I let him pull me up. The chair legs scratch against the floor and it falls backward with the effort. "Don't worry about that." He nods toward the chair. "Or what time I should go to bed. This is my first night with you all to myself. I'm not wasting it."
Well, that escalated quickly. This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I asked the question, but I'm not going to stop wherever this leads. "You realize we don't have to rush, right? We have more than just tonight."
"Yeah, but it's been more than six months since I've held you in my arms." He pulls me toward his bed. "Tonight...I'm rectifying that."
"Oh really?" I quirk a corner of my lips. "Just holding me is all you have planned?"
He sits on the edge of his bed and waits for me to climb into his lap. My legs straddle his, and he moves his hands from mine to my lower back. Anchoring himself to me. "I guess you'll have to find out."
He leans up until his lips meet mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck. It feels odd being the person to lean down to him. He's slightly taller than me and I always have to lift up on my toes to kiss him.
Shifting my legs, I wrap them around his waist. I can feel exactly how much he wants me, but he's letting me lead. Letting me decide how far I want to take tonight. Even though I know we should probably take things at a snail's pace, I don't want to. It's been too long.
I push away any fears and doubts I have about our future and cling to Devin. The one person who has made me feel more special than anyone else in my life.
His arms tighten against my back and pull me closer to him, deepening the kiss. His erection pressing into me through our clothes, and I move against him. He slides his hands under my shirt. The calluses on his fingers are a welcome friction against my skin. I've missed him. Missed the connection between the two of us.
Breaking the kiss, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. His hands move to the clasp on my bra, but he pauses. "Are you sure?"
The fact he still asks even though we've had sex before is one of the things that make him so attractive. My comfort is always at the forefront of his mind.
"Yes," I whisper. It's loud in the quiet room, and I wish we had music or some sort of background noise. But the silence only elevates every movement. Every sound. Amplifies each touch we share until I'm buzzing with energy.
His fingers make quick work of my bra, and I pull his shirt over his head. Lips meet my collarbone, and I shudder as he fiddles with the button of my jeans. With his attention in two places, it's taking too long and I climb off him. "Where are you—"
The words die on his lips as I finish the task he started and push my jeans, and panties, down my legs. "Do you need help with yours?"
"Nope," he grins and stands. He rushes to take off his pants and loses his balance. He almost hits the floor, but grabs onto the bed just in time to stop the momentum.
The giggles flow out of me. I can't help it. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he snorts. "Thanks for the help there."
"You had it."
In two steps he's in front of me and lifting me off the ground. "I definitely have it."
"Really?" I'm still laughing.
"Uh, huh." He sets me on the bed and hovers over me. "Who's laughing now?"
Me. It's definitely me. "It's hard to take you seriously when you're trying to be all alpha-like." I wave my hand up and down to show him exactly what I'm talking about.
He lifts one of my legs and kisses along my calf, working his way to my thigh. Pausing, he looks up at me. "I bet you're taking this seriously."
Tingles follow in the wake of his lips. I most definitely am. "Keep going."
No other words are needed, and he continues along his path. I think he's about to go down on me, but he doesn't. His mouth trails up my stomach, pausing on each breast and giving both equal attention.
My entire body is squirming with anticipation. It's been so long since I've been touched like this. Touched by him. I want him to hurry up and slow down at the same time.
Devin puts an arm under me and lifts me up, moving me further up the bed. "You good?"
"Yeah."
He leans over to his nightstand, pulls the drawer open, reaches in, and grabs a small square packet. I'm on birth control, but it never hurts to take precautions.
He sits up and makes quick work of rolling the condom over his cock before placing his focus on me. His eyes are on mine and he opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off with a kiss. We can talk tomorrow. Right now, I want him. Need him.
