Chapter 28 Devon #2
“Is it… is it fucked up that I wanted you to see so that you would be scared away?”
His brow twitches up. “Why on earth would this scare me away?”
“You’re kidding, right? Take away the dress and the shapewear and the fancy glitter and everything and I’m like some badly-rolled fat dough that’s about to drip off the counter. And you? You’re this…”
The elegant cake from all those weeks ago pops back into my thoughts and I wince. “You’re gorgeous.”
Kairo’s head tilts to the side.
“We view each other very differently, Devon. When I look in the mirror, I see wrinkles I can’t escape. I see papery skin that no skincare can save, muscles that aren’t defined, a doughy waist that I hate. And when I look at you?”
His hand moves from under my chin to caress my cheek. “Can I be honest?”
Given that I’ve just bared my soul to him, I nod.
“I see the brightest smile I’ve ever seen in my life.
It makes my heart jump every time I see it.
I see thick, plump thighs that I want to bury myself between and bite until you’re a quivering, soaked mess from my attention.
I see a thick, large ass that I want to grab with all my strength to feel every tremble and twitch from you.
I see a soft stomach I want to lay my head on, large tits that I want to taste and bury myself between, and a mouth that I want screaming my name because every single detail about you, even the parts you hate, is drawing me in.
Willingly. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, because I have spent the past month hoping that one day, I’ll get just a taste of you. ”
My face is on fire.
Never has someone spoken about me in such a way, and the rush of emotion in my chest is almost overwhelming.
My skin is hot, prickling with fear that everything he says comes from a place of humor or mocking.
But he’s honest. It’s written all over his face and in the gentle warmth of his words.
“Scars don’t change that,” he continues. “What you look like changes every day. The same goes for me. Tomorrow, it could be me in front of that car.”
Mirth enters his eyes and he smiles. “My point is that everything about you draws me to you, Devon. You. Every detail of you that makes up the woman standing before me.”
“You’re not making fun of me?”
The words tremble out of me while I balance on a knife’s edge, waiting to see if this is just some cruel joke.
My defenses are down.
I have nothing left to hide.
I have nothing more to offer.
I am just… me.
“No, I’m not making fun of you, Devon. I wouldn’t do that and if I were a weaker man, maybe I’d be offended by the insinuation that I would hurt you that way, but I understand where it stems from.”
His thumb skims over my cheek while he gazes down at me. “If you don’t believe me, let me show you.”
“Show me?”
Suddenly, Kairo’s mouth covers mine with equal parts desire and hesitation.
He’s clearly holding himself back, but the kiss is enough to unlock something inside me.
It’s like the simple touch has given me permission and both my hands dart up to clutch at either side of his half-open shirt.
His other hand rises and he cradles my face, drawing me upward just enough that I have to step into his space to maintain my balance.
My thumbs brush against the burning hot skin of his bare chest and my heart thunders in my ears while Kairo’s tongue very slowly teases at the seam of my lips.
Something hungry and dormant curls around inside my gut and before I’ve even processed what I’m doing, my lips part and I invite him in.
He slides one hand into my hair and cradles the back of my head while deepening the kiss by sliding his tongue into my mouth.
His other hand caresses down to the side of my neck and his grip is so large that I should be afraid of what he can do to me.
Instead, it excites me in a way I haven’t felt in years.
There’s no alcohol this time to blur my senses or my desires.
This is all me. And all him.
I push at his shirt and the last few buttons clinging for dear life near his waist ping free.
The silk falls away from his shoulders and I’m touching his hot, bare skin.
Muscle dips and trembles under my touch as I stroke over his abdomen and up his chest to the thick swell of his pecs.
He’s trembling as badly as I am.
And the kiss doesn’t end. His hold on me doesn’t end.
I’m hungry.
Starved.
Physical touch is a craving I’ve been unable to satisfy, and now Kairo presents it to me in such a way that nothing else in the world matters.
My core throbs in time to my pounding heart and dampness beads between my thighs while his tongue sensually writhes and curls around my own.
My lungs burn.
My body trembles.
I’m on fire on the inside, and this is just a kiss, but I want so much more.
I need so much more.
When the demand for air forces us apart, his forehead presses against mine and we pant with the same desperation for the limited air between us.
He continues to cradle my head while my hands rest on his ribs. Then I glance up and our eyes meet.
