enough to satisfy. "God, please." The Half Demon thought she was turned on before, but Jinu’s rapidly dissolving any remaining sanity, and she's aching. Jinu’s mouths his way softly up her neck, and she shudders. Rumi slides a hand down, cups him through his pants. "Please... I need..."
The Demon Heartthrob chuckles in her ear. "Rumi, I love ya, but I'm thinking it might be a bad idea to impregnate The lead singer of Huntrix right now." His voice is warm and low and full of humour, and Rumi’s startled as much by his lack of reaction to what Jinu just said as by his unexpected candour. "I'll get something in a minute, just lemme enjoy you a bit more first."
The Half Demon nods, her throat too tight to let her speak even if she knew what she wanted to say. Jinu loves her?
Rumi always been reasonably sure Jinu likes her, and not purely as a teammate from different groups. Rumi often thought, hoped, Jinu might also want her, be attracted to her. It's never even occurred to her to think he could be harbouring stronger feelings.
The way it slipped out, so casual and sincere, is contributing as much to her thumping heart as his touch. The Half Demon really, really hopes he meant it.
Rumi can't dwell on it too much, not when Jinu’s exploring her again, like he doesn't, quite obviously, already know his way around; like Jinu can't get enough of her.
"You feel amazing," The Demon Heartthrob breathes. "Gonna get you warm, so warm, then taste ya, make you shiver all over again. Can't wait. You are- God, Rumi, do you have any idea what it's like, with you all hot an' juicy wet, knowing it's all for me?" Jinu chuckles, nuzzles into her cheek affectionately and so sweetly, then he's kissing her, as slow and deliberate and thorough as he's touching her, and suddenly it's really not difficult, not difficult at all, to believe Jinu might love her.
The kiss seems to go on and on, but Rumi still protests when Jinu pulls away. Then he's nipping her ear, biting her neck, licking her throat, and Rumi whines. "Oh, sweet- oh, God."
Jinu chuckles, twists his fingers inside her before withdrawing. Rumi glances up at him, making another incoherent protest. Jinu was inspecting his hand with interest and amusement, and The Half Demon might be embarrassed at how wet she's made it if she weren't so turned on she can hardly think.
"Oh, Rumi."
Rumi breathes a sigh of relief when she feels his other hand sliding back over her, into her, but it's hard to look away from his fingers and the intent way Jinu’s studying them. Then he's no longer studying them but opening his mouth. The Demon Heartthrob catches her eye as he slowly, slowly licks himself clean, teasing deliberately, grinning at her wide-eyed arousal and the achey sound of desire Rumi doesn't have a hope of suppressing.
"Jinu..."
Jinu laughs, low and rumbly, and his eyes are bright and mischievous. "Oh, you taste incredible, you know that?" The Demon Heartthrob swaps hands again, and the fingers that were just inside her are glistening. "Wanna try?"
To her own surprise, Rumi finds herself nodding. Jinu presses against her lips, and after a moment's hesitation Rumi lets him into her mouth, lets her tongue tickle the pads of his fingers.
Jinu’s eyes go dark and smouldering, his mouth open and eager, and she'd lick battery acid off his hand if it prompted that expression, but to her surprise Rumi doesn't mind the flavour at all. It's warm, musky and sharp, and underneath it she can taste Jinu’s skin, salty and hot. The Half Demon circles her tongue suggestively around the top joints of his fingers, winks, and Prince Hugo chuckles.
"Cheeky little Demon, ain't ya?"
Rumi grins, sucks, grins still harder at his expression, lets a moan vibrate against his skin.
Jinu’s eyes go darker still as he fucks her mouth with his fingers. "My God, Rumi," he murmurs.
The Half Demon keeps going until all she can taste is Jinu, then he's changing hands yet again and offering her more of her own arousal. Rumi’s ready for it this time, takes his fingers into her mouth eagerly, lets her eyes close as she slowly licks them clean. Rumi honestly never knew she tasted so good, and Jinu’s reaction is unbelievably hot.
"Fuck," he murmurs. Jinu’s grinding slowly against her thigh, she's not even sure he realises he's doing it, and his breathing is ragged. It seems like he's just barely keeping control of himself, and Rumi loves knowing it's because of her. "Fuck, Rumi."
The Half Demon sucks, lets her cheeks go hollow. She won't lie - she's more than ready to do this for him properly, to suck on his cock until his brain falls out, but teasing him, coaxing these sounds out of him? Rumi’s having a hell of a lot of fun.
