Page 191 of Love in Riverbend
Justin reaches for my shoulders. “No rush.”
Nodding, I fall to my knees and look up at him through my veiled lashes.
“Fuck, Devan. You don’t have to do that.”
Seizing his cock between both of my hands, I marvel at the girth and length. Running my touch up the shaft, I’m surprised by the velvety yet hard surface. Small veins pop to life as he grows harder and thicker under my touch. Pre-come shimmers on the tip. Without thinking, I lean in and lick the tip.
My taste buds sense the saltiness.
Justin’s growl stops me.
“Am I doing this wrong?”
His jaw is clenched and his Adam’s apple bobs. “Fuck no. Your tongue is perfect. I’m sure your mouth is too.” He reaches for my chin and encourages me to stand. “Other than our dry humping and some cold showers, it’s been a while for me too. Before I come in your sexy mouth, I want to come in your pussy…if you’re ready.”
“Condoms?”
Justin nods.
As he did in Bloomington, he flips back the top cover from the king-sized bed. Next, he finds his blue jeans from the floor, takes his wallet from his pocket, and fishes out a condom.
“Did you bring more than one?”
He grins. “In the suitcase.”
Nodding, I scoot up on the bed, reach out my hand, and ask, “Can I do it?”
His sexy blue eyes roll. “You’re killing me.”
“I promise that’s not my goal.”
He hands me the packet. While I’ve never seen one in real life, it’s not rocket science. I rip open the packet with my teeth—my dental hygienist mother would be more upset about that than the sex—and I hold the condom in my grasp. It’s round and looks like a rolled-up balloon.
My heart beats too fast as I place it on the end of his cock and roll the length over him. “Do they ever break?”
As he reaches for my shoulders, he says, “If it does, we can tell Ricky we tried.”
Directing me, Justin lays me against the pillows.
I spread my knees and stare up at the ceiling, trying to ignore my racing pulse and sudden onset of nerves.
“Devan,” he says, his tone soft and tenor low. “Look at me.”
My gaze goes to him.
“You’re overthinking this.”
“I mean…it’s a lot to think about.” My focus goes to his cock. “A lot.”
Justin grins and offers me his hand. “Come here.”
“Where?”
“Here, Devan. Come to me.”
On the giant mattress, we’re both on our hands and knees. Justin starts with kisses. My lips, my ear, my neck. With each kiss, my tension eases and my skin warms. Despite the rise in temperature, my flesh blankets in goosebumps.
Encouraging me to sit up, he lowers his attention to my breasts. It’s not simple sucking. Hell, I’m not even sure what he’s doing, but whatever it is I feel it from my hardened nipples to my twisting core.
