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"Dev!"I screamed, as another orgasm crashed over me.My knees collapsed with the force of my orgasm.The only thing holding me up, was being held between Devon and the edge of the counter.I heard Devon growl deep in his chest and his body pulse inside me as he came with nearly the same force I had, though he managed to stay on his feet.
He slumped against me, the weight of his body against mine comforting, as I tried to regain the ability to speak, to move.He recovered more quickly than I did, and picked up my still limp body and cradled me in his arms.He carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed.
I blinked and stared up at him for a moment, his face held concern as he laid a hand along my cheek.
"Are you okay?"He asked softly.
Unable to form words yet I nodded.
"I didn't hurt you?"He was genuinely worried.
"Wonderful."I slurred, unable to say more yet.I let my body relax against the bed for a few minutes.He disappeared back into the bathroom.I heard the water in the sink running, and a couple minutes later he came out, rubbing a towel over his semi-dry hair.
I watched him, as he moved into the room.
"Can we do that again soon?"I asked, startling him.
"Are you sure?You couldn't even answer me."
"It wasn't because you'd hurt me.Trust me."I saw doubt in his eyes.
"But I lost control.I know I hurt you."He paced back and forth beside the bed.
"What makes you think so?"I rolled onto one side on the bed, so I could watch him more easily.
"I can see it."He motioned to me."You're bruising already."
I looked down at my own body.I was surprised to see bruises in the shape of his fingers appearing on my breast and hips.I looked back up, unconcerned."It didn't hurt at the time, and it doesn't hurt now."
"How can it not?I may be doing pretty good adjusting to the added strength but I lost control and I hurt you."
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to figure out how to reassure him."Dev, come here a minute."I scooted away from the edge of the bed to make room for him.He wrapped the towel around his waist and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing away from me.I moved closer until I was almost curled around his hips and I could look up at his face.I took his hands and waited until he looked at me before I spoke again.
"If you were to use that much strength at random, yeah, it probably would have hurt.But it wasn't at random, it wasn't out of the box.I was so turned on, so hot for you, that the sensations weren't pain, they were pure pleasure."I rolled until he could see the finger shaped bruises forming on one breast, and I laid his hand against them."Here, the pressure of your hand squeezing me, made me come, made me beg for more.And here," I slid his hand down my body until it rested on the bruises forming on one hip."they made me come so hard, I screamed your name and my knees collapsed."
"But I hurt you."He couldn't seem to get past the fact that he'd bruised me, he ran his fingers lightly over the darkened flesh.
"But it didn't hurt.It felt outstanding.Like the other day when I bit myself, the small pain fed into the pleasure, making it that much stronger."
"But what if I do more than a few bruises?"
"Then we'll deal with it.I'm not worried about it.I trust you."I lifted his hand from my hip and raised it to my lips, I met his eyes."Completely."I softly kissed his hand.
"You humble me."He ran the knuckles I'd just kissed over my cheek.He glanced up."You still feel up to going to your parents?"
"Of course, why?"I asked, confused by the sudden change of subject.
"Cause you have about half an hour to get dressed and get there."He grinned down at me.
I twisted around to check the clock."Shit!" I rolled off the bed and went to the closet to find something to wear.
Chapter 13
We arrived at my parents only a few minutes later than I had planned.Thankfully I'd planned to show up a little earlier than Mom and Dad expected us, so we didn't have to explain why we were late.That would have been awkward.
I knocked on the door as I let Devon and myself in.Instead of yelling out, like I normally would have, I stayed silent for a moment, listening.I heard Mom in the kitchen, moving around and cooking, but I couldn't hear Dad, or the screen on in the living room, indicating that he was watching something.I listened closer for a second.I could hear two people, other than Devon and myself, breathing.Both of my parents were in the kitchen.
I closed the door softly and lead Devon to the kitchen.Leaning against the door jamb for a moment, I watched my parents together.Mom was moving around the kitchen getting the last of the meal together while my father stood beside the island, a potato masher in one hand as he worked the potatoes in the bowl into a smooth texture.He wasn't moving much more than his arm, and the sound of Mom moving around the room, had covered the small sounds he was making.