"Goodness, Rumi. " Jinu murmurs, his voice all deep and rumbly. "God. I never - wanted you so long but I didn't..."
The Demon Heartthrob sounds desperate, and when Rumi glances up, he looks desperate, too. Rumi really likes it. Jinu can't seem to take his eyes off her mouth. Eventually those fingers are clean too, and as soon as he takes them out, his lips and tongue have replaced them, and Jinu kisses her like his life depends on it.
Rumi sinks happily into it, wrapping her hands around his head to hold him close, meets his kiss with all the passion and skill she has to give. It's a heady feeling, being his focus, as if nothing else in the world even exists for Jinu right now. It's overwhelming in the best possible way.
"Wanted you so long," The Demon Heartthrob says again when they surface, and his voice almost breaks.
Rumi’s not sure she's ever made someone sound so longing and wistful, and it's both rather beautiful and downright intoxicating. And the fingers inside her and the thumb still circling close to her clit aren't helping her presence of mind one little bit. Rumi takes a deep breath and tries not to let her voice wobble too much. "Well, now you have me. So what are you going to do with me?"
Jinu leans down close and his gaze is all over her face before he looks back into her eyes. "Any damn thing you'll let me." The Demon Heartthrob smirks. The need is still there, but his voice has dropped a couple of octaves and apparently her stomach just learned how to do a backflip.
The Half Demon gulps. "Oh. Okay." She swallows again a few times, because she really wasn't prepared to be this undone, this fast. "Good." Rumi has a sneaking suspicion Jinu’s not going to find many things he can't convince her to try, a prospect that's a little frightening and utterly thrilling.
Juni smiles slowly. "Amazing, Rumi. Watching you come apart all over my hand. 'Specially just..." He's breathing heavily. "Rumi. Goodness, Rumi. You are..." Jinu shakes his head. "I gotta... I'll be right back. Else I'm gonna just- fuck."
Rumi wishes he'd finish a few of these sentences; by the way Jinu’s looking at her and the rawness of his voice, she's sure they end really well.
Jinu slides out of her, sucks his own fingers clean this time, his eyes searching her face, then he kisses her, too quick, and he's getting up.
The Half Demon whines her disapproval of Jinu being anywhere but on top of her.
"Be right back," he promises. "Trust me, Rumi." The Demon Heartthrob takes another slow look at her body, down and up. "Not gonna miss a second more'n I gotta." His glance is as warm as his touch, scorching a trail over her skin before Jinu turns away, and she shivers with delight. Rumi doesn't want him to leave, but she's certain it's going to be worth her patience. And the unimpeded view of his strong shoulders and back as Jinu walks away is extremely enjoyable view. His ass is firm and tempting even through his pants. No doubt Jinu would look even better when he's completely naked.
Rumi teases herself with anticipation as she lies there, her eyes closing as she imagines what's in store. She's wanted this since the start, and it seems it's going to more than live up to expectations. Rumi lets her chilly fingers trail up and down her body. She's even wetter than she'd realised, and the hardness of her nipples is no longer just from the cold.
The Half Demon pinches them with one hand as the other slides between her legs to savour what Jinu has done to her, and the idea of what he's going to do. She'd be tempted to finish herself off, Rumi’s so turned on, but the idea of coming over her hand isn't nearly so enticing as coming all over Jinu’s hand, or his mouth, or his cock. Rumi moans at the thought, her fingers slipping inside her, and she hopes like hell his plans include fucking her stupid.
"Oh God, Rumi."
Rumi peels her eyes open.
Jinu has returned, and he's watching eagerly as Rumi fingers herself, his eyes and mouth wide. "God."
Slowly, Rumi withdraws, then she's letting her tongue wrap around her wet fingers, tasting herself again. Jinu gulps audibly, and she only just resists the temptation to smirk. His reaction is beyond hot. The Half Demon sucks them a little harder, then lets them slide out of her mouth with an audible pop.
"Get what you needed?"
Jinu looks at her dumbly for a second. Rumi can practically watch his brain coming back to life, and it's hilarious and wonderful to have this effect on him. Then Jinu holds up his hands with a grin, and Rumi can't help laughing at the expression of triumph on his face. The Demon Heartthrob has a comforter in one hand and a box of condoms in the other, and he looks like all his birthdays have come at once.
