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Chapter 31

Alyssa had seen him naked below the waist before, when they’d dated. She’d seen him excited, she’d touched him – even if she’d been shy and inexperienced then. But he was a full-blown, hot-blooded, raging-with-desire man now, and she was a woman who knew what to do. Though as his towel fell to the bed, exposing his fully erect manhood, the sight was even more impressive than her Devan dreams had prepared her for.

She reached out to touch his lower stomach, letting her fingers slip downwards, watching him twitch to be held by her. Her hand encircled his penis, moving up and down with a gentle but sure tease, his hips rocking towards her, his eyes closing in pleasure. Watching how much he wanted her, how desperate he looked for her touch, made her own pleasure swell.

He put a hand on top of hers, urging her to slow down.

‘I want this to last,’ he said, his voice hoarse, his eyes flickering open to drink her in again.

She shrugged. ‘I have all day.’

His knees buckled and he fell backwards onto the bed, pulling him with her.

They laughed at the messy way they landed, kicking away the towels, making space on the bed to lie back and enjoy each other.

‘What do you want from Very Bad Devan?’ he asked, before blinking a few times, his eyes still lustfully gorgeous behind his thick-framed glasses. ‘Sorry. Too pornstar-ish?’

She laughed again, loving that they could be hotly intimate and still make light-hearted fun. ‘Not pornstar-ish enough.’

‘Then show me where you want me.’

‘Everywhere,’ she concluded. ‘One room at a time, and there should definitely be a shower involved, at some point.’ She winked at him, enjoying the way his mouth opened slightly, as though imagining it and liking what sprung to mind. ‘But before a hot shower, we ought to get dirty.’ She reached over and grabbed the jar of chocolate spread, handing it to him, before lying back on the bed. ‘Do your worst.’

‘On my white sheets?’ He eyed the jar and began slowly opening it, getting back up onto his knees and taking up a position between her legs. ‘You are asking for bad. It’s a good job I use a reputable brand of washing detergent.’

She put a finger over her lips to indicate an end to the clean talk.

Her nipples were on fire for him by the time he’d smeared them with a thin layer of chocolate, taking his sweet time and watching her squirm in anticipation. He lowered his head towards them, holding eye contact in the most erotic way, his lips parting. She heard herself gasp with joy as his tongue reached one, teasing the tip and tracing slow circles that made her mind spin. She grabbed his hair and pulled him down insistently, her body writhing as his mouth began to suck.

Was a nipple orgasm a thing? He was making it a thing.

‘Dare I say, you taste better than a pain au choc,’ he teased.

‘You may dare,’ she breathed back, encouraging his hand towards the soft spot between her legs that was now violently pulsing for him.

‘I can do better than that.’ He reached for the chocolate spread. ‘If you like?’

‘I like,’ she heard herself squeak.

Like turned out to be an understatement, as he swept a sliver of chocolate between her legs and moved in swiftly to lick it off.

‘More,’ she managed to say, as he made to move his head away. ‘So much more of that.’

‘This is reminding me of my Alyssa hot dreams.’

She was a big fan of his dreams already.

She rocked her pelvis into him, gasping through every moment of deep, delicious pleasure. His hands grasped her hips, pulling her into him, her groans becoming uncontrollable. Together, they moved faster, her hands in his hair, guiding him, clutching him, wanting his tongue to be firmer, deeper, badder. And soon the waves of sheer bliss were unstoppable. Rippling through her again and again, flooding her, washing over her, filling her up.

And then his fingers eased gently inside her, moving further than his tongue could reach. Yes, there. Oh God, she was his.

The world went white as she made her final thrust towards him, desperate to feel him against her and inside her in every way. The throb became an undulating thrill, and she was on top of every world as pleasure buzzed and the whiteness turned to a kaleidoscope. Just like in her dreams.

As her orgasm came to a shuddering end, Devan gently released her, coming to lie beside her, to hold her. Noticing her shiver as her body cooled down, he pulled up a stretch of duvet, even with the threat of more chocolate spread to wash off.

‘Are we dirty enough for that shower?’ he whispered into her ear as they lay together, his arm around her, smoothing her now-damp hair.

‘Not even close,’ she whispered back, leaning to pull her handbag from the floor and searching for the condoms she knew were inside.