On the Plus Side (25 page)

Making her feel good made me feel wonderful. When I made it to her pretty pink and black panties I peeled them off slowly. She panicked a little and tried to stop me, but I calmed her and began kissing her inner thigh. Her legs began to shake a little and I smiled to myself.

Her scent invaded my senses. The desire to taste her was extreme. I didn’t want to scare her, so I moved extra slow. I softly blew on her sensitive spot to prepare her for what was coming next. She moaned and the sound was rough and husky.

I wrapped one arm around the outside of her hip in hopes of holding her still and then I very deliberately ran my available fingers up and down the inside of her moist lips. Her breath stopped. I used two fingers to hold her open and then slowly ran my tongue over her.

Her hips came off the bed. I wrapped my other arm around her hip and then buried my face between her legs. My mouth filled with her sweetness and my salivary glands began to pour.

I sucked and licked until I felt her body become tense. She was whining and panting. I kept going, flicking my tongue over her soft, pink hot spot faster and faster.

“Devin, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” she said in between deep breaths.

Oh yes, please. I couldn’t talk, but I heard myself growl with pleasure.

I kept going until finally she lifted her hips and had a very loud orgasm. She screamed my name over and over again as I licked at her new, tangy juices. She tasted so sweet. I held her hips as still as possible and didn’t stop licking until I felt her entire body shaking.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Now that I had tasted her, I had to feel her wrapped around me. I wasted no time as I easily climbed on top of her. Her eyes were glazed over and her face and body were glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She looked me in the eye as I lifted her leg and slowly entered her.

This time I fit perfectly. I started to slowly thrust my hips. She felt so amazing and warm. I kept it slow and easy. No matter how bad I wanted to slam myself into her over and over again as fast as possible, I knew I had to remain calm so that I didn’t hurt her.

Apparently, she had other ideas.

“Harder,” she panted.

I lifted her leg higher and began to thrust my hips harder. Harder felt so fucking good. I still kept it at a slow pace. The build-up was incredible.

She was starting to squirm and whimper. She was getting close again.

“Faster, Devin, please, I can’t take it.” She lifted her other leg and wrapped both around my waist.

It wasn’t long until I was pumping myself in and out—hard and fast. I could feel the sweat trickle down my face and back. She leaned up and started to kiss me, making my entire body ache while she moaned into my mouth. I kept going, but I just couldn’t get deep enough. I wrapped my arms under her arms and around her shoulders and then started to move faster. My face was buried in her neck and I could feel her rapid pulse against my mouth.

“Yes! Don’t stop. Please, baby, don’t stop!” she was getting louder.

The room was filled with Lilly’s cries of delight, my hard breathing, and the wonderful smacking sound of our bodies coming together.

I felt her body tighten around me and soon she was calling out my name in ecstasy. I could feel the moisture building up between the two of us as she trembled and that’s all it took. I buried my face deeper in the side of her neck when I felt my orgasm take me.

I’ve never been a noise maker during sex, usually just hard breathing and an occasional growl when I cum. The noises and words that came from my mouth when I spilled myself inside of her were against my will.

It was the best orgasm of my entire life. I stayed inside of her until I could feel myself going limp. I could barely hold myself up I was so weak, so I rolled over to keep my weight off of her. Like a cat she snuggled up next to me and I wrapped my arm around her. I heard her breathing even out. As sleep took me away, I could think only one thing… I want this forever.

Twenty-Four

Blast from the Past

When I woke up Devin wasn’t in my bed. I reached out for him and felt nothing but his pillow. Then I heard the shower water running and smiled to myself as I rolled onto my back and snuggled deeper into my bed.

I was feeling much better, it wouldn’t be long until I could get back to work and things could return to normal. I climbed out of bed slowly, threw on some clothes, and went out to the kitchen. I put together a little bit of breakfast and then sat down and waited for Devin to finish his shower.

He looked so sexy when he came into the kitchen.  His hair was slicked back and wet, and he smelled like fresh soap and shampoo.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed, babe.” He leaned in and gave me a sweet little pop kiss. “I was gonna cook you breakfast after I took a shower. I was hoping to keep you stuck in that bed for the next few days,” he said with a wink.

“I’m fine. I’ll take a shower. After that you can keep me in bed for as long as you’d like,” I smirked at him from across the small kitchen table.

“Do I
really
have to listen to all this mush?” Shannon said as she came into the kitchen.

Her red hair was piled on top of her head. She rubbed her eyes and yawned loudly.

I spent the entire day in bed. Devin stayed with me and we watched old movies and snuggled. Later that night he went and got some take-out for dinner. We ate in bed and shared our food. I fell asleep in his arms two hours later.

It was so nice just to be with him. While the sex was spectacular, it wasn’t needed. We loved being together, just laughing and talking.

The next morning I woke up before Devin, and like a psycho girlfriend I laid there and watched him sleep. It was still so surreal that I was in love with such a gorgeous man and he loved me in return.

I can remember just a few months ago sitting at Mirabelle’s with mom and wishing for this kind of relationship, and here I was, lying next to the man of my dreams.

I ran my fingers over the dips and curves of his muscled chest. I traced the outline of every tattoo my eyes could see. There were two matching stars on either side of his pelvis that peeked out of the drawstring waist on his sleep pants. The stars were designed to look as if they were crumbling and were perfectly nestled in the ripple of his lower abdominal muscles.

