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Can it really be as simple and easy as it felt yesterday when I woke up one more time in his arms?
I sigh, going back to my cooking, trying to shut up the little voice whispering in my head that this could really be the kind of mistake that could destroy me, the kind of thing it could take me years to recover from, if ever.
I shake my head, focusing on chopping the mango I found in his fridge, and I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel someone grab my hips from behind. Someone huge and decidedly naked.
“Devon! You scared me!” I wheeze, the knife forgotten, a hand pressed to my chest.
He kisses the side of my neck. “Sorry, love. I woke up, and you were not there and…”
“And?” I encourage him, turning around in his embrace to look up at him. I try not to stare at his body too much, but even looking at his face can’t really do much for my resolve to have breakfast instead of jumping his bones. The guy looks impossibly hot, all sleep-tousled. Heavy-stubbled cheeks, bedhead, and scruffy voice really do wonders for him.
He shrugs. “I thought you had up and left or something, but then I smelt something heavenly cooking, and when I got myself in here, I saw something even better.”
I smile at him, and he bends down to kiss me thoroughly, making my legs shake and my heartbeat beat instantly faster.
He pulls away unexpectedly, and I stumble a little. “What are you making, baby?” he asks with a smile, steadying me up.
I grin back at him and turn to the skillet to show him. “White egg omelet with cheese and peppers and some bacon. I was just adding some mango to a fruit salad.”
He smiles so big his entire face is shining, and I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“You are a treasure. I did not know you could cook. Oh… and you even made me coffee? I know how much you hate it. Thank you, sweetheart.”
I beam at him. “You’re welcome. Besides, I like the smell well enough. It’s the taste that I can’t stand.”
Ten minutes later, we are putting the plates in the sink. We scarfed down everything that was on them and then even had some cookies.
Devon chuckles. “Well, I guess we really worked up an appetite.”
“We sure did,” I lift myself on the balls of my feet and hook my arms around his neck to bring him down to me, then I kiss him, shutting out the gloomy thoughts from before.
I suddenly feel myself being hauled up into his arms and nearly being crushed to his chest. His labored breath is in my hair, my legs are around his hard hips, and his thick, long cock is pushing hotly against my lower belly. I feel myself becoming wet and needy, my heart beating rapidly in my clit, my pussy clenching on emptiness.
I feel something cold and soft at my back, and when I look around, I see we are on one of the huge leather sofas. My legs are splayed on either side of his waist, my eyes run hungrily up and down his six-pack and follow his treasure trail down to the bunch of dark curls and then to the very angry-looking, hard, deeply veined cock pointing straight at me. The wide tip glistening with moisture.
He gives it a couple of brutal strokes and then tugs at his balls with a low, sexy growl that makes my toes curl, and a moan escapes my throat at the thought of feeling it inside of me.
“Damn, baby, I want you so bad!”
I nod fervently. “Me too, Dev… just… just get inside me. No games. I don’t need anything but you inside me.”
He gives me a lopsided, cocky grin. “Hmm… so you’re ready for me, love?”
“Yes! Yes, I am!”
“Let’s see,” he rumbles low in his throat, a finger diving between my puffy pussy lips.
"Damn! You're dripping wet! Can't wait to ram my cock inside you. I'm so hard for you it's nearly painful."
“Oh, God!” I moan.
“Again, love, not God… Devon.”
He takes hold of himself again and, without warning, violently pushes his erection into my body, immediately setting a feverish rhythm. He nearly pulls out of me until just the head of his cock is at my opening and then shoves back in hard, cutting my breath. He does it over and over again until I’m this close to climaxing. Then he abruptly withdraws.
“No,” I protest, my nails clutching at his arms.
“Shush, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He leans back on me until I can feel his wet cock sliding against my navel, pre-cum painting my skin. He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses at the point where my neck meets the shoulder, then he takes hold of me, keeping my arms pressed to my sides, and turns me over.
