O&#039s lips were suddenly on mine, pulling my mouth magnetically to his. I surprised myself because not only did I not pull back at his sudden move, I leaned in wanting more. I guess I had never realized just how sexy the Devil was until his hot body was pressed against mine, everything that was in full contact with him on fire and aching for that burn to go deeper, lower. His hands sqeezed my shoulders as he held me against his chest, kissing me deeply, greedily like a man parched for water putting his mouth against a spring. I felt greedy too; I wanted more. I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned into him, trying to press against him hard as though making a mold of him in my skin. He responded well. His arms slid down around me, and his lips pulled away ever so slightly to let out a gentle moan of pleasure. I pushed forward, ravenously closing the tiny gap he had created to feel his hot lips on mine again. I slid my tongue into his mouth and hooked it, pulling his lips to me and causing him to lean forward further, stooping his tall frame to meet my short one. I never wanted that feeling to stop. There was a warmth flooding my body from the inside that was not due to the Devil&#039s naturally high body temperature. It spread from my solar plexis through my chest and limbs reaching even the fingertips that dug into O&#039s dark blue shirt over his dark red back.

          O obviously did not want the moment to end either. He held me tight and kept his lips to mine. I felt the flick of his forked tongue against my teeth and opened my mouth more, moaning, wanting to feel everything that he had to offer. I arched into his deep kiss, pulling my arms up with it along his back, tugging his shirt out of his pants and exposing his skin to the night air. He shivered slightly as the cool air carressed his back, and I slid my hands under his shirt to rub his smooth skin.

          Taking my cue, O began pulling at my clothes. His arms pulled my shirt out of my skirt effortlessly as he slid his embracing grasp up my torso. Then, without letting my shirt fall back into place, his hands slipped quickly underneath where his hot fingers and palms pressed against my sides level with my breasts. I wanted him to move his hands forward, and when they didn&#039t since O was caught up in our game of tongue-tug-of-war, I pulled my body back from him just enough so that his hands fell naturally on my breasts while keeping that hot contact of our lips. He started at my move and pulled his face back from mine, startled and almost unsure of how to proceed. I looked up into those bright blue eyes of his and smiled with a look of pure desire. I purred at him as I pulled him close again, pinning his hands on my tits between us, kissing his face all over to reassure him that yes, I really did want this. I needed it.

          No words were exchanged as O understood to go on kissing me forcefully, fervently. I don&#039t suppose that there was any point in speaking because there was enough body language between us to fill volumes. Our shirts came off, shoes were kicked to the side, and as we stumbled across the room to the bed, our lips never parted. By the time we reached the four-poster, his pants had been thrown across a table and my skirt was wrapped around a chair leg. Other than moaning, gasping, and the occasional screaming, we didn&#039t say a thing until I purred awake the next morning. Smiling lovingly at the blinking Devil, I murmured, &#034Hi.&#034