Page 45 of Devotion

“I… don’t know. I’m not sure I’m important enough for someone to…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t have to. I stretch my arm out to touch his jaw very lightly. “You’re important tome.”

He makes a weird sound in his throat and closes his eyes.

I wonder if I said too much. Made things too earnest and emotionally vulnerable. He’s not a man who opens up easily or often.

When his body relaxes again, I decide it’s fine. He wants the topic to be over, but he’s not withdrawing or shutting me out. He’s supposed to be enjoying the massage. Not being pulled out of his comfort zone by my questions and confessions. So I stay quiet as I work on his feet, pleased when his thick exhales start turning into soft groans.

I ask him to turn over after a few minutes, and I’m happy to see he’s more than halfway aroused already. The intense conversation clearly didn’t get in the way of his physical responses.

Slowly I work my way up his body. His eyes have opened now, and he’s watching me, his focus shifting between my face and my loose breasts. He’s fully aroused when I reach his groin, his erection tenting the soft fabric of his sleep shorts.

My eyes meet his as I change positions, shifting my folded legs so I can lean over and reach his cock perpendicular to his body. I’m still upright when he lifts one of his hands to touch my left breast.

I suck in a sharp gasp.

“Is this okay?” he asks hoarsely, moving his hand so he can rub gentle circles on my tightening nipple with his thumb.

“Of course. You can touch me anytime you’d like.”

His hand moves to caress my other breast, and it feels so good—and so surprising—that sensation slices down directly from my breasts to my pussy.

After a minute he slides his big hand up the line of my neck until he’s cupping my face. He stares at me for a minute, then holds my head in both his hands and guides it down toward his hard cock.

I take him in my mouth, using the same speed and rhythm he wanted yesterday. He really gets into it, breathing loud and rough. He’s mumbling out compliments about how good I’m doing and how hot and tight my mouth is, and he’s directing the motion of my head with strong, needy hands.

I’m just as into it as he is. I’m so turned on I can’t stop whimpering wetly around the thick substance of him in my mouth. I’m even rocking my hips slightly, leaning over so far that my bottom is slightly higher than the rest of me.

We manage to make it last a long time, although it takes restraint from both of us to hold back. Then finally he grips my hair hard in both fists and falls into a series of fast, jerky thrusts from below just before he comes.

I swallow down his ejaculate and stroke his belly as I take him through the final lingering spasms of his release. I like how his abdomen feels. He’s mostly flat there but not entirely. It’s the softest part of his body, and there’s a trail of hair that leads downward.

He keeps holding my head in place in his normal manner, so I keep sucking him until he’s soft, but he shifts his right hand to gather some of my hair and move it out of the way so he can see my face. Then he trails his fingers down the line of my spine until he’s stroking the curve of my ass. He has to lift his shoulder slightly to reach it.

I’m not sure why he’s doing it. He’s never done something like that before. But it feels so good I hear myself making a little moan around his warm flesh in my mouth.

When he releases my head, I begin to straighten up, but he doesn’t let me. He uses both hands to readjust my body so that my butt is pointed in his direction. He gently pushes my upper body back down and starts rubbing my ass again.

I’m starting to shake and not merely from arousal. His fingers are getting more presumptuous. Sliding down the line of my butt crack.

I wouldn’t be opposed to him exploring my asshole, but he doesn’t. He goes farther until he’s rubbing the entrance to my pussy.

I’m so wet he’ll definitely feel it even without any penetration.

Then he’s suddenly pushing a finger all the way in.

I make a helpless sound as my entire body twitches.

He pumps his finger in and out, spilling the moisture and making me hide my face in the bedding to moan.

“I’m sorry,” I manage to force out when I’ve controlled myself again.

“Why are you sorry?” He sounds different. Not relaxed and sated the way he normally is after coming. He’s still soft, but he’s also almost excited.

“I’m not supposed to—” My words cut off when he pumps his finger again, generating ripples of pleasure all through me. “Oh no. I’m not supposed to… to… get turned on.”

“Why the hell not?”

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