Page 40 of Celebrity

I roused from a deep sleep to the feel of heat and need burning my body.

My pussy was swollen and throbbed for release.

I opened my eyes and saw Dev’s feet sticking out the bottom of the comforter.

His hands glided along my inner thighs, making my pulse jump, and his body weight pressed my legs into the bed.

It had been years since he’d woken me this way.

“Devin.” I lifted the covers to see him crawling upward.

“Shh. I’m busy. I promised my wife that I’d satisfy her when she woke.” He smiled up at me with mischief in his eyes.

He looked years younger, like the way he had when we’d first met, twelve years ago.

He butterflied my legs apart, exposing my wet center to his gaze.

His fingers traced the outside of my labia, sliding my thong between my dampening folds, and then squeezed, working my lower lips in a slow seductive rhythm designed to make me insane.

Every nerve ending woke with a vengeance, making my body arch against him.

My nipples pebbled and my breasts swelled as my clit throbbed for more.

He pulled my minuscule underwear against me, making me cry out.

“I’m almost there.”

“No, you’re not.” He stopped his ministrations and lifted his body up, throwing the duvet off us.

I growled. “I thought this was about satisfying me?”

He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a body sculpted to perfection from hours of training for triathlons. His beautiful cock strained against the seam of his jeans, making my mouth water for a lick.

I sat up, getting onto my knees, and ran my nails up from his waist, over his abs, and along his pecs. His skin was hot to the touch and covered in a light dusting of blondish-brown hair that tickled the tips of my fingers.

“It is, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy seeing you squirm.” He fisted my hair as our lips met, devouring each other.

His mouth tasted of cinnamon and brandy, telling me Jacinta had served some of her signature cocktails.

I grazed my palm over his fabric-covered cock, stroking up and down his length.

Just as I deepened our embrace and began to unbutton his pants, he pushed me back onto the bed, yanked my feet out from under me, and wedged his way between my legs.

“You aren’t going to distract me. I’m on a mission.” With a quick jerk of his hand, my thong was ripped from my body.

“Do you know how many pairs of underwear I’ve had to replace over the years?”

He leaned down and blew on my center. “Are you complaining?”

Goosebumps prickled my sensitized skin. I shook my head. “Absolutely not.”

He pushed two fingers deep into my soaked core and covered my pulsing clitoral nub with his mouth.

“God, you taste better than ever.”

His tongue circled and strummed my clit as his fingers curled inside, hitting the spot that made my pussy clench in a tight grip around him.

I was helpless as the first tide of sensation washed over me.

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