Page 172 of Love in Riverbend
My eyes open. That isn’t what I was expecting. “I am honest.”
His penetrating gaze is on me as his fingers continue with the buttons. “Tell me what you like and what you don’t like. I want to make you feel good. I want you to get so worn out from feeling good that you can barely move.” Another button.
My dress is agape to my waist.
He pushes the dress from my shoulders, and the green material flutters to the floor, creating a circle around my sandals. Justin’s eyes open wide, the blue overpowered by the dilation of his pupils. His breaths come faster as he scans my exposed core.
Without instructions, I reach back and unlatch my bra. Soon it is lying on the carpeting with my dress.
“You’re beyond stunning, Devan.” His ghostly touch flits over my flesh as he again makes a complete circle, scanning me from my sandals to my hair, his gaze lingering in between. “Come here,” he says. His baritone command isn’t demanding, yet I have no thoughts of disobeying.
Justin reaches for the covers on the bed and flings them back. Toss pillows fly as the blanket and bedspread land on the floor. The large bed is only covered with pristine white sheets. He offers me his hand as he asks, “Did you like what we did the other night?”
My circulation heats with the concoction of memories and anticipation. “You know I did.”
“I gave you other options. Do you remember?”
Biting my lip, I nod.
“Say them to me.”
When I try to hide my face behind my hands, Justin grasps my wrists, pulling them away.
“I’m staring at you right now, Devan. You’re perfect in every way. Never be embarrassed about us; be bold.”
“I never have,” I say.
“Never been bold? You can do it.”
“No.” I inhale. “I’ve never done…”
His eyes open wide. “What have you never done?”
Despite the fact I think this will change everything, I confess. Each phrase coming faster than the last. “Much of anything. Once I let this guy at Ball State do what you did, but…” I shake my head. “It wasn’t. I didn’t. He was all…” I scrunch my nose. “It was only awkward. Not like what others talk about…not like the other night. I figured I was defective or something.”
“Fuck that. You’re not defective.”
“Dry hump,” I say, remembering his options. “Or your tongue.”
“Have you done either of those?”
“Dry hump, same result.”
“No man has ever had his tongue in your pussy?”
I shake my head.
“Cock?”
“No, Justin,” I say in frustration, taking a step away and scanning the floor for my dress. “You’re making fun of me. You think I’m a kid now.” With tears burning my eyes, I turn on him, my voice raising. “See, it was a double-edged question. There’s no right answer?—”
His lips crash down on mine as one hand grasps the back of my neck and his other arm snakes around my waist, pulling me to him. My thoughts and words fade in the intense flames of his desire. As his tongue mingles with mine and his lips take command, my entire body melds against his. The hard planes of his chest. The strength in his arms. And yes, his trapped erection beneath his jeans.
My lips gape as he pulls my hair, yanking my head back.
The pain is momentary. It’s the scorching fire in his eyes that I feel.
“Devan, you’re fucking right. There is no right answer. There was no wrong answer either, but damn it, you’re not defective. I want to spend forever showing you that if you’ll let me.”
