Page 89 of Speak of the Devil

When she bends down to kiss me, she rolls her hips along my length. The torture feels too good to stop her.

Straddling me, she lifts, pressing her hands to my chest and rising above me. She positions my dick exactly where she wants me and begins a slow descent. “I’m on birth control.”

Four of the sweetest words I’ve ever heard spoken.

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Shane

My thoughts scatteras untamed desire builds from deep within. Cat’s hips are cradled in my hands, her warmth so close to my cock that one move would have her slipping over my length. But her gaze, the deep browns of her eyes, tells me I’ve earned her.

The reminder to give her what she deserves. Slow, savoring our first time together. The control to restrain myself from slamming her down on top of me.

I look up as her hair falls forward with her head. Sweeping it to one side of her neck, I watch as my girl takes me, all of me, her body embracing me and her mouth falling open. I reach up to touch her cheek, her soft skin under my callused fingers, and say, “It’s been so long. I’m . . .”

“It’s okay,” she says, her tone comforting like I’ve never had sex before.

Fuck that.She deserves the best, and I’m here reporting for duty. I should be soothing her after fucking her just right.

I lift her by the hips and help her slide up my hard length. Her eyes meet mine, and she pushes down on her own accord, her mouth shaping into a sexy fucking O making me wish I had started there. Slick heat consumes me as she slides down so slowly on top of me that my patience is threadbare. “You feel,” she starts on the edge of a breathy moan. “You feel so good.” Her teeth scrape across her lower lip, and she bites, her eyes closing as she savors the feel. “So full. So good.”

I cover her hands that she’s resting on my chest, and my breathing staggers as her hips undulate, taking me deeper. I catch the hitch in her breathing, too, as she leans forward to rest her forehead against mine.Close. So close I lift to connect with her to find that perfect spot.

She’s so quiet. I ask, “Are you okay?” I can feel a pulse in my dick inside her. I can’t help but smile and want to fist pump in celebration when I feel her lift her head.

“Yes,” she replies, the corners of her mouth curling up for me. “You’re so much more . . . my heart is tied to you.” With a flutter of her eyes, she lifts her chin and sits higher, exhaling as she seats herself deeper on my length. “It’s more than physical with you.”

“I feel it too,” I whisper, sitting up to wrap my arms around her waist. “Do you want to do this? Want me to move in you? Show you everything I’ve wanted to do to you since the moment you walked back into my life?”

“Yes.” She takes another breath. “Please . . .” Words keep escaping her, but she rises to the occasion as if determined to move past the acclimation.

Rocking under her, I soak up the softest of mews she elicits. I nip at her earlobe, pulling it between my teeth before whispering, “I want you to fuck me, Cat. Do you understand?” She nods against my cheek, taking a breath and pushing down again. “That’s a good girl. Breathe for me and do it again.”

I was on the verge of madness, losing my mind without even being inside her. Now, my senses have returned, my thoughts intact. She feels incredible, but nothing about this will be slow. I can’t any longer. Bending to kiss under her jaw, I bite gently, thrusting to purge a moan from her lips. “I’m going to fuck you so good, sweetheart.”

When I flip her to the mattress, her hair flies in my face but settles around her like a halo.My sweet saving grace.Cat centers herself at an angle, then looks me over once before using her finger to come hither.

I climb on top of her, sliding my hands along her arms she laid above her head. I look at her tits, her nipples rising to greet me.Fucking beautiful. As she squirms beneath me, her chest heaves. Dragging my fingers over her mouth, I stick my thumb in from the corner and watch her wrap her lips around it and suck.

Fuck me.

I lose all sensibilities and start fucking her, thrusting so hard that my name comes out in vain. But she holds on, even digging her nails into my shoulders as if to prove a point. Point taken, baby. Game on. When I slow, she begs me to go fast, “Please, faster, babe.”

When I go faster, she breathes heavier and wants me to go slower. “What do you need, Catalina? Tell me. Faster. Harder. Slower. Softer. Just tell me, and I’ll do it for you.”

“I want—so good,” she says, licking her lips. “I want it all. I want all of you.”

“I’ll be everything for you.” Planting my hands beside her head, I say, “Remember, I love you.”

The rise of her brows and drop of her mouth have her asking, “Why do I need to remember—Oh God.”

I dive deep and pull out only to thrust inside her, claiming every part of her as mine like a conquering explorer. Her gaspsand moans, her body and thrusts, her bucks and wiggles, I take everything she gives and plunge right back into her.

We align in rhythm, our bodies slick with desire, every ounce of my being awake and craving more. More. More of this. More of her and me together. The connection too strong to break even when she turns over and pushes up, wanting me to take her from behind.

I do. I do. I’ll take every which way, relishing in the knowledge that I’ll be rewarded as well. Holding her hips, I push into her, seated so I’m deep inside her depth. I’m not a selfish bastard. Not all the time that is. Reaching around, I slide two fingers into her wet lower lips and tease and circle before focusing on her swelling clit.

One touch, and she’s jerking and using her toes to slide up higher on the bed. I wrangle her still and increase the pressure on the sweet bud I love kissing.

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