Finding Our Course (Finding our Way 3)

“Let me.” I sit up on my knees and reach for him. Lifting his shirt, I lick my lips at the sight in front of me. Throwing the shirt to the side, I lean in and kiss a trail across his chest from shoulder to shoulder and then down until I reach his belly button.

With shaky hands, I undo his belt and unbutton his pants. He cups my chin and gently urges me to look up. When our eyes meet, my pulse races. His gaze is filled with passion and desire. I rise up to kiss him, lightly running my lips across his before slipping my tongue inside.

The urgency from earlier returns as my heart slams in my chest. Years of longing and loving this man flash through my mind, and I can no longer wait.

His hand covers mine as I lower his zipper and feel the straining bulge against the waistband of his boxers. His jeans fall to the ground, and he kicks them off. He breaks our kiss for a second and pulls my dress over my head, his eyes growing wide when he sees I’m not wearing a bra. Then he goes right back to kissing me.

Keeping our lips locked, he leans into me, pushing me back on the bed. The warmth of his skin covers my naked body, and the familiar ache returns. His fingers thread through mine, and he raises my arms over my head. I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles, pulling his hips to mine. The cotton material of his boxers is a flimsy barrier between us.

With no shame, I rock against him, searching for relief. He groans and breaks away, resting his forehead against mine.

“Baby, stop.” He tries to move back, but I tighten my thighs.

“No.”

His hands release mine, and he pushes up, hovering over me. His eyes rake down until they land on my chest. I look down to see my nipples tight and pebbled. He swivels his hips slightly, hitting me exactly where I need. When I groan, he lowers himself and takes one aching nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

My mind and body both swirl in pleasure. Arching into him, I loosen my grip around his waist. He takes advantage and spreads his thighs, unlatching me from him. The smug grin he gives me briefly shakes me out of my euphoria, but his mouth goes back to my chest, sucking and massaging each of my nipples. He kisses down my breastbone and slowly lowers himself.

“Jesus Christ. You’re almost bare, so wet, waiting for me to taste you.” His words send a shiver up my spine.

When his lips touch my clit, I whimper. His tongue curls into me, and I buck my hips. He grabs my ass to hold me still and then swirls his tongue inside of me. One finger slides inside, and I grip the comforter, squirming. My release builds slowly. When his thumb touches my clit, my vision becomes blurry, and I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the tingling sensations run through me. His mouth expertly works me into a frenzy. When the orgasm hits, I chant his name loudly.

Bryce kisses a trail back up my body and nuzzles his face in my neck. “So fucking beautiful.”

We lay still for a minute, clinging to each other. His raging length is pressed into my hip, and I know it has to be painful.

Without warning, I use all my strength to twist and roll, trapping him under me. The surprised look on his face makes me smile.

“Bryce, I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’m not as innocent as you think.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but I cover it with my fingertips. “You see, as your girlfriend, it’s my job to take care of you, too. First things first, the boxers have to go.” I scoot down his body and pull the offending material with me. When they are past his knees, he shakes them off.

Seeing Bryce naked is better than I ever could have imagined. It’s obvious how physically fit he is, but his body is made for worshipping. As soon as my eyes land on his cock, I lick my lips. He’s hard and thick, his length reaching his navel. I look up to find him smirking.

“See something you like, baby?” There’s a teasing glint in his eyes.

I crawl up his body and kiss along his exposed skin until I reach his mouth, using my tongue to outline his lips. “Yeah, I see something I like.” I grind against him, knowing my core is still soaked and he feels it.

I slowly push myself back down until I’m e

ye level with the tip of his dick. It’s glistening, and when I lick the slit, Bryce groans loudly. His hands move to my scalp, where he clasps tightly.

“Devon, you don’t have to do this,” he pants.

“I want to taste you.” Lowering my lips back down, I take as much of him as possible. His grip tightens when I use my tongue to circle his head and nip lightly. His low moans become louder so I increase my suction, bringing him all the way in my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. My hand moves between his legs and squeezes his balls firmly.

Bryce jack-knifes up, grabbing my shoulders, trying to move me, but I don’t budge. His hips buck into my mouth three more times until he yells my name and falls back on the bed. Hot, salty liquid coats my throat, and I swallow him greedily, continuing to massage his balls. When I know he’s through, my lips slide off him, making sure to suck his crown one last time.

He’s still breathing heavily when I slink up his body. It’s my turn to nuzzle into his neck and listen to him regain his breath. Both arms lock around me, and he kisses my temple lightly.

“I’m fucking screwed,” he says.

“Why?”

“Because I just got the best blow job of my life, which makes me fucking thrilled. But I’m scared to know how you learned to do that.”

A giggle escapes, and I lean up, bracing myself on his chest. “That was not a result of the loser list, Bryce. That comes from hours of reading smut romance and Cosmopolitan, and Quinn and I may have researched a few things online—purely for educational purposes.”