My mind’s swimming and everything’s fuzzy. All I can think about is that I’m kissing Devlin and I don’t hate him anymore. He’s always loved me.Always loved me!Why have we waited so long?
It’s been so stupid. We’ve been so stupid, and I’m tired of playing games and pretending like I hate him when he’s who I want.
I push his jacket off his shoulders and unbutton his shirt. He helps, and something feverish takes over both of us, as if we’ll never get this moment again if we don’t make the most of it now.
He sheds his shirt, and it drops with a plop onto the floor. I undo his belt and unbutton his pants. The whole time our mouths stay feverishly connected. It feels like if we break apart, this moment will dissolve and we’ll never get it back.
His pants drop and he kicks them away. My fingers skate down his chest. His stomach flexes as I rake my fingers down to his boxers and push them off. His cock springs forward, and I take it in my hand.
Devlin hisses as I wind my fingers down the silky flesh.
He lets me touch him for a breath before stepping back. “You keep doing that, and I won’t last two seconds.”
I wait to see what he’ll do next, and I don’t have to wait long. He rakes his hand up my cheek into my hair and kisses me. He stops, presses his forehead to mine. Then he tugs down the straps of my dress and pulls it down.
Cold air splashes over my nipples, which somehow manage to grow even harder once they’re naked. Devlin takes his time teasing off my clothes, and when he tastes my nipples, I just about explode right then and there. But I bite down the ecstasy and moan as his hands wind their way down my body, feeling every inch of me as he goes.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers at my feet. “A woman to be worshipped.”
It’s the most amazing thing that anyone’s ever said to me.
He takes my hand, and I step out of the dress. And then here we are—naked in front of each other.
And I want him.
There’s a split second where I know this can go one of two ways—slow and easy, or passionate, where I release all the pent-up sexual frustration that I’ve been housing for this man for the past ten years.
Let’s just say I go with the latter.
So I throw myself on Devlin, crushing my mouth against his. Lucky for me, he does not seem unhappy about this development. He grabs my thighs and hooks them around his waist.
“I cannot wait a moment longer for you to be inside me,” I say into his mouth.
He groans as his kisses become more feverish. He pushes me against the tile wall. My fingers rake across his back, doing everything they can to get him closer. I cannot have too much of him. I’ve waited so long for this. My breasts are aching. My sex is swollen. I want all of him and I want him now.
“You sure?” he says.
“I’m sure.”
He pulls back and stares at me. Moonlight slides across his face at an angle. I can only see one of his eyes, his nose and chin.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a year,” he tells me.
I understand what he’s saying. “I have protection.”
Then I kiss him. Can we please just get on with it? I’m dying here.
He presses my back into the wall, hooks his fingers into my ass and then slides his cock into me.
I gasp for air as he stretches me. Oh. My. Gods.
Devlin was my first love. The man I lost my virginity to. But when we did this in high school, it was not like this. That was two young kids trying to figure everything out.
Now Devlin’s a man, and his cock feels like it’s about a thousand times bigger than it was back then as he slowly plunges into me.
“I want you to come,” he whispers, sliding in and out. I think I’m going to die. “Touch yourself.”
I pause as my brain clicks into gear. He said words. Did he say what I think he said?
