Ch.26
Her hair was in my mouth when I woke up.
Crimson strands across my face and pillow, tangled with my fingers where I'd been holding her in my sleep. Rias was pressed against me, her back to my chest, her legs curled up and her feet cold against my shins. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and nothing else and the hem had ridden up to her ribs and the curve of her bare hip was warm against my stomach.
My bedroom was grey with early light. Asia was still asleep across the hall. Outside, a bird was going at it, repetitive, something I'd been hearing for weeks and still couldn't identify.
I pulled the hair out of my mouth. Rias made a sound and pressed back against me, a sleepy adjustment, and her ass settled against my hips and I was half-hard because that was what happened when Rias Gremory's bare skin was against yours at dawn. She was always warm. Devil metabolism running hotter than human, and the heat of her back against my chest and her legs tangled with mine was specific and familiar.
She'd been sleeping over every few nights since the harem talk. Window left unlocked, my parents oblivious, Asia setting an extra plate at breakfast. It was becoming routine. My bathroom shelf had lost territory to her shampoo.
I pressed my mouth against the back of her neck. Her hair smelled expensive. She made a quiet sound and shifted and my cock pressed harder against her ass through the fabric of my boxers and she felt it because her hips moved, a small push backward.
"Mm." Sleep-rough. She reached back without opening her eyes and her hand found my hip and pulled me closer.
I slid my hand under the t-shirt. Her stomach was warm and flat and she exhaled when my palm settled on her belly. My fingers spread across her. She put her hand over mine and pressed it down and laced her fingers through mine and held.
We lay there. Her heartbeat was steady against my chest through her back. The grey light was getting brighter. The bird kept going. My cock was hard against her ass and she was pressing back with small rolls of her hips that she might have been doing in her sleep except her fingers had tightened on mine.
I kissed her neck. The spot below her ear where her pulse was. Her breath caught. My hand slid lower from her stomach, down across her hip, and my fingers found the crease where her thigh met her body, warm and soft.
"Ise." Quiet. Sleep-slow. Eyes still closed.
My fingers found her. Warm, damp from sleep, and when I pressed she was soft and yielding. I stroked her slowly, my middle finger sliding between her lips, finding her clit, and her hips shifted against my hand. She was getting wet faster than she used to. The first time, I'd had to work for it. Now the dampness turned to slick under my fingers and the sound of my hand on her was quiet in the morning room. Her back was warm against my chest and my cock was fully hard now, pressing against the curve of her ass, aching.
"Nn- ah-" Under her breath. Her head turned into the pillow and her cheeks were flushed and she was biting her lower lip. The edge of her jaw was visible from this angle, the flush running down the side of her neck and under the collar of my shirt.
The house was quiet around us. Asia's room. My parents gone. The wet sound of my fingers between her legs was audible in the silence and Rias's face went pinker and her hips kept moving.
I pushed my boxers down. She felt the movement and her hips tilted, angling, and I pressed my cock against her from behind, the head sliding along the wet heat between her thighs. She shuddered.
"Please."
I pushed in. Slow. The angle from spooning was shallow and I slid in inch by inch. The first push was tight, the morning resistance of a body still waking up, and then she opened around me and the heat was immediate, wet, the familiar grip of her. She exhaled long and slow and her hand squeezed mine on her stomach and her hips pressed back, taking me deeper. The last inch she gasped, a small "ah" that she pressed into the pillow, and I was fully inside her with my face in her hair and my hand in hers and her body wrapped around me.
I moved. Slow rolls of my hips, shallow thrusts, unhurried. Each stroke slid through slick heat and the wet sound of it was quiet, barely audible over our breathing. Her body gripped me gently on each pull-back and released on each push forward.
Her breathing was slow and deep, each exhale a small sound. "Mm." "Nn." Private. The sounds she made when there was no one to be composed for. My hand was on her stomach and her abs flexed with each thrust, a small contraction under my palm, and her fingers tightened on mine each time I pushed deep.
Rias's power hummed under her skin. I felt it through my palm, the Devil energy warm and dense, and for the first time since our first night it didn't crackle. The power was there, buzzing, but contained. She was controlling it. The hum vibrated through my hand and through the Boosted Gear's gem on my arm.
I kissed her shoulder. She turned her head and her mouth found mine, awkward at the angle, and the kiss was slow and warm and tasted like sleep. My hips kept moving. The friction was wet and the building sensation was gradual, rising from deep.
