Dinner 'n a Show

Aerith props herself up on her elbows and looks at Demyx over the rise of her belly and breasts. He has discarded the long black leather coat he was wearing when they met in the cafe, along with his shirt and shoes. The top button of his pants is undone as well, to give his obvious erection room to, well, breathe. He asked her to stay dressed, saying that he liked to unwrap his presents himself.

"You're sure?" Aerith blushes. A lot of guys don't like doing this. Demyx just grins up at her. Aerith is lying on the bed, belly up, with her knees up, forming a tent out of her skirt. Demyx is lying on the bed as well, belly down and propped up on his elbows.

"Positive." He scoots forward, until she can feel his warm breath ghosting over the slightly damp cotton covering her sex. She shivers a bit in anticipation. "This might just be my favorite place to be in the whole wide world."

"Hm?" She squirms a bit, wriggling her toes.

"Shh. Relax." He takes one hand out from under him to gently push at her abdomen. She gets the hint and lies back, grasping gently at her blue coverlet. Demyx grins and plants a kiss on her mound, making her jump. Demyx laughs at this.
"Relax." Another kiss. "I know what I'm doing."

Aerith wills herself to relax as Demyx leans to the left, kissing up her thigh. With a slight grin, he pulls the skirt farther down, so that it drapes over is head.
"Just sit back..." He gives a sloppy kiss to the crease where he thigh meets her torso. "And enjoy the ride."

Aerith makes a quiet cooing noise and purrs. Demyx smiles against the soft skin of her thigh and nuzzles into the musky wet cotton in front of his face. He smiles when he hears Aerith gasp and kisses her again, this time a bit lower, on her clitoris. Aerith's hips jerk, and Demyx smiles again.

"'m gonna take your panties, 'kay?" He props himself onto his elbows, making a ghost costume out of the pink fabric of her skirt. Aerith blinks and nods.

"'kay."

Demyx hooks his thumb under the waistband of her panties and slips them down. When they're just past her thighs, he pauses to admire that which he has been seeking.

Aerith is wet, her springy brown curls visibly moist. In the cleft, between the lips, a bit of fluid glimmers. Demyx has to taste it, because it all looks so... inviting, like a home cooked meal, only better.

Leaning forward, he gives a long, slow lick, right between the lips. Aerith cries out, a wavering moan, and Demyx does it again, to hear that that wonderful noise again. This time, Aerith's hips shift and Demyx grins.

"Foot up, please," He requests, tugging gently at the waistband of her panties. Aerith complies, not even noticing when Demyx stuffs them in his pocket. All of her attention is focused on Demyx and that amazing mouth of his.

Demyx gives long, slow licks, his hands resting on her thighs, kneading at them like a kitten. After almost a minute of his near constant licking, Demyx comes up for air.
"Spread your legs a little wider, sweet," He coos, still under her skirt. Aerith obeys, panting.

"You're... very good at this."

"I know." Demyx grins.

Taking a deep breath, he goes back down, licking with renewed fury. Her whines and whimpers are like music as he moves upwards, gently suckling at her clitoris. When he does this, she yowls outright, clawing at the sheets. Her hips buck harder.

Demyx grins at this, then starts humming. The vibrations make her shiver, then groan as he slips his tongue in, still humming and suckling. She comes in a gush of fluid, arching her back and keening as he licks it down greedily, making delightfully obscene slurping noises.

She comes three more times before he is finally satisfied. When he emerges from under her skirt, she laughs. His mullet/Mohawk has been nearly flattened and the lower half of his face is shiny with come and vaginal fluid.

"You look like a glazed doughnut," She giggles, so tired she feels as if her bones have been turned to water. Demyx leans down and kisses her gently on the forehead. His cock is out and going soft, but he has the decency to look a little embarrassed.

"I, er...' He stammers. "I kind of... messed up your sheets."

Aerith smiles at him.
"Don't worry." She sees him glace at her bedroom clock, then do a double take.

"Oh shit! I gotta go!" He is tying up his boots as he speaks. Next comes his pants, then his shirt, then his coat. Aerith notes that he still hasn't wiped off his face. "Nice meeting you! We should do this again!" He seems to vanish in a puff of black smoke.

Aerith blinks. She... wasn't expecting that.

"Dude, what took you so long?" Xigbar glares at the Neophyte.

"Sorry, man!" He smiles, revealing a brown hair stuck between his teeth. "I was eating out."