Page 144 of Love in Riverbend
Devan’s eyes open wide.
“Do you want to come?” I ask.
Her lips press together as she nods.
“Don’t be shy. What do you want?” I continue brushing the crotch of her panties.
“Oh.” She drops her forehead to my shoulder. “This feels so good.”
“What do you want?” I ask again.
“I want to come.”
“Do you want me to help?”
“Yes,” she says in a soft squeak of a voice.
“My fingers, my tongue, or you can keep dry humping me. Either way, I promise you’ll come.”
Indecision swirls in her eyes as her cheeks go from pink to flaming red.
Leaning back on my arms, I press my erection against her. “Dry hump. I want to watch you.”
“No,” she says quickly. “Your fingers.”
“Good girl. Tell me what you want.” A smile curls my lips as I readjust. “I’m still going to watch, Devan. You’re too fucking gorgeous not to watch.”
The material of her panties between her legs is soaked as I push it aside. Slickness covers my fingers as I tease the seam of her lower lips. My heart is racing as I find her core. Shit, she’s so tight. Her walls clamp around my finger as she presses upward. It’s as I swirl her clit with my thumb that she begins to moan and gasp for air.
“Press back on my hand, Devan.”
She does as I say, and her moans morph to whimpers as her movements come faster. I add another finger, stretching her core and press my thumb against her clit. It’s as if I’ve found her detonation button. Her body quakes in my grasp, her core convulses around my fingers, and her warm essence covers my hand. There are red areas on her skin from my facial hair, and her nipples are as hard as diamonds.
Devan lets her forehead drop to my shoulder as she rides out her orgasm and works to regain her normal breathing.
Removing my fingers, I bring them to my lips and suck.
Shaking her head, she keeps her eyes down.
“Damn, I knew you would be sweet as candy.”
“I can’t believe I did that.” Her voice is muffled by my shoulder. “We did.”
“Devan, look at me.”
Her brown orbs come into view. Quickly, I press my lips to hers. “You can’t believe you just came on my hand.”
“Yeah,” she says shyly. “I’ve never come that hard. Ever.”
She leans back. Either she’s forgotten that she’s still naked from the waist up or she doesn’t care. “What about you?” she asks.
“What about me?”
“That…it was for me. Don’t you want to…?”
My gaze scans from her tousled hair, pink cheeks, down to her perfect hand-sized tits, and back to her eyes. “I want to. But tonight is about you. I want you to know you will always be my first thought. I’ll never force you, Devan.”
“We’re really going to do this?” she asks.
