Devin is grinning again. "And why is that?"
"You know why."
"Oh, for sure." He flashes another one of his deliciously handsome but devious grins. "I just want to hear you say it."
"Oh hell,” I say, rolling my eyes. Leaning toward his ear, I whisper, "I was kind of hoping we could share that bed in…a new and different way."
He kisses each knuckle along my hand. "You're saying that you don't want to just sleep with me. You want tosleepwith me?"
I nod.
“You know I need to hear you say it."
I hesitate, glancing nervously toward the doorway.
"Absolute honesty, remember?" He gives my hand a little shake. "Say it."
Devin is so eager that I burst into laughter before leaning close and whispering, “I want…” I almost begin to babble incoherently, but Devin releases my hand to rub my lower back gently.
"Take your time," he murmurs encouragingly. "Always tell me everything, my love."
My love. A crackle runs through my heart and mind, shattering my fears. Everything else falls away when I hear his rich voice saying those words.
"I want you to make love to me," I say quietly but clearly. "I don't care that we've only known each other for a few days. It's Valentine's Day. We have a beautiful room in a magical chalet. I want you."
He nuzzles my throat, then kisses along my collarbone before murmuring, "And I've wanted you from the second I laid eyes on you, gorgeous."
Then he sits up straighter, meeting my eyes. "Yes, it's too soon. Yes, it's a bit crazy. No, I don't care. We know what's right, don't we?"
I nod just as a server comes in with a plate of desserts underneath an elegant glass dome.
"These are all for you," she smiles. "So you should feel free to take the tray and the wine to your room…in case you want a midnight snack later."
She takes our empty plates and turns on her heel, disappearing out the door.
Devin stands, taking the plate and the bottle of wine. "Can you please grab the glasses, my love? I might be thirsty after eating your sexy pussy again."
14
DEVIN
Three pink votive candles in a row flicker in glass containers in front of the dresser mirror. Next to them is the assortment of pink desserts under glass, and the pink and white flowers.
But the sweetest, pinkest thing in the room as far as I’m concerned is between Laila's soft thighs.
She flashes an adorable smile as I slip off her dress, bra and panties, everything falling in a pool at her feet. "My wife is breathtaking," I murmur as I fling my jacket and tie toward the corner. I strip off everything but my shorts as Laila sits on the end of the bed.
I lean down to kiss her, but she stops me.
"Total honesty time, before I get overwhelmed," she says, grinning. "Yes, this is my first time. Yes, I've been on the pill for a while, and…since I know you're going to ask… Yes, I am completely certain that I want this."
Our lips meet in a slow, dreamy kiss, then I lie her back across the bed with a pillow under her head, her knees spread. "I appreciate the clarification. So now let me just tell you what's on the agenda. I'm going to lick your clit until you come, thenpull you on top of me so you can ride my cock…if you want to, of course."
"I'm not sure how to?—"
I cut her off with a kiss as my palms cup her breasts, then slide down her stomach and around her hips to tease along her inner thighs. "You can learn, beautiful. You can do anything you like to me." I lift an eyebrow. "But onlyafteryou come on my tongue. I think that's even sweeter than the red and gold cupcakes we won."
I kneel on the shag throw rug and drape her knees over my shoulders. Staring into her fresh pink sweetness, I lick straight across her clit. "Yup. Way better than cupcakes."