Jinu dumps the box, then spreads out the comforter on the carpet and scoops her up from the couch to lay her down on it. The warmth of the fire feels incredible on her skin from this distance. Then Jinu is on top of her, kissing her tender but passionate, and that's even better.
The Half Demon lets her fingers edge into the waistband of his pants, slides one hand around to pop the button on his fly. Jinu makes a needy sound, one Rumi thinks she'll never forget - Jinu, needy? - then actually whimpers when Rumi strokes through his happy trail with both hands. Her fingers are still chilly, and he's shuddering.
"Too cold?"
"Definitely. Don't stop." Jinu’s voice is strained, and Rumi laughs.
She's not sure if it's a sign Jinu has a kinky side or if he's just so into her touching him he doesn't care how cold her hands are. Either way, Rumi’s enjoying the results. And hey, he promised to warm her up, right? The Half Demon knows exactly how she'd like to warm her fingers.
Rumi tugs his fly down a bit more and slips a hand inside, over his boxers, continuing to trail over his stomach with the other.
Jinu moans into her ear, and Rumi’s both delighted and unbelievably turned on to know she can draw it out of him, low and hoarse. The Half Demon always found his voice sexy, especially when he growls, but hearing it up close when his erection is just one thin layer of cotton from her hand is a whole new level of hot. Rumi lets her fingers smooth up and down the length of him, then she's sliding up to his waistband and-
The Demon Heartthrob grabs her wrist. Rumi whines in disappointment. "Jinu!"
Jinu chuckles, though his breathing is heavy and laboured. "Fuck, Rumi."
The Half Demon teases his ear with her teeth. "Well, that was more or less what I had in mind here."
Jinu laughs. "Yeah." He pushes himself up so he can look into her eyes. "It’s not that I don't want to, Rumi. I got a long list of stuff I wanna do with you, and being inside you is on there a lot. But first..." Jinu grins. "Gonna make you melt," he whispers. "I gotta taste you Rumi, need to taste you."
The Half Demon pouts. "You already did."
Jinu grins wider. "Yeah, and you tasted amazingly," he rumbles, "but it ain't the same as having my tongue in you." The Demon Heartthrob blinks slowly, and his voice grows still lower and rougher. "Not the same as feeling you all silky and wet on my lips as you fall apart. Not the same as making you come in my mouth."
Rumi swallows.
Rumi’s a big fan of good head. She has a strong suspicion Jinu’s is going to be really talented in this department.
But there's something else at work here, too. Rumi’s never had anyone seem quite so aroused at the thought of doing it for her. Never had anyone so excited at the prospect of giving it to her. And it's Jinu, looking at her like she's everything he's ever wanted. To say it's a turn on is a wild understatement. It's making her so wet Rumi’s practically dripping.
"Okay," The Half Demon manages.
Jinu grins mischievously. "Good. Gonna take you to pieces, Rumi. Gonna enjoy every single second."
Now she's unable to speak, but Rumi was suspects the way she's panting and drooling and generally acting like her brain just fell out tells him everything he needs to know. Jinu waggles his eyebrows comically, his eyes wide and happy, then his mouth is moving down the side of her neck and Rumi lets her head fall back and surrenders to the sensation of his hands and fingers and lips and tongue and teeth.
Her eyes slip closed again as Jinu kisses and licks and nibbles his way down her body, as his hands slide up her ribcage and cup her breasts. "You're gorgeous," he murmurs into her skin before he sucks a nipple into his mouth.
Rumi still doesn't have the vocal coordination to respond in words, but she groans happily and scrapes her fingernails over his scalp, and by the answering moan vibrating deliciously against her skin, the message has been received loud and clear, and the enjoyment is not at all one-sided.
Jinu lingers awhile, his mouth and hands exploring her breasts in minute detail, and part of her really wants him to hurry up. Rumi’s so turned on it's almost painful to wait for him to get between her legs. But at the same time... God. Jinu’s so thorough and so enthusiastic, and the intensity of his slow progress is making her melt into a puddle.
In theory Rumi’s still cold, she's still grateful for the warmth of the fire, if Jinu were to stop any time soon she'd be tugging him up to cover her body again, but The Half Demon can no longer tell how much of her shivering is because she's chilly and how much is pure, undiluted arousal.
Jinu laughs as he licks and sucks and even lightly bites her nipples into hard, desperately sensitive little points, and Rumi scrabbles her feet and her hands tighten around his head. "Oh God, Jinu."
