Page 19 of About Last Night
I shake my head. “Not just Pe?—”
“Don’t say his name when you’re naked in my bed,” he growls.
The sound rumbles through his chest and skips across my nerves, electrifying them. “Devon.”
“Yeah.”
“Can we get back to what we were doing?”
“Which was?” he asks with a cheeky grin.
“You fucking me.”
“What the lady wants—” He dives at me, wraps his arms around me and rolls across the huge king bed until he’s flat on his back and I’m straddling his hips. His cock trapped under my ass.
“Whoa.” My hands grip his shoulders as the world stops spinning.
Grinning up at me, he holds my waist and rocks my pelvis back and forth so his length slips through my wet folds. “Want you to ride me.”
A thrill shoots through me. I’ve never been on top before. I’m not ashamed to admit my sex life has been vanilla up until now. The oral and two orgasms Devon gave me tonight are the most adventurous I’ve been.
I’ve been the receiver of oral—and the giver—but it was never more than a few minutes of pleasuring before getting to the main part.
With Devon I think the whole night is the main part.
I start slow. Rolling my hips and experimenting with lifting and lowering over him. I’m finding what feels good for me while watching his reactions. He seems to enjoy everything. Then again, I’m not hating any part of this.
“Condom,” he growls. “I’m not even inside you and I’m so close things might get embarrassing.”
Leaning over, I grab the strip and tear one off. I go to pass the single packet over but Devon shakes his head.
“You do it. Put it on me.”
“Oh, I’ve never…”
“Never a better time to learn.”
His smile is challenging and sexy and the idea of sliding the protection down his thick cock has my insides coiling tighter.
I’m not the most graceful. I toss the strip back to the side table then tear into the packet. I rip it so fast and hard, the latex disc goes flying.
It lands in the middle of Devon’s chest.
“Oops.” I smile and scoop up the condom. It feels weird. To be honest, it’s a little gross but I’m not about to admit I’ve never held a condom before. Another vanilla thing. I always let my partner deal with protection for himself.
Devon is eyeing me with concentration and I know he can see more than I’m saying. Another weird thing about tonight. He seems to see right through me.
My thoughts are proven correct when he wraps his fingers around mine and helps me slide the condom down his throbbing length.
Now that I’ve got my hands on him, I realize how large he is. Not overly long but he isn’t short. It’s his girth that has me swallowing and wondering if having sex with Devon might be more than I can take.
“Stop.”
My gaze bounces up to meet his.
“Don’t worry. We’ll take it slow. I might want to fuck you and you might have demanded I do it, but I will never hurt you. And that includes here, in this bed.”
His words hold conviction, a truth I’m not sure I’ve ever heard from any man I’ve slept with. And for some reason that brings tears to my eyes. Unable to speak, I nod and finish covering his cock.
