Chapter 27
Justin
T he wonder in Devan’s expression is magical. “I’ve never…” Her words of uncertainty fade into the sounds around us.
Reaching up, I cup her cheek, staring into her milk-chocolate eyes. Without words, I want her to know she’s the one in control. I took it, but I’m giving it back. She has me so damn gobsmacked that I’d gladly go wherever she leads. As she leans into my touch, I say, “I trust you.”
Nodding, her smile returns. Moving her knees to the side of my hips, Devan sits upward. Tentative, she seems unsure if she can lower her weight, bringing her pussy to my erection.
“I won’t break.”
Placing her hands on my shoulders, Devan wiggles her ass. Her perfect tits bounce as her expression becomes a kaleidoscope. Each thought and each feeling are on full display. There’s nothing defective or artificial about my girl. She’s genuine in everything she does.
Devan settles over me.
I left her pussy warm, wet, and I expect, sensitive.
Her lips move as moans and whimpers fill the air.
Shit, as she grinds her core over my erection, I see fucking lights.
Fireworks.
I want to slow time, to let this last for the rest of the night. At the same time, I long to reach for her hips, push her down harder and move her over me. If I were alone in another cold shower, I would be much less gentle.
“Oh, I feel you…” Her voice is full of wonder while dripping with desire. “Yes…right there.”
Moving my hands to behind my head, I stare up at her. My girl is a vision as she navigates this new road. Her heat penetrates my boxers as my cock grows impossibly harder.
I arch my back as the pressure within me builds.
Devan slows. Her eyes are open wide. “Am I…Is this right?”
“You’re killing me in the best of ways.” When she doesn’t respond, I smile. “Keep going, Devan. Show me what feels good.”
“I thought it was to make you feel good.”
“Do you not like it?”
“I do,” she answers quickly. “Do you?”
Moving one of my hands, I take her wrist and lead her hand to my erection. “Tell me. Do you think I like it?”
Devan nods with a grin. “I’m doing that? Because of me?”
“One hundred percent because of you.”
“Okay.” She takes a deep breath.
Again, I clasp my hands behind my head. The slow grind continues to build. Devan leans in, her breasts close to my chest as she finds her own sweet spot. With her eyes closed, her movements come faster.
Fuck.
I won’t last much longer.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as her noises and movements speed. I can’t help the way my hips push against her, yet she isn’t shying away.
“Yes,” she screams.
She says it again.
Giving up any resistance, I concentrate on her pussy over my cock. “Yes.”
I can’t stop myself from reaching for her thighs as I buck against her. “Fuuuckkk,” I elongate the word as I come. Holding her in place, I close my eyes, my cock throbbing between us as warm wetness squirts onto my stomach and hers.
When I open my eyes, I’m not sure what I’ll see.
A vision.
That’s what I see.
Devan’s smile is stunning.
“I did it,” she says. “You came.”
“So did you.”
She nods.
“Fuck, Devan. I could have come the minute you got on top of me. I lasted as long as I could.”
She buries her face in my shoulder.
When I realize what is happening, that she’s crying, I panic. Grasping her shoulders, I roll us until we’re reversed and I’m over her. “What’s the matter? I didn’t hurt you?” My questions come faster. “Did I…? Fuck, if you weren’t ready?—”
Devan lays her finger on my lips. “Nothing is wrong. I was so afraid that I couldn’t…you wouldn’t… I was petrified that you’d think I didn’t know what I was doing, or I was bad at it.”
I frame her cheeks with my palms. “Never think that.” I grin. “You’re a natural.”
“I have a good instructor.”
“You don’t need one, but if the position is open, I’ll apply.”
“You already have the job,” she says.
I kiss her nose again. “I would love to spend the night with you in my arms.”
Devan sighs. “I need to be home.”
Looking at my watch, I see it’s almost midnight. “I sure as fuck hope you don’t have a curfew.”
She rolls, looking at the clock. “No, but we should go.” Sitting up, she reaches for the sheet and wipes her stomach.
“You’ve been marked,” I say with a smirk.
“That’s so barbaric.”
“Oh, sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Leaning closer, her lips come to mine. “I hope it does.”
We both take a minute to clean ourselves. By the time we’re ready to check out, we appear mostly normal. Devan’s lips are redder and puffier than when we arrived. I smell her sweet essence on my face and my boxer briefs are headed to the laundry when I get home.
“I can turn in the key if you want to wait,” I offer.
Devan shakes her head, her long hair swaying. “No, Justin. I’m not ashamed of anything we just did. Two adults.”
“Two adults who need a private place of their own,” I say.
“There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
Hugging her to my side, I kiss the top of her head. “I’m afraid that ship sailed. I’m not letting you go.”
“Again with the caveman talk.”
“I can beat my chest if you’d like.”
She chuckles her perfect melody of laughter. “No, I’ve got the message.”
I keep my hand on Devan’s thigh the entire drive to the Dunns’ farm.
It’s as if I have the basic, primitive, and innate need to be touching her.
The sky overhead is a blanket of stars. With the truck’s windows down, the summer night sounds create our soundtrack.
Driving slowly down the lane toward Devan’s house, crickets and toads sing their songs.
When I pull the truck up toward the garages, I cut the lights. “I’ll take the blame if anyone questions why you came home so late.”
Devan shakes her head. “I’m an adult, remember?”
My cheeks rise. “Yeah, that’s not something I’m about to forget.” I squeeze her thigh. “Stay there.”
Opening my door, I hurry to the other side.
Devan is a vision under the glow of the dome light.
I open her door and offer her my hand. She steps down, her sandals landing on the gravel.
As I lean down, ready to kiss her goodnight, I remember a text I received earlier today—well, now it was yesterday.
“I almost forgot.”
“What?” she asks.
“Kandace texted me” —I shrug— “yesterday. She wondered if I could bring you to her and Dax’s house Sunday afternoon.”
Her lips curl. “I’d like that.”
“Then it’s a date.”
Devan nods.
“I don’t think I can wait until Sunday to see you again.”
Her giggle is a tune I’ll never tire of hearing.
“It’s already Saturday,” she says.
Taking her hand in mine, we walk the pathway to her porch. Gently cupping her cheek, I lean in for one last kiss. Our lips linger, both of us unwilling to say good night until fate and the clock refuse to let the night go further.
With a small step back, I say, “I had a great time.”
“Me too.”
I tilt my head. “Text me when you wake up. I’d like to see you.”
She looks down at the bare flower beds. “I promised Mom I’d help her plant her annuals tomorrow.” Her smile returns. “I’ll text.” She climbs the steps.
I wait until the door is open before I say, “Good night.”
“Good night, Justin.”