Devour Me, Baby - A Yeah, Baby Novella

“Yes,” I whispered, and he dragged me from the cab after swiping his credit card to pay for our ride.

His dark, penetrating gaze didn’t leave mine, except to sweep over my body and linger at my chest, the entire ride up in the elevator. His stare had my nipples hardening under the scrutiny. The tension between us was palpable, the air around us practically crackling as Ethan led me into his hotel room and the door closed behind us.

Then he was behind me, and I felt the whisper-soft touch of his lips against the back of my neck. His fingers sifted through my hair, loosening it from the low side-bun I’d pulled it into earlier. “I told myself I wasn’t going to do this. That I should stay away from you for your own good. But I can’t do it. You’re just so fucking perfect.”

“Perfect?” I repeated, stunned. I really had thought I’d managed to ruin everything at the end of dinner. “I’m a mess. I was literally talking about babies and marriage on our first date. You shouldn’t think I’m perfect, you should be running in the opposite direction from the crazy woman you took to dinner.”

He spun me around in his arms, staring down at me with a blaze of fire in his eyes. “If you think I haven’t imagined what it would feel like to fill you up with so much of my come that it would be impossible for you not to be pregnant, then you really are crazy.”

“But you laughed at me,” I breathed out.

“I wasn’t laughing at you, baby girl. I’d never do that,” he swore. “I was laughing because you’re so fucking adorable. Because your openness is a breath of fresh air when I’m used to dealing with liars and cheats. And because it was just more proof that my decision to make you mine was the right one. It made me so damn happy.”

“Holy crap.” Any thoughts of walking out the door with my virginity intact flew right out the window. I wanted him too much, and as impossible as it was to believe, he wanted me right back. I’d never experienced anything like it, and I wasn’t willing to let go of how he made me feel.

“Tell me I can have you, baby girl. That you want to be mine. I swear, I’ll make you feel so fucking good.” His fingers drifted up my side to cup my breast through my sweater, making my breath catch in my throat. Then his thumb rubbed over my pebbled nipple, and my head fell back, my eyes drifting shut.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Thank fuck,” he groaned. “I’m not sure what I would have done if you’d said no. I want you too fucking much.” He pulled me against his hard body and rocked into me, his hard-on pressing against my stomach and showing me exactly how much he wanted me. If we were judging the depth of his desire by the size of his dick, it definitely was too much because he felt huge.

“I don’t think you’re going to fit.” When I was nervous, I tended to blurt out every thought in my head, and there I went, doing it again.

He lowered his head, leaning in close to my ear. “I’ll be gentle.”

Then he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the king sized bed, carefully laying me down on the mattress. He lifted one of my feet up, slowly unzipping the side zipper of my boot and pulling it off before doing the same with the other side.

“I’m going to want you to wear these again, just so I can see you in nothing but these hot-as-fuck boots.”

It was an incredibly sexy thought, but my lack of experience worried me. Made me nervous. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I know, baby girl, and I love it. But I do, and I’ll show you.”

His hands lifted from my legs and he took a step away from the bed. I watched, riveted by the sight of him unbuttoning his shirt. My gaze ate up all the muscles he revealed, but then dropped lower when he moved his hand to unzip his pants after he’d toed his shoes off. He allowed them to fall to the floor, joining his shirt in a quickly growing pile.

His hard-on pressed against the material of his black boxer-briefs, making me swallow hard. I could barely breathe when his thumbs eased both sides down and his thick length was bared. He was even bigger than he’d felt. I tried to swallow again, but my throat felt swollen and my mouth was dry. With a quick shuffle of his feet, his socks were off and he was crawling onto the mattress with me.

His eyes met mine, and they were filled with so much heat. But as he looked down at me, there was a softness in them as well.

“Lilah,” he breathed against my lips. “My baby girl.” He dipped his head lower, his mouth devouring mine. His hands plunged through my hair, tugging at it. All my worries slipped away when he moaned into my mouth, and I was wholly focused on making him do it again.

He made quick work of my skirt and sweater, tossing them to the floor until I was in nothing but my bra and panties. The masculine appreciation in his eyes made the quick trip I’d made to Victoria’s Secret to buy the pale-pink silk and lace set well worth it.

“So fucking gorgeous.” He slipped his hand underneath my back to unclasp my bra and pull it off my body. “Fuck. Your tits are amazing.”

He cupped them with his hands, kneading the flesh as he dipped his head to suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth. “And delicious,” he murmured when he switched sides.

My hips jerked up at the tug of his mouth against my flesh. I felt each suck deep in my core. “Ethan, please,” I whimpered.

“Does my baby girl need some relief before I feel her tight, virgin pussy around my cock?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

His fingertips drifted up my outer thighs until they reached my panties and tugged them down. Then they traveled back up the inside to spread me open. Head bent over me, his tongue flicked over my clit, and I exploded.

“Ethan!” I screamed, as waves of pleasure rushed through me. I’d never felt anything like it before.

“Give me another one, baby girl.” He slipped his fingers through my wetness, slowly sinking one inside me. I wanted to be embarrassed by how slick I was down there, but my mind was otherwise occupied. My pussy clenched against him, making it difficult for him to get very far. But when his tongue licked at my clit again, he made it past his knuckle while I fluttered around him. He twirled his finger around, stretching me, and my body splintered apart again when he tugged my clit into his mouth with a quick suck.

As I lay there gasping for air, Ethan rose up to his knees and positioned himself between my legs. I squeezed my eyes shut as his dick pushed its way into my tight opening.

“So wet for me,” he groaned, going slow until he filled me to the brim. I was frozen beneath him, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes at the pain of his invasion. “Give it a minute, baby girl. I promise it gets better.”

He held still, his dick deep inside me, for what felt like forever. And then the pain eased, leaving a slight discomfort behind, along with a feeling of fullness—and pleasure. So much pleasure that my eyes popped back open when he started to move again. Our gazes connected as he thrust in and out.

I braced my hands on his chest, my nails digging into his skin. His face was strained with the effort it was taking him to go slow, and I could tell how much it was costing him.

“You’re mine,” he rasped.

“Yours,” I agreed as he lost control, surging up and wrapping his arms around my back. He felt so good inside me as he rocked back and forth. Another orgasm was near. “I’m so close.”

His hands traveled back down, tightening on my hips as he quickened his thrusts. Reaching his fingers in between my legs, he rubbed at my clit, and my pussy started to clench around him as I began to climax. After a few more thrusts, I felt the heat of his come filling me. I melted into the mattress, completely sapped of energy. Ethan’s arms loosened as he rolled to the side and dropped down onto the mattress next to me.

“You okay, baby girl?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“Way better than okay,” I answered. “I think I might be addicted to sex now.”

“That’s an addiction I’m more than happy to feed,” he rasped. “With me, and only me.”