Chapter 4 – Devin #2
I lie beside her, drawing her into my arms, letting her get comfortable with the feel of skin against skin. The simple pleasure of holding her like this—naked, vulnerable, trusting—hits me with unexpected force.
We kiss deeply, hands roaming, learning each other's bodies by touch and taste. I trail my fingers down her stomach, feeling her muscles jump beneath my touch, until I reach the apex of her thighs. She parts her legs on a sigh, granting me access to her most intimate place.
When I touch her there, finding her already slick and ready, she makes a sound that I immediately want to hear again, a half-gasp, half-moan that vibrates through her whole body. I stroke her slowly, learning what makes her breath catch, what makes her hips lift seekingly.
"Like this?" I murmur against her ear, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Yes," she breathes, eyes closed tight, cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Just like that."
I increase the pressure, the pace, watching her face as she climbs higher. Her hand finds me, wrapping around my length, and I nearly lose my rhythm at the sensation of her soft palm against me.
"Together," she whispers, her strokes matching my own.
The room fills with the sounds of our soft moans, harsh breathing, the rustle of sheets as we move against each other. When I slide a finger inside her, then two, she cries out, her inner walls clenching around me.
"I need you," she gasps, tugging me closer. "Now, Devin. Please."
She wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me in until I'm seated fully inside her. We both freeze, adjusting to the sensation. She's tight, hot, perfect around me, and it takes every ounce of control not to move too fast, too hard.
"Okay?" I manage to ask, muscles trembling with restraint.
She nods, eyes locked with mine. "More than okay. Move, Devin. Please."
I begin slowly, shallow thrusts that gradually deepen as she relaxes beneath me. Her body yields to mine, warm and welcoming with each careful push forward.
Her hands clutch my shoulders, fingers pressing into muscle, nails digging into skin. The slight sting only heightens my pleasure, grounding me in the moment.
"Is this good?" I murmur against her neck, needing to hear her confirmation.
"So good," she whispers, her breath catching as I push deeper.
I can feel her body learning mine, adjusting, softening, opening.
Her thighs tighten around my hips, pulling me closer, urging me deeper.
When I shift the angle slightly, lifting her hips with one hand beneath her lower back, she gasps.
Her head falls back against the pillow, throat exposed, back arching sharply off the bed.
"There," she breathes, eyes half-closed with pleasure. "Right there. Don't stop."
I obey, maintaining the rhythm that hits that perfect spot inside her, savoring how her inner walls flutter around me with each thrust.
Sweat builds between us, skin growing slick where our bodies meet and separate and meet again. The room fills with the sounds of her soft moans, my heavier breathing, the subtle creak of the bed beneath us.
Her breasts sway with each thrust, pale and perfect in the dim light.
I lower my head to capture one rosy nipple in my mouth, circling it with my tongue before sucking gently.
The taste of her salty skin makes me groan against her.
She cries out, her back arching even more dramatically, inner muscles tightening around me in a way that nearly ends things too soon.
"You feel incredible," I tell her, voice strained with the effort of holding back. My hips maintain their steady pace, pushing deeper, retreating, then pushing in again. "So perfect around me, Nora. So fucking perfect."
Her hands move restlessly across my back, sliding over sweat-dampened skin, tracing the muscles working as I move within her. Her legs lock tighter around my waist, heels digging into the small of my back, changing the angle again to take me impossibly deeper.
I feel her getting close, her breathing changes from steady moans to shorter, sharper gasps. Her movements beneath me become more urgent, less coordinated, hips rising to meet each of my thrusts with growing desperation.
The flush on her chest deepens and spreads upward to her neck, her head thrashing slightly on the pillow.
Slipping a hand between our bodies, I find that sensitive bundle of nerves again. It's slick and swollen beneath my fingers, and when I circle it gently in time with my thrusts, her entire body jerks in response.
"Like that?" I ask, already knowing the answer from the way she's trembling beneath me.
"Yes," she pants, her eyes flying open to meet mine. They're dark with desire, pupils blown wide. "Devin, I'm going to—"
"Yes," I encourage, increasing the pressure of my fingers while maintaining the steady rhythm of my hips. "Let go. I've got you. I want to see you."
Her mouth opens in a silent cry as it begins. I can feel the precise moment, the way her body tenses beneath me, back arching sharply, thighs clamping around my hips.
Then she breaks beautifully, inner walls pulsing around my length in waves that seem to go on forever. Her face transforms with pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, head thrown back. Watching her come undone is the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed.
The rhythmic clenching of her body around mine, combined with the sight of her lost in ecstasy, demolishes the last of my control. My hips stutter, losing their careful rhythm as heat builds at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with each thrust.
"Nora," I groan, the pressure becoming unbearable. "I'm—"
My release hits like a tidal wave, intense and all-consuming. Her name is torn from my throat, rough and reverent, as I empty myself inside her.
The world narrows to just this—her body joined with mine, her arms holding me close, the shared pulse of our heartbeats as we both shudder through the aftershocks.
We lie tangled together, sweat cooling on our skin, hearts gradually slowing to normal. I'm careful not to crush her beneath my weight, but she clings when I try to move, making a soft noise of protest.
"Stay," she murmurs, eyes still closed. "Just a little longer."
So I do, propped on my elbows, watching her face in the soft lamplight. I brush a strand of hair from her forehead, marveling at how natural this feels, how right.
She curls into me, her head finding the hollow of my shoulder like it belongs there. Outside, the wind rustles through the maple trees, sending leaves skittering across her roof. The sound is soothing, a gentle reminder of the world beyond this room, this bed, this moment.
"Stay the night?" she asks quietly, her voice small but hopeful.
I press a kiss to her temple. "Wild horses couldn't drag me away."
She laughs softly, the sound vibrating against my chest. "That's another line from one of my books."
"Great minds," I murmur, feeling sleep tugging at the edges of my consciousness. "Or maybe you're just rubbing off on me."
"Mmm, that sounds promising." She presses a lazy kiss to my collarbone. "Round two in the morning?"
I chuckle, tightening my arm around her. "You're insatiable."
"You have no idea."