Page 80 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

The breath hissed from him. “Eve…”

“My turn,” my voice was barely a whisper as I was kissing his ear, running my tongue over the edge of his ear. I was rewarded by the tremor I felt running through him. I rained kisses across his jaw, to the corner of his sensual lips.

“I want to taste all of you,” I murmured against his lips.

His fingers tangled in my hair and he took my mouth hard into an open-mouthed, hungry kiss. I kissed him back desperately, unleashing all my desire, every drop of need inside me. I moaned into his mouth, letting him know how badly I needed him. I needed him with every ounce of my soul and body.

He scooped me into his arms and rose from the bath. My hands flew to his shoulders, gripping him. He stepped from the tub, with me tightly in his arms. I clung to him as he carried me to our bed and laid me on it gently. Something about his raw desire and his gentleness made my heart ache in tenderness.

He joined me on the bed and slid between my legs. I put my palms flat on his shoulders and gently pushed him.

“No,” I stopped him dead in his tracks.

I rolled him over on his back and straddled him.

As I leaned over him, our noses touched. “My turn,” I repeated with a challenge.

I lowered my mouth to his neck, and that special pine smell of him seeped into my soul. I kissed the trail down his vein to his hard clavicle and then lower, across his chest, over each hard muscle of his abdomen, to the soft trail of hair that led even lower. My hands trailed after my mouth, feeling every hard muscle of my husband. Such intense desire and need made my fingers slightly tremble.

I caressed him gently, moving down to his hard cock, a drop of seed on the tip of it. I licked it and his hips jerked.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I smiled and dipped my head. My fingers circled his cock as my mouth closed over him. I took as much of him as I could, sucking him and stroking his silky length with my tongue. His moan encouraged me, and I felt wet between my thighs. I explored every inch of him, kissing it, licking his slit with precum.

A guttural sound tore from him, his hips jerking upward and I tasted more of his cum. I felt so empowered feeling my husband struggle for control, at my mercy. Crazy with hunger for him, I took him deeper inside my throat.

His fingers tangled in my hair, he held me fast, guiding me, showing me what he liked. It turned me on more than anything I’ve ever done before. I found my rhythm and took him deeper, moaning. I reached for his balls, fondling the sensitive skin as I sucked harder. I glanced up and our eyes locked, as he fucked my mouth and throat hard.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice gruttal.

My fingers reached between my legs and found my clit. I was already wet and as he was fucking my mouth faster and harder, I was circling my clit in the same rythym. I could feel my orgasm coming fast and hard with his cock down my throat. I moaned in pleasure close to the verge of my orgasm, my whole body started shuddering as I came and my moans pushed Lachlan over the edge. He came hard, his spurt of seed hit the back of my throat and I swallowed all of it, our eyes never wavering from each other.

Satisfied he was spent, I rose to my haunches, feeling tender towards this man who in the span of two weeks became my husband. His handsome face was relaxed, the glazed pleasure in his grey eyes as he pulled me to his side.

My hand on his chest, I felt his heartbeat gradually slow down.

“I quite liked that,” I murmured against his chest, my eyelids heavy. “We’ll have to do it again.”

His chuckle vibrated through every fiber of my body.

“Ok,” he said softly. “But next time is my turn.”

And I smiled against his skin as I fell asleep.

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