Staying on Course (Finding our Way 2)

His eyes lock with mine, and I freeze.

“Tell me you love me, Devon.”

“I love you, Bryce.”

One hand plays softly with my hardened nipple while his mouth clutches onto the other. I bow off the bed into his touch, moaning at the sensation. He goes down my body, kissing slowly, until he gets to my pelvic bone and stops.

“What the fuck is this?” He stops, sitting back on his calves.

“Surprise.” My fingers run over the skin where the naval anchor is inked.

“Shit!”

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it. “

I scrunch my eyebrows, confused.

“I planned to take my time, worshiping every inch of you, but this tattoo is sexy as fuck. Now I can’t wait.”

He crawls back up my body with energy radiating from his hard stare. One finger slides down my stomach, stopping briefly to rub circles around my belly button. The lower he goes, the faster my pulse races. He finally touches me in the right spot, and I arch into him, groaning.

One f

inger slides easily through my wetness, followed by another. My hips buck into his hand, pushing deeper. He twists them leisurely as his lips brush along my collarbone. The warmth of his breath coats my skin all over, driving me crazy with anticipation. He teases me for another minute then expertly rubs his thumb over my slit. I whimper in need. Desire coils in my stomach, begging for release.

“Come for me. Don’t hold back. I won’t let myself dive into your pussy until I hear you come.”

“Feels so good,” I moan.

“Babe, I need to be inside you.”

He presses the edge of his palm to my aching clit, moving in a circular motion. My hands clutch his back, the muscles rippling under my touch. I clench his fingers hard as the orgasm hits, sending me shattering against his hand. My nails dig into his skin as I try to catch my breath.

He jerks up lightning fast, hauling his body back and kneeling. His hands circle my waist gently as the tip of him teases me, rubbing up and down. Our eyes lock as he slides into me gently. I feel every hard inch of him slip into my wetness.

His hands squeeze my hips as a look of possession clouds his face.

“Mine,” he growls when he’s rooted all the way in. He goes slowly at first, controlling his movements. I arch my pelvis into his and change the angle. He starts to thrust wildly. My hand goes around his neck, pulling up, and I position myself flush against him. Our skin is on fire as he pounds into me from below. I grind roughly and suck on the skin at his neck.

“Give me another one, Dev. I’m not going to last much longer.”

One hand moves lower, and he runs his fingers along my backbone until he reaches my ass then squeezes. On instinct, I clench my muscles, and he growls. Suddenly, the room starts to spin as my release rushes through my body. It builds fast, and I throw my head back, begging for it. Bryce latches onto my nipple roughly, and I scream. He cries out my name and empties himself into me. The feeling of his dick pulsing sends another round through me, and I clutch him tightly. He strengthens his hold, anchoring me to him.

Gently, he lays us down, staying rooted inside me. Our hearts beat in rhythm as our bodies stick together.

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters against my skin.

“Ummhmm,” I agree.

We stay tangled in each other for a while before I gently roll him back and reach for his t-shirt. He leans on an elbow and watches me closely. I scan his body and shiver at his toned physique. He was fit when he left in June, but now, he’s completely chiseled. Before moving away, I enjoy running a finger down his breastbone, sliding over his pecs until I skim the defined ripples of his abs. My mouth runs dry when I reach his belly button and the happy trail that leads to his still hard erection.

He reaches up quickly, clasping my wrist. “Babe, you ready for round two?”

I jump back, dislodging my hand, and run to my suitcase, grabbing the box on top. When I crawl back on the bed, he raises an eyebrow.

“This is a late birthday gift.” I hand him the box. “Open it.”