Chapter 43 #2
“It’s naughty of you to move your arm when I told you to keep it over your head.”
Her eyes widened. Oh shoot. “This was different! I moved it to scold you.”
“You were scolding me? Do you get to scold me?”
“I do when you’re losing your mind. I’m not giving you a name so you can go and do . . . whatever it is you want to do to Pete . . . oops.”
“Pete, huh? Can’t be too many Petes in that town. Or maybe I can just ask your brother.”
“He’s not going to tell you anything!”
The look he shot her told her that he knew that was bullshit.
Drat.
Of course Rohan would tell him! Rohan was almost as protective as Hayes. And he’d never liked any of the guys that she’d dated.
To be fair, they weren’t very nice guys. As she’d learned too late.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll find out and then I’ll do what needs to be done.” He leaned over her, his hands on the mattress on either side of her head.
“You can’t go after everyone that you think has wronged me,” she told him.
“No? Watch me.” Then he kissed her. And she forgot all about Pete and Ronny, the other guy she’d dated. They would never have matched up to his man, anyway.
No one could.
She hadn’t liked kissing before Hayes. But the way he took charge, pressing his lips to hers, before sliding his tongue into her mouth, it was magic.
She didn’t think it was possible to be this turned on by just a kiss. But by the time he drew back, she was attempting to thrust her hips up, to rub herself against him.
Friction. She needed friction. For him to touch her pussy, her clit.
Please, please, please.
Instead he started kissing down her neck. Not that that wasn’t nice.
It really, really was.
However, she needed more. Then his lips surrounded her nipple, sucking strongly.
Oh my God!
A cry of pleasure left her.
“My baby likes her nipple being sucked.” He tongued her nipple before sucking on it again and then he moved to her other nipple.
“I want to touch you,” she begged. “Please.”
“No.”
“Please!” she cried.
“Aww, poor baby.”
Hmm. He didn’t sound very sympathetic.
“I love hearing you beg.”
Yeah, that’s what she’d thought. The jerk.
But then he started kissing down her stomach, getting closer and closer to the place where she really wanted him.
And then he was there, his breath hovering over her pussy. She tensed. He wasn’t going to . . . to . . . was he?
“What’s wrong, baby?” he murmured. “You’ve gone all tense.”
“Are you going to . . . I mean, do you really want to . . .”
“Do I really want to what? Put my mouth on this delicious pussy? Yes, I do. Stick my fingers and tongue inside it? Taste you? Pleasure you? Fuck, yes, I do. Do I want fuck you? More than anything else in the world right now.”
Okay, then.
“I’ve never . . . I mean no one has ever . . .”
He groaned. “You’re kidding me?”
Uh-oh. Was that a turn-off? In the books she read all of the men liked knowing that they were going to be first. But perhaps it wasn’t that way in real life. Ronny hadn’t been all that understanding of her lack of experience. In fact, he’d called her a fumbling mess.
Not a good idea to think about that right now.
“Can see that I’ve lost you and that’s not acceptable.”
Before she could say anything, could apologize, his mouth was on her pussy and he was using his fingers to part her lower lips so he could tongue her clit.
That was it. She was done.
Her orgasm rushed through her, stealing her breath, her ability to make any noise. It was everything. Far better than anything she’d ever managed to give herself. And hell, Pete and Ronny hadn’t been interested in making sure that she came.
The bastards.
“Damn, baby,” Hayes murmured.
“S-sorry,” she said with a wince. Shit. She hadn’t meant to be so quick off the mark. “I didn’t mean to come that quick.”
“Why would you apologize for coming?” he asked.
“It was quick. I mean, you barely touched me.”
“Baby, that’s a compliment not a deterrent. Trust me. I fucking love that you just came so hard and fast. Now, let’s see how long it takes you to come again.”
“Again?” she squeaked out.
“Again.”
And then his mouth returned to her pussy, his tongue playing with her clit until another orgasm rushed through after probably three minutes of waiting. The next release involved his tongue and his fingers thrusting in and out of her.
The fourth one caught them both by surprise.
By the time he moved his mouth away from her pussy, she was exhausted, breathing hard, a light sheen of sweat coating her skin, and she was almost too sensitive.
“Damn, baby,” he said with admiration. “You are fucking amazing.”
“I . . . I am?” She smiled up at him dreamily. “Because I’m pretty sure that you’re the amazing one. That was . . . stupendous.”
“Stupendous, huh? Going to be hard to top stupendous.” He licked his lips. “Damn, I want to do that to you all night, every night. You taste delicious.”
