I wrap my arms around his neck, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “I never want to leave you either,” I whisper.
Before the words even leave my mouth, he crashes his lips against mine. Sparks explode through my body, and every nerve feels alive. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, as if I could melt into him and become one.
I pant as he pulls his mouth from mine. I open my mouth to protest, but the words die on my tongue, and I lick my lips, my eyes glued to him as he sits back on the bed and pulls his T-shirt over his head.
Holding my gaze, he tosses it onto the floor, and I can’t help but notice every flexing muscle, as if carved from stone. His abs are so defined that I can trace each line across his chest and stomach. I ache to touch the smooth skin, to follow the dark trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his track pants. But I don’t. I lie there in silence, simply admiring him.
He helps me sit up, his hands gently lifting my nightshirt over my head and letting it fall to the floor with his discarded T-shirt. I shiver as he unhooks my black lacy bra and slowly slides it down my arms before tossing it as well.
“You are so damn sexy,” he murmurs, pushing me back onto the pillow, his body pressing against mine, his breath warm against my skin.
Before I can anticipate his next move, he drops his head, and his hot mouth finds my breast, sucking hard and biting my sensitive nipple.
“Dev…” I whisper, caught somewhere between need and hesitation. He closes his fingers around the other tight bud, tugging it and sending a violent spasm through my core.
“Say it again,” he murmurs, lifting his head, his breath coming hard as his intense eyes lock onto mine. “Say you love me… say that you’re mine.”
My heart leaps, and I reach up, touching his face gently. “I love you,” I say with a smile. “Only you. And… I am yours.”
Grinning, he leans down again as his tongue begins to trace along the valley between my breasts and down my belly. I clutch the bedsheet, my hips lifting instinctively. He takes the moment to pull my pyjama pants along with the black panties down my legs and tosses them behind him.
“God, wifey… you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, his voice strained as he spreads my legs, making my breath catch in my chest. His fingers trail slowlybetween my thighs, sending a rush of warmth through me. “And you’re so damn wet,” he breathes hoarsely.
“Dev….”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he breathes, his fingers moving in and out of my wet heat, knowing exactly how to unravel me. Every touch, every caress sends a shiver through me.
“Please, Dev… please.” I don’t even know what I am begging for. All I know is that I want the ache to ebb.
“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll get you there,” he murmurs, before he slides down and lowers his mouth to my core. Stunned by the sensation, I shiver uncontrollably, screaming his name as his tongue replaces his fingers and he begins licking and sucking me greedily. And when he flicks the tiny bundle of nerves, it drives my need to the brink of insanity.
“Dev… oh, God… please!” I yank at his hair, my body trembling, stretched thin with sensation after sensation. The tension finally breaks, and I let out a shuddering moan as waves of sensation wash over me as I climax. Through half-lidded eyes, I watch as he gets up and rips off his jeans and boxer briefs in one swift motion, setting his hard cock free. My pulse spikes, and I struggle to draw in a steady breath as I take him in, standing in his naked glory.
Holding my gaze, he presses his body against mine once more, covering his warm, bare skin with mine completely as he settles between my legs, creating a sense of closeness that sets my body ablaze all over again.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispers gruffly, his lips tracing a path from my neck to my ears, and I obey. The feel of his cock straining at my entrance has me breathless with anticipation. And when he presses in a little, I can’t help but flinch.
“Damn… you’re so tight, sweetheart,” he says, gritting his teeth.
“Dev… I’ve never… I am a virgin,” I blurt out.
His eyes darken, a possessive heat burning in his gaze as he stares at me for a few long moments, making it impossible to know what thoughts are running through his mind. Then he finally smiles. “I am one lucky bastard to have you. And I can’t even begin to tell you what it means… you trusting me with something so precious. I know I don’t deserve it, but I swear I’ll treasure it. I’ll treasureyou.”
“You deserve it.” I run my hands over his damp skin, tracing the lines of his back. He exhales sharply at my touch, and I slide my hands up to grasp his shoulders, pulling him closer until our foreheads touch.
“Make me yours,” I whisper, my voice trembling with certainty. “Please.”
He surges forward with a low groan, pushing his way through my barriers and burying himself inside me. The pain is fleeting and slight, nothing compared to the overwhelming fullness and satisfaction of knowing he is intimately joined to me. My muscles tense, and he pauses, giving me a moment to adjust. Once he feels I am relaxed enough, he begins thrusting in and out.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs huskily, clenching his teeth.
“Hmmm,” I pant, tightening my legs around him.
“So damn tight. So damn wet. So damn fucking hot,” he growls, as he pulls back slightly, then drives himself in again, each movement deliberate and powerful.
“Yes,” I whisper, my nails digging into his back. Desire coils tighter and tighter within me, aching to be released. And the way he tips his head back, gritting his teeth, I know he’s right there with me, teetering on the edge. It doesn’t take long before I find my release, my body trembling under the overwhelmingwaves of sensation. He follows me soon after, and then drops his forehead to mine, both of us trying to catch our breath. When he pulls back, his intense gaze locks onto mine, leaving me breathless in more ways than one.
“I love you so damn much,” he says, his voice rough with emotion.
