He hums against me, and the vibration makes sparks shoot through my body.I can’t stay still.I don’t know how.My thighs tense around his head, my fingers twisting into his hair as he works me with his mouth until I’m panting his name like a prayer.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against me.“Let go for me, baby.”
“I can’t?—”
“You can.”
His mouth closes over me again, and this time when the pressure builds, it doesn’t stop.It climbs higher and higher until I’m shaking, overwhelmed, desperate.
Then he slides one finger into me.
I shatter.
The orgasm rolls through me in waves, stealing my breath and curling my toes.I hear myself cry out, feel Devon holding me through it, his mouth gentle now as he coaxes every last tremor from my body.
When I finally go limp, I’m dazed.Devon kisses his way back up my body, his mouth finding mine.I taste myself on him, and the intimacy of it makes me blush and ache all over again.
“You okay?”he asks, brushing hair back from my face.
I nod, still breathing hard.“Better than okay.”
His smile is soft.“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He kisses me, slow this time.Tender.But I can feel him against my thigh, hard and heavy.Knowing that he’s still wanting, still aching, makes heat unfurl inside me again.I slide my hand down his chest, over his stomach, to the waistband of his jeans.
Devon catches my wrist.“Suri.”
I freeze.“Did I do something wrong?”
“No.”His voice is strained.“Hell no.But we need to slow down for a second.”
I blink up at him.
He takes a breath, then another.“You said you’re a virgin.”
I nod.
“I need you to understand something.”His thumb rubs over the inside of my wrist.“I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in a long damn time.But I’m not taking that from you because we got carried away.”
My chest tightens.“You wouldn’t be taking it,” I whisper.“I’m giving it to you.”
His eyes close briefly, like that hurts him.When he opens them again, they’re burning.“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“No doubts?”
I shake my head.
“Because if we stop right now, I’ll still hold you all night.I’ll still want you in the morning.Nothing changes.”
My throat grows thick.This man.This impossible, intense, careful man.
“I don’t want to stop,” I murmur.“I want my first time to be with you.”
Devon’s expression is raw and unfiltered.He kisses me like he can’t help it, deep and slow and full of something I’m afraid to name.
