“Feels fantastic,” I whisper back and kiss a hot trail up the side of her neck.
She tips her head back, exposing more of the soft skin of her throat, and grinds into me again. I bite down lightly. She shudders. It’s mind-blowingly hot knowing I can make her react like that.
“Are you going to finish what you started?” I whisper the challenge in her ear as my hands slide up her thighs and under the hem of her dress.
“Do you want me to?” she counters back, pushing my suit jacket off my shoulders.
“More than anything,” I reply.
She wraps a hand around my tie and gives it a tug, pulling my lips to hers again. Our tongues battle for dominance. It’s the best battle I’ve had in my life. Her hand that isn’t wrapped around my tie reaches in between us and starts undoing my belt, and then the button on my pants, and then the zipper.
My hands are buried under her dress and I let them slide over her inner thighs. My fingers skim along the soft fabric of her underwear, which covers her soft folds. It’s damp. I push my fingertips into it—pressing her panties into her—and the fabric gets wetter.
“You’re wet.”
“Your fault.”
She tugs on my bottom lip with her teeth and pushes her hand into my underwear in response. Her hand holds my dick and starts pumping—jerking me off slowly but firmly. I kiss her hard and hook my fingers under the fabric of her underwear. Without hesitation I push two fingers into her. She’s silky, soft and slippery.
“Devin.” She gasps my name and pushes herself onto my hand, losing the grip on the control she insists on keeping.
I smile in victory but then she pulls herself off my lap and out of my reach. I feel panic and disappointment. I make no attempt to hide it from my face. She smiles reassuringly at me.
“Don’t worry,” she promises in a throaty whisper. “You’ll get what you want.”
She reaches down for her purse, which she had dropped on the floor beside the couch when she came in. She opens it, takes something out and tosses it at me. The condom hits me in the chest and drops into my lap.
“Put it on.” The exact same words she uttered at eighteen leave her lips again, and once again I do as I’m told.
I pull my aching cock out through the front flap of my underwear the same way it was exposed to her years ago, take the condom from the wrapper and roll it on.
As I look up, her underwear is sliding down her thighs and falling to the ground at her feet. She steps out of them, places her knees on either side of my lap and hovers there, kissing me passionately. Her tongue dominates my mouth and I don’t even try to stop it. Fuck it, she owns me.
She reaches down, takes hold of my cock, and starts to lower herself. I break the kiss and push her dress up over her thighs and hips and watch as my tip slips between her folds and her body welcomes me in.
Chapter 29
Callie
The minute I feel his lips, it is like someone put a match to a puddle of gasoline inside my body. Everything is on fire. I don’t think about whether this is right or wrong. I don’t think at all. I just feel—and he feels incredible. I knew from that first kiss that we’d be finishing what we started in that barn in Silver Bay—and now we are.
“Still so fucking big,” I whisper faintly, more to myself than to him.
I close my eyes and revel in the feeling of my body expanding around him. It’s exactly the way I remember it. He is filling me up, and just when I think it’s impossible to take any more of him, my body magically makes space.
“Fuck, Callie,” he whispers through a rush of breath that escapes his lungs. “You’re incredible.”
His words make me tingle. His dick makes me quiver. Holy fuck, this has barely even begun and it’s the best sex I have ever had. How is that even possible? He’s completely inside me now and I can feel it in every part of my body. I want to come hard and fast so I start to ride him, moving up and down in a steady rhythm. His hands hold my hips but don’t try to control my movement. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and hold on.
He starts to move his hips a bit, bucking in time with my movements. His sexy, full lips part and he grunts. I curl my torso and touch my lips to his. I want to kiss him but suddenly I can’t bring myself to do anything—his hand has moved from my hip to under my dress again and his thumb presses against my clit. The friction is the last straw and breaks my control in half. I push my lips onto his and moan into his mouth as my hips move faster, more erratically.
“Come,” he demands in a raspy whisper.
Normally if some guy ordered me like that, I would make it my mission to not come for him—ever—no matter what. But with Devin, I wouldn’t be able to hold out even if I wanted to, which I don’t. I don’t want to fight it. I want to come for him.
Chapter 30
Devin
