She reached for the still-damp washcloth. “Your turn.” With slow deliberation, her gaze traveled up and down the length of him. “You’re a full glory, Dev.”
She hadn’t called him Lord Devil or Deverill, but rather Dev.
He liked it.
Was this the first time?
“But you know that, don’t you?”
Dev’syesremained unspoken, but there were certainties a man held about himself. He knew women saw him thusly.
She laughed. Not mocking or dry, but thoroughly, genuinely delighted.
That he could delight her in some way was an aphrodisiac in itself.
Never mind what she’d started doing with her hand…moving the washcloth along his thigh…inches from his cock.
Oh, lord.
And up it inched, as she eased closer, too, her smile of delight fallen away, replaced by one of wickedness.
He was fit to burst.
“I suppose you’ve been told the obvious,” she said.
“The obvious?”
“How very large you are.”
“How would a sweet virgin such as yourself know such a naughty thing?”
“My virginity has been consigned to the past tense,” she said, matter-of-fact.
The past tense in relation to her virginity was something he wouldn’t think about right now. “My question remains unanswered. How would you know?”
“I’ve seen a rendering of Michelangelo’sDavid, and you are noticeably larger than him. Proportionally speaking, of course.”
An ironic chuckle escaped Dev. “One can only be grateful for small blessings.”
A saucy glint in her eye, she tossed the cloth aside—it had been of little use, anyway—and feathered her fingertips up the length of him. He sucked in a sharp breath. “If you keep doing that…”
“What?” No mistaking the daring glittering off her. “You’ll ravish me?”
The temptation to do precisely that crooked its finger at him and beckoned. “You’re new to this,” he said. “Can you?—”
“Oh, I most certainly can.”
A moment’s hesitation, then his mind was made up. He reached out and wrapped his hand around her upper arm. She offered no resistance as he tugged.
“Shall I show you whatmorelovemaking can be?”
They shouldn’t have done it a first time.
But now theyneededto do it a second time.
Her leg crossed over his thighs and she came to a straddle over him, hovering above, her long, sable hair forming a curtain around them, seduction in her eyes as she said, “You’re the expert, Dev.”
Though he’d had her not an hour ago, the anticipation of having her again was nearly enough to kill him. To have her pert bottom in his hands…her soft mouth on his…her sweet cunny wrapped around his cock… Her hands on his shoulders, she shifted onto her knees so he could take himself in hand, the crown of his cock grazing her deliciously wet slit.
