Page 18 of Inseparable
“Why do you look so surprised?” My hands creep under his shirt, and he shivers at my touch.
“You’ve dated, and I know some of those guys.”
“Yes, and I’ve done plenty of other stuff, but I never went any further. I want my first time to be with you, Devin. It was always meant to be you.”
He rests his head on my shoulder, and his breathing is labored. “I’m not worthy of you.”
“Bull.” I gently push his shoulders, and he lifts his head up. “Surely that’s my decision to make? And I made it years ago, when I promised myself that I’d only give my virginity to you. Don’t back out. I know you want this as much as me, and if you leave me like this, I’ll—”
He cuts me off with a passionate kiss. “I’m not backing out. I’m too fucking selfish to do the right thing.”
My hands wander up his spine as he presses me into the bed, kissing the shit out of me. My body is on fire, and I want to feel him naked against me. Gently, I push him off, sitting up quickly and whipping my shirt up and over my head. A welcome cool breeze coasts over my warm skin. Devin sits up, stripping his own shirt off but never taking his eyes off me. His fingers caress the skin at my neck in light, soft, featherlike touches that have me shivering all over. His hand moves lower, across my clavicle, and down lower still. I suck in a breath as the edge of one finger brushes across the swell of my breasts. My nipples harden under the thin cotton material of my bra. “You’re so gorgeous, Ange. So beautiful,” he whispers, before ducking his head and drawing my breast into his mouth through my bra.
I gasp as a shot of lust darts straight to my core. Devin eases me back down on the bed, lavishing equal attention on my breasts; one hand cups and teases one breast while his mouth goes to town on the other. He skillfully alternates, while I writhe and moan underneath him, on the verge of falling apart already, and he hasn’t even touched me down there. I grind my hips against his, and he nudges my legs apart, positioning himself exactly where I want him. I moan out loud. “Dev, please.”
He chuckles, lifting his head up to look me in the face. “Trust me, baby. I want to worship every inch of you and make sure you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.” The words fly out of my mouth, and he chuckles again.
“I’m going to take good care of you, Ange.” His expression turns serious. “Do you trust me?”
I nod profusely. “I trust you.”
He unclips my bra in a lightning-fast move. “Good, because I will always look after you. Always.”
Discarding my bra, he continues to worship my bare breasts before moving down my body, nipping, licking, kissing, and sucking as he goes. Sweat drips down my spine, and the covers feel damp underneath me, but all I care about is the flurry of sensations he’s awoken in me. My hips have a rhythm of their own, my hands a mind of their own, as I grip his ass and pull him against me. He smiles knowingly as he pops the button on my jeans, dragging the denim down my legs and tossing the jeans on the floor. Kneeling over me, he draws a slow, lazy trail from my head to my toes. “Damn, you are so fucking unbelievably gorgeous. Even better than I imagined.” He takes my ankle, holding it up, pressing a light kiss on the back of my calf.
“You’ve imagined me naked?” My voice comes out breathless and needy.
“So many times.”
His words thrill me silly.
His mouth continues a journey up my leg. When he reaches my inner thigh, he places my leg back on the bed and pushes my thighs apart. My core is throbbing through the flimsy material of my panties. “I need to feel you, taste you.” His eyes burn hot as he asks the silent question. I nod my acquiescence, and he pushes my panties aside, sliding his finger inside me. I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing. His finger moves slowly in and out, and I arch my back and close my eyes. “Eyes on me, beautiful.” I blink them open, attempting to focus on his face. “I want to see your every expression.” He adds another finger, and I gasp. He pumps his fingers into me faster and harder, and a crescendo of sensation is building deep in my core.
“Oh my God, Devin!” I rock my hips up, riding his fingers with unashamed abandon. “Don’t stop.”
In one swift move, Devin rips my panties away, and then his mouth is on me while his fingers continue to work me hard. I shatter in a fireball of colorful emotion, my body bucking wildly on the bed and the strangest sounds trailing from my mouth.
When I come down from my orgasmic high, I push the matted strands of my hair out of my eyes and grin at him. He looks conflicted, and my smile fades. Nervous he’s going to back out, I sit up and lean in, kissing his swollen lips. “That was incredible.”
I palm the bulge in his jeans, and he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head as I stroke one finger up and down the length of his straining cock. Opening his jeans, I twist around, pushing him down flat on the bed. “And it’s my turn to look after you now.”
His eyes smolder with longing, and I make quick work of his jeans and boxers, throwing them on top of my pile of discarded clothing on the floor. I stare in awe at his gorgeous, naked body, my gaze latching onto his long, thick erection and wandering up the toned planes of his abs and his smooth chest. He locks his hands behind his head, smirking at my obvious ogling. My eyes discover the dark purple bruise along the side of his ribcage, just under his armpit. The fact I didn’t notice it until now is testament to his considerable hotness and his skillful mouth and fingers. I frown. “Were you fighting again?” Carefully, I trace my fingers over the bruise.
Every trace of desire leaves his face, and a mask of indifference repaints his features. He locks up instantly, swatting my hand away and sitting up. Swinging his legs around, he plants them on the floor, lowering his head into his hands. I curse my stupid, stupid mouth, crawling over and wrapping my arms around his shoulders from behind. “It doesn’t matter, forget I said anything.”
His body is stiff as a board underneath me. I plant kisses along his neck, over his jawline, and up to his cheek. “Dev, please. I want you to make love to me.”
Silently, he lifts me off him and stands up. He rakes a hand through his hair, averting his eyes. “I want that too but not like this.”
“What?” I pull the covers up, wrapping them around my body, feeling suddenly vulnerable. “I’m sorry I ruined the mood. Please forget I said it and come back to bed.” He reaches for his jeans and pulls them on. Tears prick my eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.”
He sits down on the corner of the bed, winding his hand around my neck. “I want you, Ange, but I want to make it special, because you deserve that. I don’t want your first time to be like this.”
“Why not?” Honestly, I don’t know what his objection is.
“You need to be sure you want to give this to me.”