Dear Lord.
Was he trying to kill her? She knew she’d gone red again. Surely, she didn’t really taste delicious. Right?
“Are you . . . are you going to . . . maybe I could touch you now?”
She’d been a very good girl and hadn’t moved her hand at all. Of course, she thought she’d proved it would be pretty difficult to edge her.
Although maybe now that he’d taken the edge off . . . she was hoping that wouldn’t happen every time he put his tongue on her clit.
“You look tired.” His gaze studied her tenderly.
That look on his face was something she’d never thought she’d see directed at her. And she lapped it up.
But she didn’t have time to really enjoy it, because she didn’t want him stopping and she figured that was what he was going to say next.
“I’m not. I’m really not. I need you inside me. Please.”
He eyed her skeptically.
“Please. Don’t stop now. I need to know what it’s like with someone who cares about me.”
“All right, baby. You can touch me now. But don’t hurt yourself. Understand?”
“Yes. Yes. Please.” She ran her good hand over his shoulder and down his chest. She played with his nipple before running it lower.
He was so powerful. It amazed her how much thicker and stronger he was than her.
Sliding down the bed, she wrapped her hand around his shaft. She stroked him carefully, not wanting to hurt him. Then he shifted his weight to reach down and place his hand around hers.
“Move it faster, baby. Squeeze harder.”
She followed his directions religiously. All she wanted was to make him feel as good as he made her feel.
“Am I doing it right?” she asked.
“Baby, I don’t know how you could possibly do any better than this.”
Satisfaction filled her as he slid free of her hold and reached over to grab a condom out of his bedside drawer.
“You have condoms in your drawer?” That seemed odd. He’d told her that she was the only woman in his life since May died.
“Yeah,” he said gruffly. “Donovan gave them to me when we got home, the asshole. But they are going to come in handy.”
She couldn’t believe that Donovan had given him condoms.
But thank God he had. Because she hadn’t even thought of protection.
“I’m not on the pill,” she told him.
“It’s okay, baby.”
“I could be, though. I mean, if you wanted me to be.”
He kneeled, staring down at her as he rolled the condom onto his cock.
“I know I like to be in control, but that isn’t something that is my decision.
Or not fully my decision. That is something you need to decide and then if you want to go on birth control, we can do some research into what is safest. All right?
But we won’t do anything that puts you at risk.
If I have to wear condoms for the rest of my life, that’s what I will do. ”
“Unless we have children, right?” she asked.
“Do you want children, baby?”
“Maybe,” she said quietly. “Would that be something you’d want?”
“I hadn’t thought about it. May never wanted children and I was fine with that. But . . . I could see myself having a baby girl that looked like you. No, wait, actually, I don’t want a girl.”
“You don’t?” she asked.
“No, I’d end up in jail for murdering any bastard that touched her. Boys, you’ll give me boys,” he commanded arrogantly.
She saluted him. “Aye, aye, Captain.”
“Brat,” he muttered as he moved between her legs, the head of his shaft nudging at her entrance. “Deep breath in, baby. Relax. That’s it. Fuck me. You feel so damn good.”
She felt good? He felt amazing. He was thick and firm as he pushed his way inside her.
More. She wanted more.
He paused when he was fully inside her to kiss her and she slid her legs around his hips.
“Hold on. This could be fast. It’s been a while and you feel fucking amazing.”
“Well, I don’t think you can be as quick as me,” she told him with a grin.
And then all she could do was attempt to hold on as he fucked her. She arched up, trying to take him deeper, her breathing growing faster.
“Can you come again, Devi?” he asked her. “Can you come around my dick?”
“I don’t know!” she cried. It was too much and yet at the same time, not enough.
“Reach down and touch yourself,” he commanded.
What?
No! She couldn’t do that, could she?
He paused. “I’m not moving again until you do.”
“You are so mean.”
“It’s mean to make you touch yourself?”
“Yes . . . I just . . . I’ve never done that in front of someone.”
“I’m not just someone. I’m the man you’re going to marry.”
“I’m going to marry you?”
“I’m an old-fashioned guy, baby. We’re not having babies without getting married first. We’ll make sure you’re safe. We’ll get married, then we’ll have babies and grow old together.”
That sounded like heaven.
Devi reached down to touch her clit. And fell into a different sort of heaven as she brought herself to her fifth orgasm of the night. And that seemed to set him off as he buried himself deep inside her and groaned as he came.
Yes. Absolute heaven.