Page 65 of Wicked Devotions

She takes me by surprise when she does what I tell her without being shy. I watch as she pulls them down, never taking her eyes off me. There’s a comfort that exists between us, has since the beginning, but I’ve never felt it so clearly as I do now.

That’s why I don’t hesitate to slide down between her parted thighs until her swollen, needy cunt is right above my mouth. She’s beautiful. I wrap my arms around her thighs to keep her steady even as she asks what I’m doing.

Instead of answering with words, I use my tongue in other ways. One long lick along her slit,stopping to toy with her clit. She grabs the headboard as I pull her fully over me. I use the tip of my piercing to circle her clit as quickly as I can. As soon as she begins to tremble over me, I back off, I’m not ready for her to come yet. When I look up, I lock eyes with her, her chest moves up and down with deep breaths. Without moving my eyes from hers, I reach out and brush her clit with my tongue.

“Cy,” she gasps my name as I slide my fingers inside her. Her forehead drops to the edge of the headboard. “Oh fuck.”

My cock throbs at hearing the curse from her lips and knowing I’m the one who made her crumble. Her pussy is so fucking wet as I move my fingers in and out of her. I can feel her desire dripping down my hand as she starts to come. She explodes around me when I suck her clit at the same time I circle her g-spot.

I lick and stroke her through every wave of her orgasm, making sure to follow her body’s lead as I slow my pace. Honestly, I could stay here forever, just worshiping her like this. I wonder how many times I can make her come in one night?

She moves to the side and collapses, a light sheen of sweat dotting her forehead. Her cheeks are rosy but not of the normally embarrassed hue shetakes on when she blushes. This is a rosiness borne from pleasure, and I want to put it there again and again.

Unfortunately for me, she’s already drifting off to sleep. I doubt I’ll be able to fall back asleep, but I wrap myself around her anyway. I’m happy to just lay here and hold her.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

HARPER

My new mattress and bedding finally arrive after a week of delays. I move out of the way as Declan and Cy carry the old one downstairs. Emerson is pulling the plastic wrapping off the new one when I walk back into my room.

“Do you think we can put it on the bed without them?” I ask.

He smirks at me and lifts it onto the side of the bed. “I’ve got it under control.”

“I guess you do.” I grab the new sheetsoff the dresser and start putting them on, surprised when he grabs the opposite side of the fitted sheet. “I can do this, you don’t have to help.”

“It’ll go quicker together.”

“Okay. Thank you.” There’s no reason to put up a fight when he’s not wrong.

After I get the duvet and pillows on the bed, I hop on top to try it out.

“How does it feel?” he asks from beside the bed.

“Hop on and see for yourself.” I pat the bed beside me.

He lays down and squirms to find a comfortable position. “Not bad. It’s a little too soft.”

“There’s no such thing as too soft a bed,” Cy says as he walks in and lays down beside Emerson.

“I agree.” Cy holds a fist up in the air over Emerson, and I bump it with my own.

“Dec,” Emerson calls out. “We’re having a disagreement. Come back me up.”

“What are you guys doing?” he asks as he walks through the door.

“Testing out the new mattress.” I scoot toward Emerson to make room on the other side of the king size bed. “Come.”

He lays down beside me on his side, one armsliding under my head and the other resting on my hip. “Too soft.”

Emerson lets out a whoop in solidarity while Cy and I both groan.

“While we’re all here, should we have a check in?” Declan asks.

“About what?”

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