Rumi’s so turned on, his tongue might just as well be circling her clit already, each movement making her body tingle and vibrate. But Jinu’s not between her legs, and she wants him there, and all she can do is moan and plead. "Beautiful," Jinu says, then he's blowing a cool stream of air over one hard wet nipple and she could cry.
Finally he's moving again, and Rumi’s too needy and aching to do anything but wriggle and whine impatiently as Jinu kisses his way over her stomach.
"Please..."
The Demon Heartthrob chuckles again. "Next time, next time I'm really gonna make you beg," he murmurs, "but Goodness, Rumi, I wanna taste you so bad."
The unadulterated want in his voice is intoxicating. Rumi’s also very okay with the way he's already planning for 'next time'; Jinu’s using his tongue to make her beg sure sounds like a lot of fun.
Jinu leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses over her belly, and his hands gently part her legs. Rumi lets him spread her wide, and when she forces her eyes open for a moment, Jinu’s looking at her with appreciation and wonder and decided covetousness. Rumi tilts her hips up, offering herself unreservedly.
The Demon Heartthrob chuckles. "Gorgeous," he murmurs, then he's lowering his mouth to her skin again and Rumi sighs with a mixture of relief and impatience. God, she needs his tongue in her now, or she's going to explode.
It seems Jinu’s not quite done teasing, kissing and nibbling slowly up her inner thigh as Rumi whimpers, but he doesn't stop once he reaches the top of her leg, just keeps going until his lips are pressed intimately against her, and Jinu must be able to tell how much Rumi needs him to get on with it already.
"Please!" The Half Demon manages.
Jinu chuckles, but complies. His tongue slips over her, slow and gentle as he laps at her, so light, too light at first, and Rumi lets out another series of begging noises and pushes up to meet his mouth. The Demon Heartthrob laughs some more, sucks on her soft folds. Her hands twist into his hair as Rumi gasps, then his his tongue slides into her, and he makes a sound of intense satisfaction and starts to explore.
Oh, sweet mercy. The Half Demon writhes against his lips and he's grinning into her body, but frankly she doesn't care if he's laughing at her. Jinu’s eating her out with skill and such enjoyment, licking her like she's a bowl of particularly delicious ice cream and he has no spoon, and he's certainly making her melt readily enough to make the simile apt. It's just as hot and perfect as Rumi always thought and hoped it could be, just as tender and loving and overwhelming.
It doesn't hurt that he seems to be getting off on it almost as much as she is. Jinu groans, buries his face in deep, and Rumi needs no encouragement to press into his mouth, to open herself out and invite him to take all he wants. Judging by his response, Jinu wants everything.
Oh my God. This it what it's supposed to be like. Overwhelming and all encompassing and so good The Half Demon thinks her brain may implode. Needy noises of want are spilling out of her, she's lost any control she had over the situation, but even though she can feel him chuckling, Rumi couldn't care less. Let him laugh. She winds her fingers even harder into his hair to hold him there, so hard it must hurt, and proceeds to fall apart, to lose her mind in his mouth as Jinu loves her.
The Half Demon's so engrossed with his mouth, she's all but forgotten about his hands, then his fingers replace his tongue inside her, and Jinu unerringly finds the sweet spot he uncovered before as he licks and sucks her clit, and suddenly Rumi’s breaking and shattering under him.
Rumi swears, to her own surprise, her hands and thighs tightening around his head, her back arching as release pours over her and Jinu doesn't stop.
Her body shakes, her whole world shrinking down to his tongue and his fingers and the way Jinu’s making her feel, and once she's done swearing Rumi finds herself gasping, almost sobbing his name. Jinu brings her gently down from the high, teasing aftershocks and shudders out of her with the softest touches and licks. By the time she can think coherently again, Rumi’s a jellied heap on the comforter, legs and arms akimbo, supremely satisfied, and so relaxed she's not sure she can do anything but breathe.
The Demon Heartthrob kisses and nips his way back up her body, and she finds she's so worn out, so thoroughly had, Rumi doesn't even have the wherewithal to reach down and stroke her fingers through his hair.
Jinu grins widely at her when he's above her again. "Wanted to do that for so long. Better than I ever imagined." He shakes his head. "Wow."
The Half Demon blinks slowly. "'So good. Mmmm." Rumi doesn't even have the energy to be embarrassed about not being able to talk straight. "Was... was yum," she manages.
