Live For Me (Blurred Lines #2)(43)
Author: Erin McCarthy

But when my hips starting to roll against him, questing, as I felt his erection pressing into my thigh, he suddenly flipped me onto my back.

“What?” I asked in question.

“I don’t have the condom on yet,” he said, taking my nipple into his mouth and suckling it. “Too dangerous in that position.”

“Oh.” I hadn’t even thought about that. When he moved between my thighs, I spread my legs instinctively. For a second I tensed, anticipating him entering me, but he just continued to lick and suck my breast and nipple, while I heard the rustling of the condom wrapper.

“Relax,” he murmured, taking his tongue down my stomach, teasing it into my belly button. “We’re not there yet.”

In a way, I just wanted to get it over with. To kill the fear, the suspense that maybe it would hurt, maybe I would hate it, maybe he would be disappointed.

But I slowly forgot to think about it as he explored my body with his hands, his mouth, his hair tickling my chest, his fingers teasing inside me briefly before disappearing again. He seemed to be in no hurry, and had no particular plan in mind. He just stroked and sucked and kissed and touched until my nails were digging into his shoulders and I panted from need. My head fell to the side as he sucked on my swollen clit, a soft groan escaping my mouth.

He pulled me apart, blew on me, then worked me with his tongue until the heels of my feet were digging into the bed and my hips were bucking.

That’s when he stopped.

Right before I could orgasm. The sudden shift had me crying out in dismay.

But then I realized why. He moved up, between my legs, his erection nudging against me. He used one hand to hold himself up, the other to keep me wet. He pushed inside, just a little and I squirmed on the bed, partly from the odd sensation and discomfort, partly from the physical need for more. For completion. He gave a few strokes, in, out, just the tip of his c**k in me, his eyes locked on mine.

Then he pulled out completely and I was surprised that I missed the odd fullness, that small invasion.

“Devin…” I didn’t understand what he was doing. He was back at me with his tongue, massaging my folds with his fingers, tongue pushing deep inside me. “Oh, my God.” I bit my bottom lip as pleasure sent shivers all over my body.

When my hips started to rock onto him and my moans grew louder, Devin again abandoned me.

I squeezed his arm in total frustration. He kept taking me right to the edge.

But this time when he pressed against me, I welcomed it. I wanted that pressure, that hot push of his cock. He went slightly deeper this time, stroking in and out while his finger teased me apart, allowing me to accommodate him further. I thought he was going to take me then, all the way, but he didn’t. He pulled out completely and this time, I tried to keep him there, feeling frantic. I wanted him deep inside me.

My hips followed him, but he still pulled out entirely. “That’s not fair,” I told him, grabbing his rock solid ass and trying to move him back into place. He was way stronger than me though and didn’t even budge.

His eyes were dark, hair falling over them. “What isn’t fair, love?” His voice was gruff.

I shook my head. I didn’t know how to articulate my feelings. I wasn’t even sure what was happening, exactly. I just knew that I couldn’t hold any thoughts in my head and my thighs were trembling and my voice was hoarse from moaning. So he went back to what had clearly been his original plan. He dropped his mouth down onto my clit for the third time, his beard tickling along my vagina. All my nerve endings seemed to have been amplified and I felt like I might shatter into a thousand pieces if he didn’t do something soon.

Needing an orgasm, I tried to quiet my moans, tried to stop my hips from rocking so he wouldn’t recognize how close I was and I could come before he could pull away. But Devin knew what he was doing and just when I thought I would be allowed to explode, he removed his mouth and gave me a sly smile. “Nice try.”

This time when he moved between my legs, I welcomed him. I lifted my hips for him, I wrapped my legs around his ankles. I gripped his ass and encouraged him to move closer to me. He didn’t start out as he had before, teasing and slow. This time, he just plunged into me and I caught my breath in shock at the sudden fullness of penetration. But it wasn’t painful. It was what I had been wanting, waiting for, and as he stroked in and out, his breath hot and frantic, my inner muscles contracted and I exploded in a tight, intense orgasm.

I clung to him, shocked, unable to breathe or make a single sound as ecstasy washed over me. He looked as shocked as I felt.

“Holy shit,” was his opinion, his thrusts increasing in speed, his eyes drifting briefly shut.

The room was starting to spin behind him and I realized I was clenching my vagina onto his c**k in an instinctive response to the pleasure.

“Breathe, Tiff,” he told me in a harsh command.

I hadn’t even really realized I wasn’t and I let out a huge whoosh of air and dragged another back in, my body falling slack against the mattress. “Devin…”

He gave a tight groan and his rhythm changed, his eyes clamping shut. When they reopened a minute later, I asked, “Did you?”

I didn’t know what a man’s orgasm felt like. It seemed like he had, but I wasn’t sure.

“Fuck yes,” he said.

He rested his forehead on mine for a second and I felt his hot skin, heard his ragged breathing. Inside me, there were aftershocks, though he didn’t feel as big. Devin kissed me then pulled back and collapsed on the bed beside me. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Did it hurt?”

I nodded, suddenly feeling like I was going to cry. It felt like something hugely monumental had just happened to me. This was real. We were real.

“Is that yes, you’re okay, or yes, it hurt? Or yes to both?”

“I’m okay. It didn’t really hurt.” There was a throbbing now, an awareness of my vagina I wasn’t used to, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. My body felt satisfied, still tingly. “I came,” I added, though I realized immediately he knew that.

He studied me, searchingly, up on his elbow. “I’m really glad you did. Kiss me.”

I did but it was a quick kiss. I felt too overwhelmed. Tears were silently rolling down my cheeks.

Devin wiped them. “Hey,” he said softly. “You can tell if it hurt or if you didn’t like it. You be honest with me, remember?”

“And you lie to me?” I sniffed. I wasn’t sure why I was crying. I just knew that everything had changed, that I had allowed that wall in front of my heart to come crashing down. It felt amazing and wonderful to be with Devin, but so powerful it was like I couldn’t contain it inside me. It burst forth in unexplainable tears and words that sounded distrustful.