“Goodnight then,” he said, making no move to let go.
“A goodnight kiss?” I asked.
He briefly nodded before his lips were crushing mine in a kiss full of need and passion.
My mouth opened to his roaming tongue. My hands went to his chest and I grabbed the pale green button-down shirt he had on while his hands went to my back, one holding me close to him and the other moving downward toward my butt. His lips left my hungry mouth and roamed down to my neck. I let out a sound I hadn’t even known I could make. His hunger intensified and his hands now rested on my hips, slowly moving under my shirt.
I wasn’t afraid this time. I was ready. I wanted more. No, I needed more. His hand moved to my bra and unlatched it from the back. His other hand went to my breast and began to knead it. I grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling to the floor my knees were so weak
Devin sensed my weakness and brought his hands under my butt and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and kissed his neck. His husky groan made the hair tingle on my neck and I couldn’t help but run my hands through it. Before I knew what was happening, my back was against the wall and Devin was lifting my shirt above me. I let him take it off me and throw it to the ground. My bra came off next and immediately his mouth went to my breast while his hands were under my butt, letting me rise and fall on his hips as he devoted his attention to my breasts. Loud moans left my throat and before I knew it, Devin’s mouth was back on mine, hungrily kissing me.
He kept moving me up and down and I felt a bulge in his pants beginning to rub against me and realized what it was. Heat rose within me. My hands went to the buttons on his shirt as Devin began to slow my hips and kiss my neck again. I tried the buttons but as the heat intensified within me my hands couldn’t take it anymore and they ripped his shirt open, exposing his chest to my touch. He groaned as my hands explored his chest. His lips traveled back to my breast, and I tightened my legs around him. Before I knew it, he was walking away toward the bedroom. He set me on the bed and resumed his exploration on my breasts and stomach.
His hands went to my jeans, and he unzipped them. He looked up at me but before he could ask I moved my hands to pull them off. He understood and helped me with them. Next came my lacey black underwear.
He groaned as he slid them down and off my body. “God, you look amazing.”
Before I could respond, his mouth went back down, only not to my stomach like I thought. No, this time he went further down, he went to my hot spot. I was wet from our foreplay, and his tongue was lapping it up. His tongue ran over me and a cry of desire and passion rang from my mouth. My hands reached down to his head to hold him there. God, I needed more. I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair as his tongue and mouth continued their assault. My hips began to buck, and his hands held me down. I could feel my body begin to rise. I called out his name and screamed as I came under his massaging tongue.
As my body relaxed, Devin looked up and smiled. “You are so sexy right now.”
“Really? I don’t even know what I’m doing. I just know that felt amazing.”
Devin climbed up on the bed after shedding his jeans and boxers and came to lie beside me. “Wait until you experience this next part.” His mouth captured mine and again my body was on fire. My hands reached up and wrapped around his neck as he positioned himself above me. I knew what was about to happen, but I wasn’t anxious. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.
Devin continued kissing me and as I waited, I realized he didn’t want to do something I wasn’t ready for. As he began to kiss my neck, I ran my hands down his back. “Devin, please, I’m ready. I want this. I want you.”
It was enough to drive him over the edge, and he plunged into me. I gasped at the feeling and as he began to move in a rhythmic way, my body responded on its own accord, matching his movements, driving us both to the edge and over.
When we were both finally spent, he pulled me closer to him and held me in a gentle and caring way.
Maybe I really did want him to care for me. Could I possibly love Devin?
I didn’t know what to say when he finally lifted himself on his elbow and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “How do you feel?”
I decided to be honest with that much at least. So I smiled genuinely and looked up at his face. His brow was slightly furrowed, and it made me smile wider. He was nervous, anxious even, to know what I was thinking. “It felt amazing,” I told him. “You were wonderful. I didn’t know that it could be so explosive.”
Devin smiled and kissed my forehead chastely, then said the thing I wanted to hear least. “I’m glad I could give you such an experience.”