Demi had come to me, asked if she could lay with me. The question was innocent, and nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, in light of everything that had happened between us, it felt impossible. Because I wanted more.
About an hour ago, I realized my attempt at normalcy between us had failed spectacularly. I didn’t want to wake anyone else, so I didn’t go to the kitchen. I also didn’t want to disturb Demi, so I just stretched out on a chair. Staring at her sleeping form had become my obsession tonight.I can lose myself in her, I thought as I let my gaze trail over the ridge of her nose to her full lips. I could spend hours kissing her, tasting her. I wanted to consume her the way she’d consumed me.
Lost in my thoughts, a soft hitch of her breath drew my attention back to her face. Her eyes were open, focused on me. I expected to see hurt and pain there, but I only saw hunger. “You’re up?” I asked.
A slow smile spread over her lips. “You are too.”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
Demi kicked the blanket off, giving me a full view of her bare legs. Rolling onto her belly, she hugged a pillow. “I’m surprised you’re not in the kitchen, concocting something delicious.”
“I thought about it for a minute.”
“What stopped you?”
“You.”
She grinned. “What are you going to do about it?”
Demi had never been shy around me. I didn’t expect that to change under the circumstances. When she’d told me to pull up earlier, though, I wasn’t sure we would actually do more than have an earnest conversation about where we stood. But this… That was definitely a challenge. “If I come over there…” I let the rest of my sentence hang in the air because she knew what it was. In the past, I could lay with her and keep my hands to myself. Not anymore. Because my hands ached to touch her, my mouth wanted to explore her, and my dick… That muthafucka wanted to brand her.
“Duke?” She arched a brow. “I know. I’m good with that.” She shifted onto her knees and crooked a finger at me, beckoning me closer.
As I walked over to the bed, she slipped her oversized shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind me. I stopped at the edge of the bed and dipped a finger into the waistband of her biker shorts, tugging her forward.
Demi crushed her lips to mine, biting down on my bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. I gripped her chin, angling her head so that I could take full advantage of that mouth. Her low groans combined with her soft pleas almost did me in, but I wanted to drag this out, take my time with her.
I broke the kiss, chuckling at the exasperated pout that formed on her kiss-swollen lips. Brushing my finger over her mouth, I murmured, “Don’t rush me.” I tipped her chin up and kissed her again. “Turn around.” She hesitated. “Now,” I commanded softly.
Demi did what I asked and glanced back at me over her shoulder. Her mouth curved into a smile. “Don’t think you can tell me what to do once we leave this room.”
“Don’t think you won’t willingly give me controlafterwe leave this room.” I wrapped my hand around the base of her neck, turning her head to me and kissing her. Hard. I unhooked her bra and cupped her breasts in my palms, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she moaned. Sliding my hand under her shorts, I rested my forehead against the back of her neck as I ran my finger over her slick folds.Shit. She was so wet, so ready for me. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her. But this time was about her. Hell,everytime would be about her.
Demi spread her legs and I slipped one finger inside her, then two. She felt good, warm, wet. Slowly, I strummed her clit as I sunk my fingers deeper inside, pushing and pulling, until she let out a strangled cry and came. I’d miscalculated my need to actuallyseeher face when she came, to lock eyes with her as she fell over. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I kissed her shoulder, biting down on the skin. “This pussy might kill me.”
She slumped forward, lying flat on the mattress. “At least you’ll die happy.”
I pushed her shorts down, as I kissed my way down her neck, then her spine, licking and sucking her soft skin along the way. I tugged on the waistband of her panties with my teeth, letting it go with a snap against her waist. She lifted that beautiful ass, allowing me to pull them and the shorts off. I bit down softly on both of her cheeks, then dipped my tongue inside, licking her until she begged for mercy.
“Oh shit, Duke,” she breathed. “Oh damn.”
Again, I slipped my fingers into her sweet pussy, plying her again until she screamed her release into her pillow. “Shhh…” I whispered. “Thin walls.”
“Okay,” she whimpered into the pillow.
Chuckling, I flipped her over. My chest tightened as I took her in. Perfect. Everything about her was beautiful, stunning. Even the parts I knew she hated, I loved. I ran my finger over the beauty mark on her side, the mole on her knee, the stretch mark on her thigh. “Perfect,” I whispered.
“Duke,” Demi whispered. “You’re making me nervous.”
Which surprised me, because she’d never been nervous around me.I love it. “Just looking at you. All of you.”
I lifted her leg and kissed the top of her foot. She pushed the other foot into my chest and slid it down to my dick. “I think it’s time for you to take these off.”
I slid my shorts off and climbed on the bed, kissing and nipping and licking her legs. Then, her knees. Then, the inside of her thighs. She gasped when I pressed my face to her pussy, trailing my tongue up her slit to her clit. Demi arched her back off the bed, but I held her still as I worked her, tasting her, teasing her, bringing her closer to another climax. She succumbed to her orgasm, writhing beneath me as I sucked on her clit until she pleaded with me to stop.
Before she could come down fully from her orgasm, though, I went in for more, circling her clit with my tongue and getting her close again. This time, I didn’t let her come. Instead, I trailed the hard ridge of my dick up her leg, over her clit, as I brushed my mouth up her body to her mouth. I dipped my tongue inside and kissed her with everything I had to give.
I was always prepared to fuck. But now… staring down at Demi, skin to skin, with nothing stopping us from doing this, I felt woefullyunprepared. I knew why too. Somewhere along the line, I realized that this was more. I could neverjustfuck Demi, because I already felt more for her than for any woman I’d ever been with. The stakes were high, and I was falling in love.
