Chapter 31
Alyssa had seen him naked below the waist before, when they’d dated.
She’d seen him excited, she’d touched him – even if she’d been shy and inexperienced then.
But he was a full-blown, hot-blooded, raging-with-desire man now, and she was a woman who knew what to do.
Though as his towel fell to the bed, exposing his fully erect manhood, the sight was even more impressive than her Devan dreams had prepared her for.
She reached out to touch his lower stomach, letting her fingers slip downwards, watching him twitch to be held by her.
Her hand encircled his penis, moving up and down with a gentle but sure tease, his hips rocking towards her, his eyes closing in pleasure.
Watching how much he wanted her, how desperate he looked for her touch, made her own pleasure swell.
He put a hand on top of hers, urging her to slow down.
‘I want this to last,’ he said, his voice hoarse, his eyes flickering open to drink her in again.
She shrugged. ‘I have all day.’
His knees buckled and he fell backwards onto the bed, pulling him with her.
They laughed at the messy way they landed, kicking away the towels, making space on the bed to lie back and enjoy each other.
‘What do you want from Very Bad Devan?’ he asked, before blinking a few times, his eyes still lustfully gorgeous behind his thick-framed glasses. ‘Sorry. Too pornstar-ish?’
She laughed again, loving that they could be hotly intimate and still make light-hearted fun. ‘Not pornstar-ish enough.’
‘Then show me where you want me.’
‘Everywhere,’ she concluded. ‘One room at a time, and there should definitely be a shower involved, at some point.’ She winked at him, enjoying the way his mouth opened slightly, as though imagining it and liking what sprung to mind.
‘But before a hot shower, we ought to get dirty.’ She reached over and grabbed the jar of chocolate spread, handing it to him, before lying back on the bed. ‘Do your worst.’
‘On my white sheets?’ He eyed the jar and began slowly opening it, getting back up onto his knees and taking up a position between her legs. ‘You are asking for bad. It’s a good job I use a reputable brand of washing detergent.’
She put a finger over her lips to indicate an end to the clean talk.
Her nipples were on fire for him by the time he’d smeared them with a thin layer of chocolate, taking his sweet time and watching her squirm in anticipation.
He lowered his head towards them, holding eye contact in the most erotic way, his lips parting.
She heard herself gasp with joy as his tongue reached one, teasing the tip and tracing slow circles that made her mind spin.
She grabbed his hair and pulled him down insistently, her body writhing as his mouth began to suck.
Was a nipple orgasm a thing? He was making it a thing.
‘Dare I say, you taste better than a pain au choc,’ he teased.
‘You may dare,’ she breathed back, encouraging his hand towards the soft spot between her legs that was now violently pulsing for him.
‘I can do better than that.’ He reached for the chocolate spread. ‘If you like?’
‘I like,’ she heard herself squeak.
Like turned out to be an understatement, as he swept a sliver of chocolate between her legs and moved in swiftly to lick it off.
‘More,’ she managed to say, as he made to move his head away. ‘So much more of that.’
‘This is reminding me of my Alyssa hot dreams.’
She was a big fan of his dreams already.
She rocked her pelvis into him, gasping through every moment of deep, delicious pleasure.
His hands grasped her hips, pulling her into him, her groans becoming uncontrollable.
Together, they moved faster, her hands in his hair, guiding him, clutching him, wanting his tongue to be firmer, deeper, badder.
And soon the waves of sheer bliss were unstoppable.
Rippling through her again and again, flooding her, washing over her, filling her up.
And then his fingers eased gently inside her, moving further than his tongue could reach. Yes, there. Oh God, she was his.
The world went white as she made her final thrust towards him, desperate to feel him against her and inside her in every way. The throb became an undulating thrill, and she was on top of every world as pleasure buzzed and the whiteness turned to a kaleidoscope. Just like in her dreams.
As her orgasm came to a shuddering end, Devan gently released her, coming to lie beside her, to hold her. Noticing her shiver as her body cooled down, he pulled up a stretch of duvet, even with the threat of more chocolate spread to wash off.
‘Are we dirty enough for that shower?’ he whispered into her ear as they lay together, his arm around her, smoothing her now-damp hair.
‘Not even close,’ she whispered back, leaning to pull her handbag from the floor and searching for the condoms she knew were inside.
‘Cherry flavour,’ he read, as she placed it next to him.
‘You’re not the only one who wants a taste sensation,’ she chuckled. ‘Or maybe I’ll taste you before I put one on, if you’re game?’
‘Sounds like my kind of game,’ he confirmed, as she moved down his body, tongue first, to return his gift.
Like her, it didn’t take him long to come, as though they’d waited for each other for far too long already.
Hearing him gasp her name and become devoured by desire for her, his body contorting, defenceless to her touch, made her own yearning rise again.
She slid up next to him, wanting to luxuriate in the aftermath of his climax, to hear his ragged breath, to feel the pounding of his heart.
His heart. It didn’t feel like long ago that she would have denied love was a thing.
She would have insisted a heart was only there to keep you alive.
But the more time she spent with Devan, the more she knew hers was beating for something way beyond survival.
His might be pounding from physical exertion right then, but she sensed, like hers, that it was filling with something else too.
All of her adult life, she’d had boyfriends – for convenience, or company, or for someone to be seen with.
There had always been bedroom action. But she hadn’t even had full sex with Devan yet, and already her heart was turning to …
mush? Her legs were wobbly, her soul was like jelly, her insides felt warm and wanted.
And that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Yet for once, she didn’t want to run – at least not in that moment. She wanted to feel all of it. Right there. With him.
So she listened to her tumbling emotions and the thing that was beating for him in her ribcage and right through her body, and pulled open a condom wrapper.
And with Devan’s nod of approval, she teased him awake and slid it onto him.
She wasn’t ready to admit what she was starting to wonder about love, but if he could make love to her with his mouth like that, she was willing to evaluate what else he was capable of.
She straddled one leg over him and hovered for a moment, his firmness tantalisingly close.
They took a few beats to look at each other, eyes locked, as though savouring this one last instant before everything changed.
Then his eyes moved down her, taking in her small but firm breasts, the dip of her navel, the slight swell of her satiated belly.
But there was at least one part of her that was ready for more.
As his hands moved to her hips, she slipped herself down onto him, relishing each glorious second as he eased into place.
‘Oh thiiiiissss,’ she yelped, as the last incredible inch pushed into her, more deeply than she’d ever felt a man before him. Her dreams had not done him justice. Had he been working out his penis muscles too? She mentally changed his name from Devan to Heaven.
As he thrusted his hips so he was even further inside her – if that was humanly possible – she decided this was going to be one life-altering day. And they hadn’t needed a love app to plan it.
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Dear Sandi and Andi
Apologies for not getting back to you sooner in response to your love coaching enquiry. Let’s set up a call! I’d be thrilled to help you.
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Let me check with Devan about the exclusive on my past in Hartglove, but YES – I think we can sort something.
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@agent_rufusdiamond – Sorry I couldn’t make it to your latest task. I had something stuck in my U-bend. All sorted now. Right mess, it was.