Page 54 of Devil
Lily woke slowly,the heat of the bed tempting her back into a state of semi-sleep. She fought the temptation—they had a lot to do today—but she did take a moment to appreciate how relaxed and warm she was. She had no idea what time it was, but if the way her body felt was any indication, she’d gotten a solid night’s sleep.
Thanks to Darius.
Which was not quite weird, but at the least, mildly disconcerting. Especially because he was no longer wrapped around her as he had been when they’d fallen asleep. No, at some point in the night, they’d shifted. She now lay draped over his body with her head on his shoulder, an arm over his chest, and a leg thrown over both of his. One of his hands held hers while the other was wrapped around her thigh.
Was it always this comfortable to sleep beside someone? She was thirty-eight years old and had no clue. On the rare occasions she’d spent the night with any man, it had only been for a few hours as she recovered from a healthy bout of sex. She was always gone at first light, so mornings like this had never happened before.
She wasn’t sure what tothinkof it, but she was woman enough to know how shefeltabout it, and she liked it. She liked the way his chest rose and fell under her arm, the beat of his heart under her palm. She liked the way his hand held her thigh, slightly possessive, even in sleep. And she liked the way her body fit against his.
In fact, there were a lot of things she liked about Darius Washington. With a smile, she disengaged her hand from his and slid it south, skimming over his boxers. His body reacted and although his breathing shifted, he didn’t wake.
She pressed her hand against him, teasing him over the fabric, enjoying the feeling of him growing with her attentions. Pushing the covers down so she could watch, she kept her head on his shoulder as she continued exploring him. His breathing shifted again. She could tell from the rise and fall of his chest that he’d woken.
Letting her imagination go, she remembered how he felt inside her. She remembered the stretch and pull and pleasure that bordered on pain. She remembered the feel of him sliding in and out of her. And remembering the number of times he’d brought her pleasure had her wanting more. Much, much more.
Starting now.
Sitting up, she slipped her fingers under the band of his boxers and tugged. Obligingly, he lifted his hips as she slid them down, then kicked them off. Lifting a leg over his hip, she straddled him as she pulled her silk nightgown over her head.
Darius’s hands gripped her thighs and fire burned in his hooded eyes, but neither spoke as she rose up and, more than ready, slowly sank onto him. She closed her eyes, absorbing the feel of every single centimeter of him entering her. When he was as deep as he could get inside her, she rose up, then sank back down again. As her body slowly took him in, she realized that waking up with Darius wasn’t the onlyfirstfor her. He was the first man, in her life, that she’d had sex with without a condom. She had an IUD, and he wasn’t the first opportunity she’d had for such an experience. But he was the first man she’d everwantedto feel skin against skin. And as she sank down again, she didn’t regret it. It was more intimate than she’d ever been before, but at least with Darius, it was worth the risk.
One of his hands glided up and cupped her breast, while the other inched toward her inner thigh. Neither said a word as they touched, felt, explored, and enjoyed each other. She didn’t notice anything else in the room, not her phone, not her computer, not the time. The only thing that existed in this moment was her and Darius and the connection between them.
Under her palms, his chest grew damp with sweat, and when he swelled inside her, she nearly whimpered. He was close, and knowing he was close was edging her to the breaking point as well. As if sensing her teetering, Darius slid the hand on her thigh forward and gently began teasing her clit. Pleasure hit her so fast she sucked in a breath and ground herself into him.
Then suddenly, she was on her back and Darius was looming over her.
She looked into his eyes, and he cocked a brow at her. “Hold on” was all he said, then he hooked her legs over his shoulders and began rocking them. Slowly at first, then with an increasing pace. She was dimly aware of the headboard banging against the wall, but the ridiculousness of that didn’t register with the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her body.
“More, Lily?”
She kept her eyes closed, focusing on the feelings. “Oh god, yes.”
“Good, hold the headboard, I wouldn’t want you to hit your head.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she didn’t argue. Lifting her arms overhead, she curled her hands around two of the wooden slats. He kept rocking against her, their bodies shifting and rolling together. She felt the first flutter of an orgasm, and she arched her back, reaching for it. But Darius wouldn’t let her.
Pulling out until just the head of his cock remained inside her, he paused. She squirmed. He chuckled. She opened her eyes and glared at him. He smiled, then he slid home with such force that the breath left her lungs.
Some incoherent sound left her mouth as he did it again. And again. The feel of him sliding in and out of her, and picturing it in her mind’s eye, was as much of a mental turn-on as it was a physical one, and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe.
Then in a whoosh, she exhaled on a long cry as the orgasm he’d denied her earlier tore through her body, climbing up her chest and down to her toes. She clamped on to him with a force she’d never experienced before and in response, Darius swore and increased his pace even more.
She was starting to come down from the high when it dawned on her that he hadn’t joined her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him, hoping he’d find his release soon, but also disappointed they hadn’t experienced one together.
He smiled at her. “Not done yet, honey.” And with that, he brought a hand to her clit and once again started to tease it. She gained a new appreciation for his ability to multitask as he managed to be gentle and coaxing with one hand, while never once altering his relentless pace. Her first orgasm had been so intense, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to reach climax a second time. But sure enough, with his tender but insistent attentions, she found herself climbing again.
She tried to squirm underneath him, but he held her tight. “More,” she demanded, then paused to catch her breath. She was so close that talking was near impossible. Instead, she let out a long, needy moan and braced her arms, pushing herself against him.
“Fuck, Lily,” he grunted as he swelled inside her. He was close now, too, and knowing that, she let herself go.
On a long exhale, she cried out his name as every muscle in her body clamped down. He pressed into her one more time, then another. When she felt him pulsing inside her and the heat from his release fill her, her own orgasm took over with such intensity that her entire body jerked.
They rode it out together with him buried so deep inside her that she felt every move he made. When their bodies were drained and she’d caught her breath again, she opened her eyes to find Darius staring at her.
“I like hearing you call my name when you come,” he said.
A surge of uncharacteristic shyness washed over her, and she smiled. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers before gently sitting back and withdrawing from her body. Easing her legs down from his shoulders, he positioned them on either side of his hips.