"Ah- Ise-" Against my mouth. Her hips rolling faster, matching me, and the grip of her body was tightening by fractions. Her hand on mine pressed harder against her stomach. Her breathing was losing its rhythm, catching on every other exhale.
I pressed deeper. Held. Ground into her from behind and her breath hitched and her back arched against my chest and her free hand grabbed the pillow above her head, knuckles white.
"Right there-"
I ground into that spot. Slow circles. Her hips pressed against my hips and she made a sound that started low and broke higher and her body clenched around me. I kept the angle. Her fingers on mine started squeezing in a rhythm, grip-release-grip-release, faster, tighter, and her breathing went short and shallow.
"Nn- ah- Ise- I'm-"
She came with a sigh. A long exhale through parted lips, her body going rigid and then soft, her pussy clenching around me in deep slow waves. Her hand on mine squeezed hard enough that my knuckles ached. The Power of Destruction hummed louder under her skin, a warm vibration through my palm, but it didn't break through. No sparks. The control held.
She breathed. Slow. Settling. I was still hard inside her, pressed against her back, and she knew. My cock ached with the edge of an orgasm I hadn't chased, and her body was still clenching in soft aftershocks around me.
She lay there for a moment with her eyes closed. Then she turned in my arms. The movement shifted me inside her and she made a quiet sound, sensitive, and when she was facing me her full face was there for the first time since we'd started. Flushed, soft, her lower lip bitten pink. Her blue-green eyes opened.
She looked at me. Her hand came up and touched my face. Thumb on my cheekbone, fingers along my jaw.
She kissed me. Slow. Her tongue against mine, lazy, thorough. Her hand slid down my chest and found my cock, still wet from inside her, and she stroked me and the sensation was sharp because I was close, had been close, and her hand was warm and slick and her thumb pressed under the head and my hips pushed into her grip.
She shifted her hips. Guided me back in. The re-entry was different from the first. Wetter, looser, swollen from her orgasm, and the heat wrapped around me with less resistance and more depth. She took me all the way and her breath came out against my mouth and her legs wrapped around my hips.
She'd done this the first time. After the desk, after the urgency, she'd turned to face me on the couch and wrapped her legs around me and watched my face. She needed to see me choosing her. The proof that I was here and present and looking at her.
My forehead against hers. My hips moving slow. Her body warm and open around me and her legs pulling me deeper on each stroke. Her hands on my shoulders, gripping gently.
"Ise." Quiet.
"I'm here."
Her eyes were wet. She blinked and kissed me and her hips moved faster and the gentleness started eroding. The wet sounds between us got louder in the quiet bedroom and the bird outside had gone silent and now it was just us, just the slick rhythm of our bodies and her breathing going ragged against my mouth.
"Don't stop-" Into my mouth. Her legs locked around my hips and her heels pressed into my lower back. Her face was close, the flush spreading down her neck, her lips swollen, her eyes on mine, bright and wet.
I held my pace. Slow. Deep. Her body doing the climbing. The grip of her told me where she was, the pulses starting, her pussy clenching on each thrust, and her fingers on my shoulders were digging in and releasing, digging in and releasing, that quickening rhythm she had before she came.
She came quietly. Forehead against mine, eyes shut, her breath held then released in a long shuddering exhale. Her pussy clenched around me in rhythmic waves and her legs tightened and a small "ah" came out of her mouth, barely audible. Her body shook against mine.
Her eyes were open again. On mine. Wet and soft and choosing to look at me through it.
The Boosted Gear's gem pulsed. The energy transfer was familiar, warm Devil energy flowing through her skin into mine. Maintenance. The Destruction hummed and stayed contained.
I came after she did. Her aftershocks pulling at me, the wet warmth and the tightness and her breath hot against my neck. I buried deep and held, my hips pressed flush against hers, and the orgasm rolled through me slow and warm. I was pulsing inside her and she clenched with each pulse, her body answering mine, and her legs kept me there and her hand found mine between us and she held it. Her fingers laced through mine. The grip was warm.
We lay tangled. Face to face. The bird outside started again. Morning light had gone from grey to pale gold across the ceiling and the room smelled like sleep and sex and her shampoo. Her breathing slowed. My hand was on her lower back.
The Riser fight was coming. A pressure at the edge of awareness, and the quiet mornings like this were numbered. Grayfia would arrive soon. The fire circle. The blonde asshole in the white coat who thought he owned her because a contract said he did.
Rias was warm against me and her heartbeat was steady and she didn't know what was coming.
I pulled her closer.