“I want to—”
“I want you to—”
We speak at the same time and a rush of breathless laughter follows, then Kairo kisses me again and it’s much harder this time.
My back hits the soft bedding and my dress falls away with one sweep of Kairo’s hands.
Nerves almost strangle me in the few seconds I’m lying on the bed, naked except for my panties, utterly exposed to his liquid-ink gaze, but just as my anxiety spikes, his face melts into a look of utter adoration.
“Wow,” he breathes.
Then he’s over me with one hand grasping a handful of my breast while the other braces on the bed next to me, holding himself up just enough to kiss me.
As our mouths collide, an undeniable, rock-hard bugle in his pants glides over my thigh, and my core tightens once more.
God, I want him.
I’ve never wanted someone more than I do in this second.
His fingers and palm knead my beast as he kisses me deeply, grazing his teeth over my lower lip every time we part for air.
Saliva strings between our gasping mouths, his thumbs caress my nipples to stiff peaks, and then Kairo breaks away to shove his face between my breasts.
I laugh softly. He wasn’t kidding about that, was he?
The heat from his mouth gradually turns me to putty as he kisses over my breasts, lavishes overwhelming attention on each nipple until they’re both sensitive enough that they throb in time to my heartbeat, then he kisses me again and finally drops his hips down onto my own.
He’s fucked me before but the bulge in his pants feels new.
Different.
Like we’re completely different people.
“Please,” I gasp, raking my fingers through his hair so the dark strands stand in all directions. “I can’t wait anymore, please!”
He smirks and kisses me, then catches my lower lip between his teeth and gently tugs until the distance forces him to release me.
“That’s the begging I wanted to hear,” he murmurs.
Standing, Kairo strips himself out of the rest of his suit, but just as I hook my fingers around the hem of my panties, something on his leg makes me pause.
More importantly, his thigh.
“Kairo?”
He pauses from taking off his boxers and glances up at me.
Then, he follows my gaze to his thigh, and his expression changes. The warmth briefly melts away to pain.
Sliding forward on the bed, I reach for his thigh.
Amid the soft curls of hair lies a cluster of scarring similar to that on my back.
I know cigarette burns.
Their pain is unique.
The twisted way flesh melts and burns is something I’ll never forget.
Kairo’s scars look old, but that doesn’t change the pain in my heart as I gently skim my thumb over them.
“My father,” Kairo remarks tightly. “He was a cold man.”
Thinking back to the moment we shared on the bridge, Kairo trusted me with his pain even without my understanding the full extent.
A sudden protective urge rises within me, even if the cause of his pain is long gone.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to the warped flesh as his hand caresses the back of my head.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur.
“Don’t be,” comes his gentle reply. “We all have a past.”
I lean back and gaze up at him, then my hands join his and together, we remove his boxers and free his gorgeous cock.
Having only felt it briefly before in our tryst at the bar, this is my first time seeing it and my core clenches at the memory of it being inside me.
It’s thick and veiny, curving slightly to the left, and much larger than I remember.
Not obscene, but enough for me to realize my drunken state made things a lot easier back then.
“Wow,” I murmur, taking his cock in my hand. A thrill jolts through me at his sharp, eager intake of breath.
“You’re doing wonders for my ego,” he murmurs, desire curling around his words.
“Really?” I gaze up at him through my lashes and maintain eye contact while leaning forward and gently pressing my lips to his swollen crown.
Soft velvet greets me, along with a bead of pre-cum that I lap up with my tongue.
My core throbs at the slightly salty taste and Kairo’s jaw tightens, growing sharp enough to cut glass.
My hand glides from the underside of his crown down to the base of his cock and Kairo’s entire chest lifts.
His lower lip gets trapped in his teeth, and he gently grips a handful of my hair.
“You keep that up and I’ll be ruining your makeup.”
“Maybe I want you to,” I gasp, thrilled by the sudden arousal pouring through me as he gently forces my head back.
“I’m tempted, but you’ve tasted me and that’s not fair. Can I?”
His kisses are electric, his tongue powerful and his words so talented.
The thought of him between my legs is almost unthinkable, but the truth arrives within seconds.
He pushes me back onto the bed, rips my panties off with his teeth, and buries that talented mouth against my pussy like it’s his only purpose in life.
Two strokes of his hot, wet, flat tongue through my soaked folds and I come.