[Nothing wrong with a little worship. He did it virtually every day to himself, idolising himself, his body a literal temple as he desperately tried to keep it at an acceptable level of perfection. If women wanted to come visit this temple of his and show their appreciation, who was he to complain? Let them enjoy their time, let them worship, he could accept any and all praise they had to offer.
This? This was the highest form of praise, soft lips at his thighs, even the teeth approved, hissing out a breath as she sucked against the delicate skin there. She was good, better than most already and they'd barely even begun. So how could he be blamed for wanting to grab a little more?
As the count down begins, he makes his move, pushing himself up straight with an easy push-up, spinning on the spot and making a dash for her-- except he'd already forgotten about the suit pants pooled at his ankles, the ultimate shackles in halting his progress. He falls to the floor with no grace, thumping hard onto an arm and quickly scrabbling to wrestle out of his tailored bindings. There's no way he can make it in time, but he's not going to stop his attempt just for a simple timer, one leg free and already up on one knee by the time she gets to 'one' and... by God, those breasts are distracting as hell...]
[ Jeff on his knees, pants off, looking up at her with an expression of awe--that's what she's wanted all this time. He's so stubborn, so hard to win over, but a little bit of manipulation and there he goes, right where he belongs, on his knees before her.
Lucifer steps forward, slowly, "dressed" only from the waist down, her pert breasts, abs catching the light. She stood over him, amused, then took another step forward, sliding her fingers right into Jeff's hair, holding him tight as she stepped across him. She pressed her crotch to his face, holding him tight as she ground against him. The scent of her arousal was unmistakeable. ]
Do you like that? You want to be used for my pleasure, don't you, Jeff?
[ She tipped his face up toward her, tugging roughly on his hair. ]
I'm going to ride you. I think it's only fair you do a little something for me first, don't you? [ She released her grip on his hair, slowly. ] No hands.
[He's not entirely sure how he ended up in this position when he had every chance to move, but her approach is so sultry, so alluring that he stays right where he is, on his knees, gaze cast upwards as she looms ever closer. It's not an angle he's used to, being this much lower than someone when he tends to be the one towering above others, but it certainly gives him some amazing views.
As that tight grip in his hair drags him in, he's left huffing a few heavy breaths against the warmth she presents, inhaling sharply as he's pulled back, neck craned up to meet her eyes in his. He could fight against this, of course he could, but what fun is there to be had in doing the same shit he always does when he's being presented with this? If she wants foreplay, he's quite happy to give it, so long as he can claim his own pleasure from it all.]
No hands. [He repeats quietly, almost as a reminder to himself and verbal acceptance of the challenge. Not that he's likely to keep to it for long, but he might as well begin on a good note.
Without further questioning he closes the gap again, nose pressing in against her pubic bone to exhale warmly, jaw dropping just enough for his tongue to lap out, the flat of it pressing wetly against her, even with the lacy fabric between them both. He lingers for a few long seconds before closing off with a light, but nevertheless blunt scrape of his bottom teeth, instead turning his attention to literal lip service, light but well placed movements as he mouths against her covered clitoris, hands already starting to lift to her sides because fuck this, it'd be so much easier without that underwear between them.]
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This? This was the highest form of praise, soft lips at his thighs, even the teeth approved, hissing out a breath as she sucked against the delicate skin there. She was good, better than most already and they'd barely even begun. So how could he be blamed for wanting to grab a little more?
As the count down begins, he makes his move, pushing himself up straight with an easy push-up, spinning on the spot and making a dash for her-- except he'd already forgotten about the suit pants pooled at his ankles, the ultimate shackles in halting his progress. He falls to the floor with no grace, thumping hard onto an arm and quickly scrabbling to wrestle out of his tailored bindings. There's no way he can make it in time, but he's not going to stop his attempt just for a simple timer, one leg free and already up on one knee by the time she gets to 'one' and... by God, those breasts are distracting as hell...]
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Lucifer steps forward, slowly, "dressed" only from the waist down, her pert breasts, abs catching the light. She stood over him, amused, then took another step forward, sliding her fingers right into Jeff's hair, holding him tight as she stepped across him. She pressed her crotch to his face, holding him tight as she ground against him. The scent of her arousal was unmistakeable. ]
Do you like that? You want to be used for my pleasure, don't you, Jeff?
[ She tipped his face up toward her, tugging roughly on his hair. ]
I'm going to ride you. I think it's only fair you do a little something for me first, don't you? [ She released her grip on his hair, slowly. ] No hands.
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As that tight grip in his hair drags him in, he's left huffing a few heavy breaths against the warmth she presents, inhaling sharply as he's pulled back, neck craned up to meet her eyes in his. He could fight against this, of course he could, but what fun is there to be had in doing the same shit he always does when he's being presented with this? If she wants foreplay, he's quite happy to give it, so long as he can claim his own pleasure from it all.]
No hands. [He repeats quietly, almost as a reminder to himself and verbal acceptance of the challenge. Not that he's likely to keep to it for long, but he might as well begin on a good note.
Without further questioning he closes the gap again, nose pressing in against her pubic bone to exhale warmly, jaw dropping just enough for his tongue to lap out, the flat of it pressing wetly against her, even with the lacy fabric between them both. He lingers for a few long seconds before closing off with a light, but nevertheless blunt scrape of his bottom teeth, instead turning his attention to literal lip service, light but well placed movements as he mouths against her covered clitoris, hands already starting to lift to her sides because fuck this, it'd be so much easier without that underwear between them.]