His eyes held mine as he licked slowly from one end to the other, b
efore sucking my clit into his mouth.
My back arched.
My arms flung out and gripped the blanket.
Fuck, yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
I closed my eyes as the pleasure he gave rippled through me. It started out small and grew in intensity until every last cell in my body sung with adoration for everything that was Devil.
His tongue.
His lips.
His hands.
And his God-given talent for using all those things together in the way I was pretty sure God meant them to be used. Well, maybe not, but I was, again, almost certain every woman on earth would agree with me there.
As he brought me closer to orgasm, a chant I had no control over fell from my mouth. A combination of his name and God’s name and a few swear words. I could hardly hear myself over the rush of bliss roaring through me, but I knew words were flowing.
When I finally fell over the edge and lingered in that divine space of pleasurable nothingness, Devil’s strong hands moved along my body, up to my waist where he gripped me with one hand while the other one slid up my back to take hold of my neck. He pulled me to a sitting position, bringing our mouths together. Nipping my bottom lip with his teeth, he rasped, “Listening to you say my name over and over has my dick so fucking hard.”
I opened my eyes to find him staring at me, full of need. Reaching for his cock, I said, “It’s my turn now.”
He stopped me with a shake of his head, his hand pushing mine away from its destination. “No, darlin’, I need in this sweet pussy. You can suck my dick later, but right now, I’m gonna come inside of you.”
Before I had a chance to respond, he had me on my back with my legs spread while he reached for a condom in his wallet.
“I honestly figured you for a guy who’d fuck me from behind, maybe with your hand around my throat,” I said, watching his muscles flex as he moved. Goddam, he was gorgeous. My pussy clenched, desperate to have him inside.
He took hold of his cock and ran it through my wetness before rubbing the tip of it over my clit. Over and over in a delicious rhythm that caused my body to arch up again.
His eyes met mine, dark with desire. “That’ll come, but the first time I fuck you”—he pushed his cock inside me, not far, but enough for me to miss it when he pulled back out—“I wanna watch your face while I stamp my name on your tongue.” He caught my lips in a long, deep kiss, and then added, “I’m going to show you how it feels to be fucked by a man who is so fucking caught up in you that all he can think about is you and when he’ll next get to see you. You ever had that, darlin’?”
Oh, fuck, I had never had that. I was sure of it, because I’d never felt the way Devil made me feel. He’d lit a fire in me, and it had spread from my mind to my core and out to my fingertips and toes.
I couldn’t think straight.
I couldn’t process my feelings.
All I saw was him.
All I felt was him.
And all I knew, right then, was him.
“No,” I whispered, “I’ve never had that.”
He growled as he entered me, and it vibrated through my body, setting off another round of extreme pleasure. My breaths turned into pants when he started fucking me. Good God, his dick was huge. I’d never been filled so well. It was exquisite, and worked me into such a state that I found myself clawing my fingernails into his skin while I begged him to fuck me harder. Rougher.
With his body on top of me and my limbs around him, his eyes clung to mine. “You want it harder?”
I dug my fingers into his back. “Yes.”
He pulled out and then slammed his dick into me harder. “More?” The word left his lips on another growl. The kind of deep, masculine sound that did all kinds of good shit to me.