Willing her trembling fingers to cooperate, she fumbled and continued to undo the buttons, one by one, until the dress slid off her skin. Now left with her dark blue bra and panties, she fought the urge to cross her arms over her body.
Squaring her shoulders, she closed the distance between them.
“I’m with you, Devon,” she whispered.
He kissed her, and her body molded to his. Heat radiated from his skin, in waves, each time pulling her closer. Her nipples tightened against her lacy bra, and instinctively she put one leg between his two powerful, large thighs. Her sex throbbed, and she reveled in the delicious sign of what was about to happen. Yes. She was with him, and with no one else.
Gently, he rubbed the small of her back with the palm of his hand. She expected him to have an urgent touch, much like before, however he kissed her like they had all the time in the world. His tongue teased her, swirling against hers, in a sweet game of agony that had no losers.
He buried his hands in her hair, and her scalp tingled with lusty awareness. All her nerve endings sizzled like melted butter in a hot pan. She ran her hands down his chest, her fingertips feathering over his sculptured muscles. God. How many times a week did he go to the gym?
Finding his taut nipple, she circled it, which earned her a groan from him. Venturing her other hand lower, she glided it passed his washboard abdomen, and rested it at the hem of his boxer briefs. Hhhhmm… Her finger toyed with the hem, examining her own conundrum. Should she pull down his underwear? Eventually it would come off—it had to. But that boldness was as foreign to her as the Japanese language. What if she touched him intimately, and he expected her to be this sort of sex vixen?
He shushed her, and tipped up her chin. “Ssshhh…look at me.”
She followed his command, and the moment her eyes found his, her heart slammed against her rib cage. She bit back a smile, unable to yank her gaze from him, to stop contemplating that gorgeous man who looked at her like she was the most fantastic thing on Earth. Or like she was a strange animal he was befriending.
He caught her lips in a languid, passionate kiss. She matched his need, also pacing herself, as if she never wanted to break that intimate moment. Her hands dropped around him, and he held her in a warm embrace. There was something painfully ethereal about their time together, and emotions welled up inside. This was really happening—she was making love to a man. Didn’t matter if he didn’t love her, or if she didn’t love him either. It wasn’t just wham bam, thank you ma’am. At last, she was closing the creaky door to the past and opening a flowery, sun-bathed window to her future.
He laid her on the mattress, and she shifted on the soft linens. With a grin, he pulled down her underwear, and a cold draft hit her skin and gave her goose bumps. Despite the sudden cold, heat filled her cheeks because of the desire rushing through her. One glance at the marveled look on his face, and she fumbled with her bra to remove it.
Bare to him, she saw him moving on top of her. She leaned in for a kiss, but instead he planted a few on her neck and collarbone. Her hips swayed uncontrollably, undulating in a senseless dance, already asking for more.
When he neared her full breasts, she drew in a sharp breath. He blew over her bra, and the hardened peaks ached in response. So did she.
She slanted him a look, and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver through her. A smile formed on his lips before he slipped out his tongue, and traced it along her nipple. Throwing her head back again, she clutched the bedspread, sinking her fidgety fingers into the thick fabric.
He grazed his teeth on her flesh, and a shot of arousal surged through her. Each goose bump carried an electric wave, piercing through her skin…and cutting right into her soul.
“Devon…” the name fled from her lips.
Groaning, he brought her breast to his mouth, and began sucking her. With his free hand, he cupped and caressed her other globe. His tongue lapped at her nipple, the warm suction sending glorious tingles down her sex. Her breath caught in her throat, and she let go of the bedspread and anchored both hands on his broad shoulders.
“I want you inside me,” she blurted, her eyes widening at her own surprise. Wasn’t there a time in her life that the idea of saying those words was beyond terrifying? Not anymore. Not now—and screw it, she wanted to know just how far she would, could, go. “Now.”
“We don’t have to—”
“We don’t. I just want it. To know I can do this,” she added, and could have kicked herself because of her squeaky voice. With you.
“You’re the boss.” He moved away, and reached down for the condom in his jeans. Damn if she could interpret the look in his eyes as respect, or mockery. She started to worry her bottom lip, but when he dropped his boxers and his gorgeous cock sprung free, her jaw dropped. She wasn’t a small chick or anything, but…
Mesmerized, she started at how he put the condom on—rolling the latex over his thick length effortlessly. When he returned to her, he kissed her, and while their tongues mingled, he flipped her over so she would be on top of him. Then, he sat up right and took her with him, so she sat on him. Naked.
“Hey,” he whispered. “You’re still good? If not—”
“I am.” To remove any doubt he might have, she reached for his length, and her fingers trembled at the touch of his pulsating member. She could feel the rush of blood traveling in his side veins. The amazing evidence he wanted this. And he was determined to make this about her.
Emotion gushed inside her, but she refused to let a single tear trickle out. It wasn’t just sex. It was a new life. And she deserved it.
“I am,” she repeated, this time louder. The tip of his cock rubbed against the opening of her sex, and she quivered, like that single contact irradiated something far deep into her. It was delicious.
She lifted her chin and looked him straight in the eye, before he even had to ask if she could handle this again. Because she was as sure as the Earth was round. He thrust into her, and she gasped, the walls of her pussy clinging to him. “Yes.”
He continued, slipping out and then returning to her. Even though she was on top of him, seemingly in full control, he dictated the rhythm and drove her crazy with a raging need.
Suddenly, her body hit a breaking point, and she closed her eyes. Little tremors shifted into a big wave of pleasure washing over her. She had wanted that wave—and every little ripple that swirled alongside it. She called out his name, and finally opened her eyes to watch him. He planted kisses on her face, his breath heavy, his body slick with heat. She gathered the strength she didn’t know she had, and linked her arms around him as tight as possible. Freedom.