Jinu’s amusement is written all over his face. "Good. 'Cause I wanna do it a lot. Got a lotta time to make up for."
"Yeah?"
"Uh-huh. Wanted to do that since our third secret date."
The Half Demon blinks a few more times. "Yeah?"
Jinu shrugs a shoulder. "Something about a Demon who knows what she's worth." His eyes crinkle. "Kinda made me wanna rip you out of your neat little romper getup and make you scream."
"Weirdo." Rumi can't help the lazy smile as she says it.
Jinu shrugs again. "Guess I just like ballsy women. 'Specially when they grow their own."
The Half Demon giggles. It comes out lower and huskier than she intended. Jinu really has just taken her brain apart, and she's too blissed out to mind. "You're definitely a weirdo."
Jinu chuckles. "I can live with that." He smooths her hair back from her forehead. "'Long as you keep letting me make you fall to pieces."
Rumi has no intention of letting him stop, but she can't let him get away with being quite so self-satisfied. The Half Demon attempts to narrow her eyes. "Smug bastard." Or at least, that's what she tries to say. It comes out with several missing consonants.
Jinu grins and leans down to kiss her, soft and warm. She melts into it. He's dangerously good at this, and Rumi can't decide if losing herself in his mouth is an extremely bad idea, or the best idea the world has ever seen. It might be both. Even if it was proven dangerous, Rumi’s not at all sure she could bring herself to let it stop.
The kiss gets deeper and more passionate, and when Rumi finally regains the ability to do anything but lie here and accept pleasure, she winds one hand into the back of his hair and runs the other down his back. The Half Demon traces down his spine and under the loosened waistband of his pants, then pulls herself up to press into him. Jinu lets out a groan, and it's a deeply satisfactory response.
They grind into each other for quite some time, mutual exploration of each other's mouths and bodies prompting more moans of pleasure. The Half Demon grabs his ass harder so she can grind against him more effectively, and laughs when Jinu shudders and swears.
"Wicked girl," The Demon Heartthrob murmurs, scrabbling at his pants. Rumi slides a hand down between his legs and strokes his erection through his underwear. Jinu lets out a sound that's nearly a whimper, stilling completely for a second before tearing at his pants even more desperately in a bid to get shot of them. "Oh fuck, Rumi."
The Half Demon laughs again. "Definitely," she agrees. "Or I'd be very disappointed." She lets the fingers of her free hand slide into the back of his boxers and scrapes her fingernails lightly over his skin, and this time it's definitely a whimper, and Rumi never imagined Jinu could sound quite so needy and desperate, never mind that she would be the one to make him sound this way. Rumi rubs up and down his cock, enjoying both how he feels even through the cotton and his reactions to her touch. "Lovely," she murmurs.
Finally, Rumi can't bring herself to tease any longer, and slips her hand into his boxers to wrap her fingers around him. Jinu’s warm and thick and hard, and her body just drooled.
He yelps even as Jinu pushes against her touch. "God, Rumi, cold." It comes out squeaky, and she laughs. "Wicked woman," he complains.
"No shrinkage, though," The Half Demon says, grinning. Or if there is shrinkage, she's not sure how he doesn't lose his balance on a day to day basis. She's very happy with what she has in her hand.
Jinu shakes his head and chuckles in her ear. "Wicked."
"Oh, Jinu." Rumi lets her voice turn sultry soft. "You just wait."
The Demon Heartthrob groans happily. "Oh, God."
She runs her hand up and down the length of him. Rumi can't decide what's hotter - the feel of him, or the gasps and moans she's coaxing out of him. No, actually, she lied - the noises are hot, but his erection is the best thing she's had her hands on in months, maybe years. The Half Demon wraps her fingers firmly around him.
"Wanted to do this for ages," Rumi confesses. His answering moan is very enjoyable. "So badly wanted to touch you, hold you in my hand, feel you inside me."
Jinu groans again. "Goodness, Rumi. Wish I'd known. God."
She's so glad she decided to do such a stupid thing. The Half Demon still can't quite believe she had the guts to wait until Zoey and Mira have shopping day and go to the bathhouse and take all her clothes off while they were home alone, but the result is so very worth it. "How much do you want me?"
Jinu screws his eyes shut, takes a few deep breaths, as if he's desperately trying to claw back a little coherence.
