Page 61 of Devanté
“I love it so much,” I almost whispered. “You grew up nicely.” My cheeks heated after the words left me.
“You think so? I mean, I got taller but…”
“You did.” I nodded quickly, noting how much he’d shot up. “How tall are you now?”
“Six four,” he answered, stroking and kneading my thigh. “Two-hundred pounds. Five percent body fat.” A low chuckle fell from his perfect mouth. I wasn’t insecure anymore because I knew I was handcrafted with black girl magic but sitting next to Devanté Morgan with his perfect body and perfect everything else took me back to feeling like the peasant.
“Thanks for letting me know perfection exists,” I deadpanned.
“Perfectiondoesexist,” he answered, staring at me. His eyes lassoed me, pulling the rope tight around my body. “I’m looking at it.” His warm hand pushed my thighs apart. He settled between my legs, staring down at me. “You’ve always been my image of perfection, Blake.”
We kissed slowly. My tongue eased out to taste him. I drew his bottom lip into my mouth and moaned when his flavor melted against my taste buds. There was no word to describe how he tasted. He was Devanté flavored.
“I know you don’t want to fuck while Devin is in the house but my dick has other plans.” He pressed into me hard. He was so thick and unyielding. I couldn’t help grinding against him. I lifted my hips to meet his erection and moaned when he dug against my softness.
“Is one of those plans to make me come?” I tugged his shirt over his head and ran my fingers over the rungs of abs stretching toward sinewy slashes at his hips.
“That’s the very first plan,” he said before skimming his tongue along the curve of my neck.
Could he see the waves of heat shimmering off the surface of my skin? While he was pressed against my soft stomach and full chest, could he feel my heart speed-beating? I was churning and crackling inside with…something. I couldn’t put my finger on it long enough to gauge what it was.
I knew I loved him. I’d never stopped. This though…my god it was vivid and alive with electricity. It was bold and rich and I wanted to lick it.
Our clothes came off in a flurry of colors and textures raining to the floor until we were naked. I thought I’d be afraid to show Devanté my body. The dimples on the backs of my thighs or the love handles at my waist. The supple lines of my curves.
I thought I would shy away from the way his hands and fingers explored me while his eyes, lips, and tongue committed me to memory. Instead, I absorbed it and reveled in the way he lavished me. It felt right.
I was no less a queen standing naked in front of Devanté than I was when I got out of the shower and smoothed scented oils and perfumes on my deep brown skin in the mirror. I loved every curve and soft line. I adored the shallow dimples and my love handles. Finally, I had someone in my life who loved me as much as I did.
“Blake, I know this is the wrong time to ask but…are you on birth control?” Devanté’s voice was deep and smooth in my ear while his long, thick dick pressed against my opening. I’d tell him I was on all the birth control if it meant he’d fuck me. That man had an impeccable dick.
“Yes,” I nodded quickly. “IUD.”
“Okay…” A sigh rushed out. “I’m going to let you tell me when you want babies.”
“Who said I wanted your babies, Devanté?” My words were much harsher than my smiling lips.
“Because I know you.” He pushed inside of me with a hard and purposeful thrust that made my toes curl. “You feel how real this is. How real it’s always been. You want to see it manifest into babies.”
He wasn’t wrong…
God, was I really thinking about babies with Devanté?
Shit, the way he was stroking my pussy made me want to give him a whole team of babies.
He pounded into me so fervently that the bed whined and complained. At first, I tried to keep my moans at a respectable level but when he draped my leg over his shoulder and drove into me, I howled like there was a full moon hanging in the sky.
“Let me see those pretty eyes, baby,” Devanté said, peering down at me. I saw the love pouring from him. The love that grew over nearly two decades between us. Silent but pulsing with energy and life.
“You feel so fucking good, Devanté.”
“So do you.” His teeth nipped at my bottom lip then my chin. “Say my name louder.”
“But…” I couldn’t finish my sentence because his dick destroyed the rest of my words. It crashed through my syllables and sounds. The only thing left were feelings of euphoria. Chest shaking, soul-rattling feelings that stole my air.
“Devanté!” His name was an ancestral chant on my tongue. A repetitive drum beat thumping through my veins. He was something I always knew. Something special that had always been mine even when I shunned him.
“Mmm, say it again, Blake. Say my fucking name.” He slid in and out of me, pulling wet sounds from my pussy while he applied fluid, stiff pressure. My toes tingled and my skin burned.
