Page 46 of Devoted

“Good. Because I want you so fucking bad, it’s all I’ve been able to think about since Saturday. Hearing you come has made not being able to touch you myself virtually unbearable. But tonight, if you’re ready, I’d love to see you come in person.”

“Jesus,” I mumble, struggling to stay upright on my shaky legs.

“Do you want that, Jess?” His grip on me tightens before one hand slowly travels up my spine and then his fingers dance along the exposed skin of my shoulders and collarbone.

“Yes, I do. Kiss me, Brooks.”

He lets out a low chuckle before his lips are on mine in a kiss that is packed full of so much pent up lust, it makes me dizzy. I rely on his muscular arms to hold me up while he caresses my lips and tongue with his before suddenly we’re moving down the hallway and back towards my room.

“On the left,” I mutter against his lips, fighting for air but not wanting to separate from him either.

And yet I know that I need to say something, explain why I don’t think we should have sex yet. It became clear to me on the drive home that although I want Brooks in that way, there’s no need to rush that part of the relationship. We’re still getting to know each other and there’s plenty of time for that. For once in my life, I’m going to listen to my head, even though my vagina is making one hell of a case for herself, throbbing with each stroke of his tongue against mine.

“Brooks,” I say against his lips before he pulls back and stares down at my face.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to rush this. I mean,” I shake my head while trying to decide how to articulate the words. “I don’t think we should have sex tonight.”

He seems taken aback, but he doesn’t relinquish his hold on me. “Okay. There’s no pressure, sweetheart. Fuck, did I come on too strong? I’m sorry—I just—you drive me crazy. I want you so fucking much. But we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready to do.”

God, this man is perfect. His concern for my comfort only makes me want him more. But I do think that waiting for the grand finale is the best decision.

“You didn’t come on too strong, Brooks. I want you too, believe me. I just think we should wait to go all the way. God, I sound like a virgin or something… which I’m not!”

His laugh relieves some of the tension I feel in my chest. “I have no problem with waiting until you’re ready. You control how fast or slow we go, okay?”

“Thank you.”

“Does that mean you’re still willing to let me do other things to you though?” He cocks a brow as I grin up at him.

“I mean, if you insist.” I bite my lip playfully before he picks me up and throws me on the bed, my dress and hair billowing out around me. A girlish giggle escapes as Brooks hovers over my face and then resumes our heated kiss.

“You are so fucking sexy, do you know that?” He growls in my ear as I close my eyes and focus on the touch of his lips on my neck.

“You are sexy, Brooks Bennet.”

The little moans that leave his lips as he kisses the valley between my breasts and then slowly moves down my body has my blood pressure spiking. His powerful hands land on my ankles as he goes to remove my heels and then throws them to the side, reaching back for my legs and running his hands up and down my calves.

“Hearing you come through the phone the other day was pure torture, do you know that?”

“I still can’t believe we did that,” I reply as his lips press against the back of my knees. His touch is climbing higher and higher towards the apex of my legs and it’s making it harder for me to breathe.

“Well, hopefully the actual thing is that much better.” Those are the last words Brooks speaks as his hands disappear beneath my dress and his fingers glide along the dampness of my thong. He tears the fabric down my legs, and then he’s pressing my dress up over my hips, exposing the most intimate part of me to him in the fractals of light coming through the blinds.

I lean up on my elbows so I can see him, his eyes transfixed on the space between my legs. And then they flick up and lock on mine as he leans forward and drags his entire tongue across my pussy, igniting every nerve ending in a blaze of glory.

“Oh, god,” I say on an exhale, never breaking eye contact with him. Our gaze is locked on each other as his tongue moves across my flesh and flicks at my clit, the burn and ache that was already there all evening now growing exponentially in a matter of seconds.

Brooks dips his tongue deep in my core and then returns to my clit, exploring every inch of me while I watch him. It’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever witnessed and ever experienced. He’s feasting on the spot between my legs, and that thought alone builds my orgasm quickly.

As my breathing sharpens and I finally throw my head back in pleasure, Brooks picks up his pace and licks me every which way. Then his fingers enter me in one fluid moment and pulse in and out of me in time with his tongue. The pressure between my legs is climbing higher and higher until I reach forward and grip his hair when my orgasm hits.

“Oh, yes!” I shout, grinding my hips against his face where his tongue is still moving, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from my body. And then I collapse, falling back on the bed in a heaping mess of chiffon fabric and sweat.

“Damn, that was so much better in person,” he states, standing and wiping his face with the back of his hand. The man just ate me out and all I want to do is kiss him.

“I agree. I can’t sit up.”

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