A Lover's Lament(2)

“Katie.” My name may be just one word falling from his lips, but it’s the way he says it, like it’s a prayer that he just realized was answered. Devin closes his eyes as though he’s fighting his own emotions, and when he opens them, they’re glistening with an intense amount of desire, excitement, adoration and love. But the one thing that’s shining through the most is happiness.

“Let me show you that I want this just as much—if not more—than you do,” I whisper. Popping the button on his jeans, I slowly unzip them. My fingers skim along his waist before dipping into his jeans, where I find him thick and heavy. I wrap my fingers around him and Devin sucks in a ragged breath. I watch his eyes flit between my hand and my face as though they can’t decide where to land. “You’re more than my best friend—you’re it for me, Dev. You’re my soul mate. You hold my heart in your hands.”

Strong words, I know, but they don’t come close to scratching the surface of what I feel for him—of the bond we share.

In the blink of an eye, my hand is ripped from his pants and my body is flipped through the air until I’m flat on my back. Damn that was hot.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I blow a chunk of hair out of my face in time to see Devin’s pants and boxers fall at his feet. Without breaking eye contact, he crawls his way up the bed. My hips lift instinctively when his hands grip my skirt, allowing him to pull it, along with my panties, down my legs. He tosses them aside without a second glance and his mouth finds mine, hot and fast.

Our tongues duel, battling for control, and right about the time I’m preparing to surrender, he pulls back, scattering kisses across my jaw. “This is happening,” he murmurs. “You and me, Katie.” My eyes drift shut when his mouth trails down my neck, across my collarbone, and to one breast and then the other. “You’re so beautiful. You’re an angel—my angel.” Looking down, I watch him cup one breast in his hand while his mouth attacks the other.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Katie. No idea how you make me feel.”

Threading my fingers into his thick black hair, I hold him to me as his lips continue their torturous path down my body. He’s moving slow—too slow—and I fight the urge to just shove him where I need him. It’s no longer a want … I need this man. “I think I have an idea.” My breath catches on the last syllable when his mouth descends on my clit.

Finally!

My body is on fire, strung as tight as it can go. I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I’m so worked up I can hardly stand it. Each caress of his tongue is electric, sending thousands of volts of lightning straight through my body. Pressure builds low in my belly and I know I won’t last long. “Can’t,” I pant. “I can’t take anymore.”

My words only spur him on. Devin’s mouth is relentless, the pad of his tongue even more so. I moan, dropping my head back to the bed before deciding that the view of his ceiling isn’t near as exciting. Propping myself back up on an elbow, I watch Devin with hooded eyes. His broad shoulders are pressed against my thighs, his head buried, and when he glances up, his emerald eyes devour me at nearly the same intensity his mouth does. His gaze is unyielding, it’s yearning, and I beg him to give me a reprieve. “Please. Oh, god.”

Determination flashes in his eyes right before I squeeze mine shut. My body is at its breaking point, and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to last. When the first waves of pleasure crash into me, I tighten my grip on his hair, a deep moan falling from my mouth. He continues to suck and tease, pushing my body further than it’s ever gone, and he doesn’t stop until he’s robbed my body of all of its bones. I’m nothing more than a big pile of Jell-O, sated to the point of immobility.My heart pounds in my chest, and I fight to open my eyes as Devin removes himself from between my legs. Sitting back on his haunches, he reaches for his jeans and grabs something out of his pocket.

“May I?” he asks, his eyes hopeful.

Cupping his cheek in my hand, I push up until our lips are molded together. I can taste myself on his lips and it’s surprisingly erotic. “I’ve already given myself to you, Devin, you just didn’t know it. This … this wraps it all up in a nice little bow.”

He nips at my lower lip. “I like bows.” He smiles, kissing me once … twice … and a third time before pulling back. With a quick motion, he tears open a wrapper, and without breaking eye contact, he slowly unrolls the condom over his erection, which is bobbing heavily between his legs.

My tongue darts out, sliding across my lips, parting them as Devin’s mouth fuses to mine. This kiss is sweet, slow and incredibly sensual. It’s not the kiss of two young lovers; it’s the kiss of two soul mates exploring each other for the very first time. We kiss until my lips are numb and my body is thrumming with so much energy that I think I might go insane.

Pulling his mouth from mine, Devin props himself up on his forearms, my head cradled in his hands, his cock nestled between my legs. If he doesn’t do this soon, I just might scream. “I love you, Katie.”

His words wrap themselves around my heart, which suddenly feels too large for my chest, and I fight the pressure building behind my eyes. “I love you more.”

“Impossible.” He smiles, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’ll be gentle, baby, I promise.” I nod and Devin slips his hand between our bodies, aligning himself at my entrance. “If it’s too much or it hurts, tell me, okay?”