Page 24 of Devotion

“Because it’s like I’m unwrapping a present every time I get to strip you bare, Sunny.”

“Maybe I would like to unwrap something once in a while. Ever think of that? Where’s my present?”

“I’ve got your present right here.”

Her pussy was slick as she rubbed against me, my crown brushing her clit and making her suck in sharp little breaths each time.

“So responsive to me, aren’t you? Your body knows what it wants.”

My palms skated over her back and down until I cupped her perfect arse.

“Quit teasing me,” she protested when I kept her from seating herself on me fully.

“But it’s so much fun. Besides, I thought you loved to play just the tip.”

“Alek,” she whined.

“Say please, Kærasta.”

“Please.”

Unable to deny her anything, I feathered kisses over her mouth as I positioned her above my aching cock. She was so wet already it was no hardship sliding in her welcoming heat. My mate was made to take me. Was it a tight fit? Always. But we’d been together so many times now, it was like coming home every single time we joined.

“Fuck, Alek.”

“You like that, Sunny? The way I fill you?”

“You know I do,” she moaned, the globes of her arse flexing under my palms as she lifted up. She rolled her hips forward as she came back down, a soft cry leaving her once she’d taken me to the hilt. Almost instantly, she was lifting again, attempting to set a pace that would have us both falling over the edge far too soon. She’d promised me the night, and I intended to make the most of it.

I stopped her, holding her still and staring into her eyes with a plea on my lips for her to let me make this last longer.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like how it feels?” she asked, holding my face between gentle hands as she pressed her forehead to mine.

“Too much,” I assured her. “I want to draw our joining out as long as possible. You keep that up, I’ll be spilling myself inside you in minutes.”

She faked a gasp. “What happened to that famous Nordson stamina?”

“Oh, you’re going to regret that,” I said with a grin, flipping us over so that she was on her back on the mattress and I was kneeling between her thighs. “You want stamina, Kærasta? I’ll give you fucking stamina.”

“Fuckingstamina?” she teased.

“Is there any other kind?”

She giggled, but all laughter stopped as I slowly sank inside her, and soon the only sounds she was making were hitched gasps and pleasure-filled cries. I could die a happy man with Sunday’s moans in my ears.

Positioned as we were, every slow thrust ensured maximum stimulation of all her favorite spots, and I took full advantage of it.

“Alek,” she cried, nails digging into my skin as she quaked beneath me. “Oh God.”

“That’s one,” I whispered against her lips, loving the way she spasmed around me. “Ready for another?”

“Jesus,” she panted as I continued to thrust through her orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible. “We’re going to ruin the sheets.”

“That’s the plan.”

An answering rush of wetness made my balls draw up tight in anticipation of my own climax, but I deliberately slowed my pace in an attempt to stall the inevitable.

“There’s two,” I murmured through clenched teeth when I rocked up into her and she clamped down like a vise.

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