Page 11 of Not Your Basic Love Story

Dev laughed and pressed down on top of me.

He pulled my underwear off, kissing along my leg, which sent a tingling sensation up my spine and caused my back to arch. Dev’s eyebrows raised at the sight of my naked body, his eyes lingering over my breasts and abdomen, then further down. I hoped he liked small boobs.

“Your turn,” I said, biting my bottom lip, eager to see what he had in store for me.

I was not disappointed.

He bent back over me to resume kissing, but I stopped him.

“Condom?” I asked.

He hesitated. “I don’t have any.”

“What!” I sat up, nearly knocking my forehead into his.

Dev sat back on his heels. “Well, I didn’t exactly think this would happen.”

I looked at this naked, gorgeous specimen of a man in front of me, completely bewildered as to how he could think he could go to Mexico and not get laid.

“I think I have one,” I said finally, flipping off the bed to find my clutch.

“You have a condom? Is this one of those feminist things?”

I fished it out and laughed, recalling our first meeting on the plane, and waved the condom in the air. “No, this is one of those ‘being a responsible adult’ things.”

“Ouch,” he said in mock offence.

I tossed the little square package at him and hopped back on the bed. “Suit up!”

Dev was about to rip the package open, then squinted at it in the dim light. I laid there, propped up on my elbows, and waited.

“Is something wrong?”

He sighed. “It’s expired.”

“What! No!” I cried, sitting back up, nearly knocking my head into his again, and snatched the package away. I confirmed that it had expired over a year ago. “Sorry. I haven’t had to use a condom in a long time, I guess.”

“Don’t apologize. I don’t think either of us wants to bring home a baby as a souvenir.”

I didn’t tell him I had an IUD. Babies weren’t the only thing you could bring home as a souvenir from a random sexual encounter, but I didn’t want to be rude.

We sat there for a moment, at a loss for what to do. He was still erect, I was still more than ready to go, and I’d be damned if I was going to walk away from this without something to show for it.

I tossed the condom aside and looked at him in a way I hoped was sexy. Reaching down, I took him in my hand and then lowered my mouth towards him. He gasped as I licked along the tip, teasing him, and then took him as fully in my mouth as I could. I loved the way he tasted, the way he smelled, the way he felt.

Glancing up, his eyes were wide in shock and pleasure as if he couldn’t believe this was happening. “Wait,” he said, gasping.

I paused, looking up at him, my hand still around his cock, moving slow and methodically. “Yes, Dev?”

“I know you’re a feminist and everything, but on this, I absolutely insist. Ladies first.”

Couldn’t argue with that.

He kissed me fervently on the mouth and leaned me back until I was lying down on the bed. His hands made their way along my body, lingering on my breasts, teasing my nipples, and then his lips followed suit. He licked the curve of my abdomen, close to where it met my hip, which brought a shocking feeling that made me gasp and push his head away, the sensation too strong.

Dev made a note of this and came back to it later. His mouth, tongue, and fingers worked their magic. With some direction and guidance, he brought me to climax much quicker than I would have expected. He was a good listener. I thought he was finished, but he wasn’t. He gave me a moment to recover, then went back at it again, and again, until I forcibly pushed him away and turned over, shuddering.

Snuggling up beside me as the big spoon, he brushed my hair out of the way so he could tenderly kiss my neck. I felt him hard behind me and made a move to roll over, to return the favour, but he stopped me.

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