Page 53 of Celebrity

My lips trembled as I gripped his forearms. In all our years together, he’d never put a critical discussion on the back burner.

He was giving me an out from talking about it. At least for the moment. I wanted to lose myself in him. To go back to last night, when it was just the two of us in a cabin in the woods by the river.

“Make love to me. Don’t let me think.”

“With pleasure.” He lips sealed over mine.

His kiss intoxicated me, taking my worry and replacing it with a desire only he could satisfy.

Soon our world would turn upside down and put our marriage to the test.

He fisted my hair, jerking my head back. “Focus on this. On me. Not on what’s inside your head.”

He slammed his mouth against mine again, sandwiching me between him and the counter. His erection was a firm rod between us.

The crisp hair on his chest rubbed against my nipples, causing them to pebble. The exquisite sensation made me cry out and made my arousal drip onto my thighs.

He used the opportunity to trail his tongue along the curve of my throat, down the valley between my breasts, and then to one tight, straining bud, which grew even harder with contact. He circled, teased, and laved until my legs couldn’t hold me up anymore.

I gripped the edge of the counter before I lost balance. Devin smirked and transferred his attention to my other aching nipple. His teeth bit into the sensitive flesh.

“Dev,” I cried out, and my pussy clenched from the pleasure-pain.

His mouth was magic. He made my flesh scream for attention and my pussy cream for anything and everything he had in store for me.

He lifted me against his body, carrying me to the breakfast table and then setting me on the edge. I tried to wrap my legs around him, but he pushed me onto my back. He journeyed lower, licking, kissing, and nibbling. Once he reached my quivering pussy, he spread my knees, settling my feet on each of his shoulders.

He tongued my sopping slit, back and forth, not going any deeper. My fingers clenched the beveled edge of the wood, and my legs shook.

I looked down to catch his gaze. He lifted a brow, telling me he knew what I desired but wasn’t going to give it to me until he was ready.

I released a low growl as he continued his teasing torture and blew on my pulsing clit. I moved my hands to my swollen breasts, cupping them and pinching the tips.

A rumble of satisfaction vibrated against my pussy lips, and I opened my eyes to find him watching me.

At that moment, he pushed between my pussy lips and straight into my core. His hands gripped my ass, bringing me closer to his exploring mouth. He circled my clit with his thumb and thrust it deep inside my clenching walls. My pussy quivered with each flick and stroke.

I soaked his face with my desire, wanting nothing more than to go over the edge.

I had to wait.

God. Why was he making me wait?

“Please, Dev. Please,” I begged. “Let me come.”

“Come for me, baby,” he murmured against my aching core.

My body responded on command. I screamed his name, clenching my pussy and my eyes tight. My body spasmed to his evil, delicious mouth.

I rode out my release, delirious with nothing but the need for pleasure.

Before I could come down, he had me rising again. I thrashed my head side to side and gripped his hair in a tight hold.

My second orgasm rose almost immediately, making my mind cloud once again.

“Oh, I don’t think so. You didn’t ask permission.” He pulled back, wiping his wet mouth against my inner thigh.

Protesting, I tried to hold him to me. “No, don’t leave me hanging.”

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