Lucifer: Godless Reawakening-Chapter 248: Finish what you started**

William couldn’t believe Emma just told Sherry to go away, even though they were meeting after such a long time. However, at the moment, he couldn’t be anymore thankful.

The love of his life was currently on her knees, and if that wasn’t enough to make his heart flutter, her movements added the excitement he never felt during the run this morning or any battle.

It was strange, it was exhilarating and he welcomed all of it.

Emma pulled back slowly, letting her lips drag along every inch until only the flushed head remained cradled on her tongue.

She kept her eyes lifted to his the whole time—wide, earnest, a little uncertain despite the heat in them. Her technique wasn’t polished; there was no practiced rhythm.

What she gave him was raw devotion: messy, eager, almost clumsy in how badly she wanted to make him feel good.

She sucked gently at the tip again, cheeks hollowing, then released with a soft, wet pop before licking a broad, flat stripe from base to crown—tongue pressing hard against the thick vein that ran underneath.

When she reached the head she swirled around it once, twice, then tried to take him deeper again. Too fast this time. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged softly, eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away.

"Don’t hurt yourself..." He said, but truth be told he didn’t have the will to stop her. This felt incredible. Kissed by her lips, tasted by her tongue...he felt euphoric.

She breathed through her nose, held him there a shaky second longer, then eased back with a quiet, apologetic hum.

"Sorry," she whispered against his skin, voice thick, lips shiny. "I’m... still learning what you like."

William’s hand in her hair tightened—not to force, just to steady himself. His voice came out gravel-rough.

"Don’t apologize. Emma... the way you’re trying so hard—" He broke off on a low groan when she wrapped both hands around the base and stroked upward while her mouth returned to the head, sucking with uneven pressure, sometimes too light, sometimes almost too much.

It was the imperfection that undid him.

She bobbed shallowly now—only taking the first few inches—lips stretched wide, tongue fluttering clumsily against the underside whenever she remembered to do it.

Saliva gathered at the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin; she didn’t wipe it away.

"Like that?" she asked, pulling off long enough to speak, voice small and hopeful. A string of spit still connected her lower lip to his glistening tip.

He rasped, "Yeah...but I can’t be the only one enjoying this."

His hands slid under her arms and lifted her in one smooth motion, strong enough that her knees left the floor without protest. Emma let out a surprised squeak, lips still swollen and glistening, as he carried her the few steps to the bed.

He dropped onto his back first, pulling her with him so she landed straddling his chest, then higher—her knees bracketing his shoulders. The position clicked into place instantly: her skirt bunched around her hips, his face already between her thighs, her dripping center hovering just above his mouth, separated only by a thin fabric.

"Keep going," he whispered against her inner thigh, breath hot enough to make her shiver.

Emma braced her hands on either side of his hips, leaning forward until her mouth found him again. She took him back in with a soft, eager moan—deeper this time, more confident now that she could brace herself.

Her tongue worked clumsily but devotedly along the underside while her lips sealed tight and slid.

Then William’s hands gripped the backs of her thighs, as he removed her undergarment. Spreading her wider, and his tongue dragged one long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit.

Emma’s rhythm faltered instantly.

A broken whimper vibrated around his cock as her whole body jerked. She tried to keep sucking—tried so hard—but his tongue circled her clit with devastating patience, then flicked once, sharp and precise, and her hips bucked involuntarily.

Her mouth slipped off him with a wet sound, a thin string of saliva connecting her lower lip to his tip as she gasped.

"W-William—y-you...ahnn~"

He didn’t let up. Instead he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked—gentle at first, then with pulsing pressure that matched the heartbeat she could feel throbbing against his tongue.

One hand slid up to spread her open wider while the other held her hip steady so she couldn’t escape the onslaught.

Emma’s arms trembled. She tried to lower her head again, desperate to please him back, but every time his tongue dipped inside her or flattened hard against her clit, her spine arched and her breath punched out in helpless little cries.

Her strokes grew erratic—short, sloppy bobs that barely took half of him before she had to pull off again to moan.

"Nngh...W-Will...I can’t...ah..." Her voice cracked, thighs quivering around his ears. "You’re—oh God—"

William hummed against her in answer, the vibration ripping another broken sound from her throat. He licked slower now—broad, languid strokes that dragged from her entrance up to her swollen bud, then back down, tasting every inch like he was starving for her.

When he pushed his tongue inside her, curling it just right, Emma’s hips rolled forward on instinct, grinding against his face despite herself.

Her hand fumbled back to his cock, stroking unevenly while her mouth hovered close, panting hot breaths over the slick head. She managed one shaky lick—then another—before his teeth grazed her swollen bud ever so lightly and her whole body seized.

She came with a muffled cry against his shaft, forehead dropping to his thigh as her orgasm rolled through her in hard, shuddering waves. Her fingers clenched around him, stroking through the aftershocks without rhythm, just needy pressure.

William groaned into her, lapping slower now, drawing it out until she was whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did he ease off, kissing the inside of her thigh softly while she trembled above him.

Emma lifted her head at last, cheeks flushed, eyes moist, lips parted on uneven breaths. She looked down the length of their bodies at him—his chin shiny with her, eyes dark and triumphant.

"You... cheated," she managed, voice wrecked and teasing at once.

William’s laugh was low, rough. He tugged her hips gently until she slid down his body, straddling his waist now instead.

"Not cheating," he murmured, hands sliding up under her skirt again to cup her ass. "Just making sure you feel as wrecked as you’re making me."

He lifted his hips just enough to notch himself at her entrance—still hard, still leaking, and very much desperate.

"Your turn to keep going, baby," he said, voice thick. "Ride me. And this time... finish what you start."