Page 33 of Breathless With Her

When she gripped my arms, I swallowed hard again and then slid in to the hilt. Both of us groaned as I did.

“Devin.”

“Yeah. I feel it.” She looked at me then, her hands on the table, my hands on her hips. And then I moved. I worked in and out of her, slowly at first, pulling out inch by inch and then sliding back in just as slowly. It was if we were moving and rocking on a boat, ever so slightly, with a lull between each wave. And then I sped up, moving faster and faster until both of us were panting, and the sounds were wet and hot and needy. She pulled one leg up higher on my hip, and I went deeper, both of us moaning again.

When I shifted one hand from her so I could move it over her clit, my callused thumb sliding over her, she screamed my name, coming again. When she clamped down on my dick, I came, too. Filling her up even though I knew it was in the condom.

I groaned, the base of my spine tingling, and my balls tight as I orgasmed hard.

My legs shook. My knees were weak. She leaned on me, her body limp, and I knew that was possibly the best sex I’d ever had in my life.

And there’d only been a bit of foreplay.

Even as I was inside her, still semi-hard, still wanting more, I knew that this couldn’t just be the first and only night. There had to be more.

But I was so afraid she would say no.

She looked up at me then, sliding her hands through my hair as she smiled shyly. She looked timid every once in a while. But I didn’t usually think of her that way. She was strong. Had always been so strong.

“That was amazing,” she whispered. “I don’t know what to say.”

I kissed her again, slowly working my tongue in and out of her mouth.

Then I pulled away and pulled out of her. I didn’t want to make a mistake with the condom, so that meant not staying inside her for as long as I wanted to.

“I’d better clean us up. But that was amazing, so fucking perfect.”

She blushed, and I helped her off the table.

I walked her towards the bedroom, thankfully easy to find since the layout of the house made sense. We moved to her bathroom, and I used a washcloth and warm water to clean her up and then myself after I had disposed of the condom.

It was a little awkward, knowing that our clothes were in the living room and both of us were naked in her bathroom, but I didn’t want to go back out there and get dressed just yet. It would feel a bit cold, slightly clinical.

“I don’t know if I cuddle afterwards,” she said, laughing. “And that’s a weird thing to say.”

“No, I was about to ask you if you liked to. I was going to carry you to the bed and do just that, but I didn’t want it to be too much for you on the first night.”

She nodded, sobering just a little. And it gave me a clutch in my belly. Fuck, would this be the brush off?

“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to use you in any way. I don’t normally do this. Or ever. I’ve never done this.”

“I know.”

Fuck.

“But I’m not looking for anything serious. I can’t. I’ve nevernothad serious. Does that make sense? Does that make me out to be like a slut or something?”

I growled and cupped her face. “Get that thought right out of your head. Even if this is the one and only night we ever do this, you’re not a fucking slut. You made a conscious decision, and we had very amazing sex. If this is all you want, that’s fine.”

Lie. Once wasn’t fine. But I wasn’t going to make her feel bad about herself either.

“Do you get me?”

She nodded. “I get you. It was just a stupid thought.”

“Not stupid. But fine. Just don’t have it again.”

“You can’t tell me what to think, Devin.”

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