Page 35 of Broken Promises

Zavier didn’t even flinch, continuing to eat my pussy without a care in the world, and I gripped the blanket in both hands when a climax started building fast.

My breathing turned rapid, and my thighs tightened around his head as one of his hands covered mine, his tongue moving back and forth over my clit until my back was arching off the bed and a cry left me.

Wave after wave washed over me, and I was still twitching from it when Zavier pushed me onto the bed more so he could kneel between my legs on the mattress and kiss me. I really loved how I tasted on his lips, greedily forcing my tongue into his mouth and making him groan.

“Fuck me,” I begged, trying to reach for his pants, but he stopped me.

“Slow down. Are you supposed to have sex so soon after—” His voice died off, and I winced.

“They said two weeks is recommended. I healed fast though, and I feel fine.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I’ll tell you if it’s too uncomfortable,” I insisted. “I got that thing in my arm at the hospital too, so you don’t have to wear a condom.”

“Nope, time out,” he said as he sat back to watch me. “Did they tell you it can take weeks to be in effect, or the chance of pregnancy is higher when your body is healing from a miscarriage?”

“No. Why doyouknow that?”

“I research girl stuff so I understand it. Sue me,” he muttered, standing and helping himself to Ander’s bedside drawer. He pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube, my nose wrinkling.

“How did you know that was in there?”

“He’s a guy. Most guys keep this shit in their drawers,” he answered dryly, joining me on the bed again. “Take your bra off. I want to see your tits in my face.”

I did as he asked, tossing my bra aside as he got completely naked and rolled the condom on, and sudden nerves hit me. This was Zavier, my first crush. He’d seen me naked plenty, but he’d never been inside me before. Not like this.

He must have sensed my inner battle because he dipped down to kiss me, shoving my worries down as his fingers toyed with my pussy, my body relaxing against his touch with each passing second.

“This is cold,” he warned against my lips as he pulled back slightly, his fingers leaving me. I didn’t know what he was talking about until the cool gel on his fingers touched my pussy and made me jump. “Sorry.”

His slick finger teased my entrance, and I held my breath as he eased it inside, his lips moving to my neck as his thumb found my clit. I gasped as he pushed a second finger inside me, his movements slowing.

“Still okay?” he checked, my hips lifting in encouragement.

“I want?—”

“I know what you want. Let me make sure you’re ready first. I’m not rushing through this. I’ve waited years for it, so a fewextra minutes won’t kill us,” he whispered as his fingers stroked my inner walls at a lazy pace, his teeth grazing my shoulder and neck as he teased me.

My breath hitched when he replaced his fingers with the head of his dick, his eyes on mine as he slowly started pushing inside. It was almost too intimate how he stared into my damn soul, assessing every little reaction I had to him stretching me.

In turn, I got to watch his emotions too.

He didn’t look away until he started moving in and out, his mouth landing on mine as my arms wrapped around him to keep him close. It was like he didn’t know where to touch me, his hands moving all over me as I slid a hand down to squeeze his ass.

His muscles flexed under my palm, mumbled curses leaving him as my nails on my other hand dug into his back slightly.

My next orgasm snuck up on me, and a moan left my lips as my body pulsed around him. It was less intense, but I enjoyed riding it out as he kept slowly rocking into me.

“Fuck, Rae,” he breathed, having no problem with me taking over as I nudged his shoulder in encouragement. I rolled with him, straddling his waist and grinding down on him as he sat up. “You’ll make me come if you keep doing that. I’m not ready to be done.”

“We can go again,” I promised, draping my arms around his neck and pressing my chest against his, rolling my hips a little more sharply and loving how his breath hitched.

His fingers threaded through my hair to tug my mouth to his, and I loved when his arm banded around my middle to keep me close. I rocked on him until he came with a groan, my hips slowing to let him ride it out before I stopped.

We were both panting as if we’d fucked like rabbits, his breath mingling with mine as he spoke. “I’m stupidly in love with you, Raven.”

“And I’m stupidly in love with you,” I replied with a smile, his eyes softening.

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