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Moans and whimpers escape me as the luxurious hotel room disappears. I’m not sure when it happens, when I lie back on the bed, but as Justin’s kisses move over my stomach and toward my core, I feel as if I’m an old-fashion top, spun tighter and tighter, about to lose control.
I cry out as his tongue laps my sensitive flesh and swirls my clit. One finger and then two, so long and the perfect amount of coarseness. My heart is aflutter as my body processes his rhythm. In and out. My back arches and my neck stretches as I push up with my heels.
For only a millisecond, his touch is gone, and then he’s over me. His lips on mine, his tongue coated with my essence dances with mine. As he distracts me with his amazing kisses, I’m aware of the pressure, his hard cock at my entrance. My eyes open. The swirling blue in Justin’s orbs is truly hypnotizing. As I stare, my body relaxes.
This is where I want to be.
I’m with who I want to be with.
I grimace and grasp his shoulders as he pushes through the barrier I saved for this man.
He wipes a tear from my cheek. “Are you all right?” he asks.
I nod.
“Look at me, Devan.”
My eyes open wide.
“Thank you.” His kisses flutter over my lips, face, and neck as he begins to move. Gently, he’s thrusting in and out. The initial stretch has waned, the soreness is forgotten. The top within me is back to being wound, and I’m about to spin out of control.
Chapter 33
Justin
Devan is absolutely stunning and so fucking tight. While I’ve had sex before, everything about this is different. Everything about being with Devan is unique. I can’t ignore how great it feels to be inside her, but that isn’t my main thought. I want her to enjoy it. I want to make it the best for her.
The worry in her gaze when she first lay on the bed is gone. Damn, the way she’s looking at me is overwhelming. “Are you all right?” I ask again as I slow my thrusts.
“Better than all right,” she says, her smile dazzling. “I didn’t know I’d feel so full.”
I start to back away. “Is it too much?”
Devan’s arms wrap around my lower back. “Don’t stop, Justin.” Her neck elongates as she brings her lips to mine.
My goal is to take it easy and slow; however, with each thrust, each push deeper, each easing out, I’m on the brink of coming. Taking a breath, I still my movements. When Devan opens her eyes, I ask, “Do you ever touch yourself?”
The mortification on her expression, considering our intimate position, is cute.
“Do it.”
“What?”
“Do it, touch yourself. Roll your clit.”
“I-I…”
I kiss her lips. “Do it for me. I want to watch you come.”
The indecision in her eyes fades as she moves one hand between us. I begin again, in and out. Perspiration coats our skin as our bodies slap together. Her hand moves faster. It’s as her eyes roll back that I pick up speed.
“Oh, Justin,” she calls out as her pussy convulses.
I’ve lasted as long as I could. Grasping her hips, I hold tight as my cock is strangled, draining my seed. Holding myself above her, I wait for her to focus, to see me. When she does, her milk-chocolate stare swirls with the ecstasy of satiation.
“I do love you, Devan.”
“I love you, too.”