I left the star tats and made my way through the dark hair that surrounded his adorable navel. I watched as my fingers went up and down when I worked them across his abs muscles. The words “
All wounds become wisdom”
were inked diagonally down the side of his ribs in cursive.

I placed a soft kiss across the Japanese symbol on the right side of his chest and paid extra attention to the jagged knife that was tatted over his heart. It was magnificently detailed to look as if he’d been stabbed in the heart. Little drips of blood escaped the sides of the blade in red ink. It was the only color on his body and it stuck out.

I covered it with my hand. I didn’t want to think of Devin being stabbed in the heart. I didn’t want him to ever hurt. Only a man who was hurt deeply could be so shut off. Strangely, I understood his reasons even though I didn’t know them and I felt honored that he had allowed me a tiny glimpse into his world.

I laid my head against his shoulder and took in the detail of the tattoo that covered the entire top of his arm. At a glance it looked like tangled, jagged vines, but looking at it closer, I could see there were words twisted into the vines. Fear…pain…sorrow…regret….hate. Each knotted word stabbed at my heart.

I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek.

“Stay,” he whispered in his sleep. “Please, Lilly. Stay.”

His peaceful sleep had turned into a nightmare. I could see the sweat beginning to collect on his forehead. His entire body seemed to tense up before my eyes. I snuggled closer to him and ran my fingers through his hair.

“You’re having a nightmare, sweetie. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here,” I said to try and calm him.

“Mom, please don’t leave me—Lilly, no!” He jumped up in a panic, his eyes wide in fear.

I sat back and let him have a moment. His panic-stricken eyes took me in until finally he reached out and pulled me back to him.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What time is it?” He looked away and searched for a place to put his eyes so that they weren’t on me.

“It’s early still. Did you have a nightmare?”

“Yeah, it’s no big deal.” He shrugged and started to fidget.

“About your mom…and me?” I tentatively asked.

His eyes shot to mine and there was a brief flash of panic in his glazed over green eyes. Just as quickly, his smiling laid back persona slipped into place.

So, what are we doing today, gorgeous?” He asked with a smirk.

He had completely ignored my question. We had never talked about his mother. I’d always sensed that it was a sore subject, but I gathered from my conversations with Jenny that his mom had left them when they were young.

“Devin,” I reached out and laid my hand over his arm. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to talk about it.
Wanna have another movie in bed day?” He nuzzled my check.

“That’s not what I was talking about, sweetie.” He tensed up next to me. “I meant do you want to talk about the nightmare and your mom?”

His sweet and smiling face went dark.

“Just drop it, please.”

He climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom.  I heard the shower water turn on and I knew I had pushed the wrong button. I felt awful.

I followed him into the bathroom and stood in the door way. He stuck a hand into the shower water to check the temperature then he noticed me standing there.

“Come for the show?” He asked as he slowly started to untie his drawstring pants.

“Are you
gonna give me a show?” I flirted back.

“Come here.” His voice was stern and demanding.

I walked to him then leaned up to kiss his soft lips. The kiss started out soft and sweet, but soon Devin took over and our tongues were fighting for ground.

He backed me up until I felt the bathroom counter meet the back of my thighs. He stopped kissing me and quickly turned me to face the bathroom mirror. I watched our reflection as he very slowly kissed the side of my neck then bit down on my earlobe. His eyes never left mine in the mirror. It was so sexy.

He worked his hands around the bottom of my t-shirt, then lifted it and took it off of me. I was standing there in my panties in front of him and I couldn’t bring myself to look at my naked reflection. I knew once I saw myself my mood would turn sour.

I turned my eyes away. I could only imagine how my pale, chunky body looked next to his firm, tan one.

“Don’t look away,” he said roughly in my ear.

I flicked my eyes back to his and held them there. As long as I looked into his eyes, I was fine. I just didn’t want to see myself.

He ran his hands up my sides and brought them around to my stomach.

“Watch my hands,” he rasped.

“No,” I whispered.

I felt my expression drop. Looking at his hands meant looking at my stomach.

“Do you have a problem looking at yourself?” His breath blew into my ear as he nibbled softly on the lobe.

It felt so good and I let my eyes flutter closed.

“Open your eyes and look at yourself.” His voice was rough.

My eyes popped back open and took us in. Like I had expected
, his body looked darker and firmer compared to mine.

“I love looking at your body. It’s so sexy and succulent.” He ran his nose down my hairline and breathed me in. “I love kissing and tasting you here.” He brought both his hands up and cupped my breasts. Then he slowly worked his hands back down my body until he was at my panty line. He dipped a finger inside my panties and ran it across my pleasure point. “And I especially love kissing and tasting you here.”

My legs wobbled and a tiny noise escaped my lips.

“Did I mention that you taste amazing?” His tongue peeked out and licked quickly at the side of my neck.

He moved his finger again, barely grazing me on my most sensitive spot. My body begged for him to put pressure there and to move his fingers lower and deeper.

“I bet you want to be touched here,” he pressed. “I bet you
wanna cum. Don’t you?”

“Yes.” My voice sounded deep and seductive. It surprised me when I heard it.

He slowly started to push my panties down. Once they were at my ankles I stepped out of them. He ran his hands down my arms until they were cupping my hands. He intertwined our fingers as his kisses moved to the back of my neck. Then, very unexpectedly, he brought my hands up and placed them against my chest. Using his hands, he gently massaged my breasts with my own hands.

My skin rippled as he pressed my hands against my body and slowly worked them down over my stomach.  They went further down, until he was pressing my finger into my moisture. My body was tense as I leaned my back against him.