"So much," Jinu manages at last. "Rumi do you have any idea? So hard to keep my hands off of you." Jinu shakes his head. "Sucking that damn lollipop the other night, did you even realise how fucking sexy that was? Could hardly walk." A few more noisy breaths through his nose, as if he's just barely staying in control. "Seeing you in all those concert outfits. Made me wanna find somewhere private, kiss the self-certainty out of you. See if I couldn't make the good girl into a bad girl."
The Half Demon laughs. "Didn't realise I was a bad girl already, then?"
Jinu opens his eyes a crack and smirks. "Well... kinda hoped, maybe..." He winks. "Finding my soulmate Seduce me in the living room with no clothes on sorta clinched it."
"Good surprise?"
The Demon Heartthrob shakes his head, takes another deep breath. "Good? Good?" He looks awed and sounds incredulous. "Spectacular. Thought I was having a stroke or something. Then you asked me to do anything on you." Jinu shakes his head again, his eyes widening. "Nearly just climbed on top of you there and then."
Rumi giggles. "I would've let you."
"Glad I didn't, though. Fantastic watching you come apart, feeling you melt over my hand." Jinu strokes over her stomach, her thighs, gently parts her legs again and slips his fingers into her. "Number of times I wanted to take you in the elevator, see if I could make you scream, make you yell your gorgeous head off."
The Half Demon can't help pushing against his touch. "If you feel like doing that any time soon," she manages, trying to ignore how gravelly and desperate her voice sounds, "it would be very okay." Rumi gulps. "Anytime."
Jinu chuckles. "Good to know."
"Not really your fingers I want inside me right now, though."
"Me either, Rumi."
Attempting to lose his boxers is pretty awkward one-handed, but The Half Demon can't bring herself to let go of his cock, of the hard evidence (hard and long and thick) of his attraction to her, and apparently Jinu was no more inclined to remove his fingers from her body.
Eventually he's naked, at last. Given how Rumi feels about him, she can't imagine a scenario where she'd have a problem with nude Jinu, but it turns out he's just as delicious as any fantasy in which she's previously indulged. "Mmmm." Rumi’s too busy touching him to get a proper eyeful, but what's she's seen, she likes, and what she feels, pinning her down and pressing her into the comforter, she likes even more. Rumi’s sure, once she gets a better look, she's going to be happy on every possible level. "You're yummy, Jinu."
Jinu laughs again, and it's rich and wholehearted. "Glad ya think so. Pretty damn delicious yourself, Rumi." The Demon Heartthrob leans into her, his mouth slow and sure on hers, his body hot and firm, and Rumi moans desperately.
God, can't Jinu tell she needs him inside her immediately? The Half Demon whimpers into his mouth, gasps 'Please' against his lips, digs her fingernails hard into his backside.
Jinu laughs again, which is probably the reaction Rumi should've expected if she's honest, but he's reaching for a condom, and it's about the only acceptable reason for not having both his hands on her skin.
The Half Demon whines, whines harder when Jinu pulls back from the kiss to look at what he's doing, and seriously, the man needs to get a hell of a lot more efficient at this. Frustrated, Rumi plucks it from his fingers, and in double quick time she has it out of the packet and she's reaching down to hold him steady as she rolls it over the length of him.
"Impatient," Jinu says mildly.
Rumi growls. "Just... please..."
Jinu shakes his head and grins, then he's parting her and his cock is sliding over her, and at last...
The Half Demon whimpers as Jinu pushes slowly in, whimpers with need and pleasure and relief as he fills her up. "Oh... yes..."
"Warm yet?"
"Getting there." Rumi’s voice is strained and rough. The Half Demon would be embarrassed if she weren't so busy enjoying how good this is.
"Feel pretty damn hot to me." The Demon Heartthrob grins as he starts to move. "Look pretty damn hot, and all." His teeth go back to her ear. "Oh God, Rumi." he murmurs. "God, I love- I love-" His voice trails off, but Rumi finds she's surprisingly okay with reading between the lines. Especially with him inside her, making her brain crumble to pieces.
Jinu thrusts long and slow and deep, and every time he slides home, he lets out a groan of pleasure, and he's so big, and Rumi feels so full, and his cock just feels so incredible inside her.
The Half Demon wants to tell Jinu, wants to confess exactly how long she's wanted this, how she maybe (probably) loves him right back, but words are beyond her. Maybe later she'll work out how to say it; for now she hopes the silky caress of her body will do all the talking. Rumi grabs his face in both hands, pulls his lips to hers, puts everything she can into the kiss, and lets herself sink into mindless pleasure.