Page 174 of Love in Riverbend
Stop.
“No, I’m so tight. I’m almost there,” I say, being brutally honest.
My legs bend with my knees near my hips as Justin buries his face in my core. I’ve heard stories—mostly from Jill. I’ve also read stories, but those are fantasy.
What he’s doing…
This is real.
Holy shit.
I buck my hips and call out his name as I come undone.
My orgasm isn’t a quick fall from a ledge into the depths of a quarry. It’s a rumbling locomotive, barreling through the countryside, out of control, sparks from the wheels igniting brush, flames and ash smoldering in its wake.
Earthshaking and draining.
My core convulses as his tongue continues lapping my essence. The erratic rhythm of my heart pounds in my ears. I pant to fill my lungs with air.
Justin’s kisses move higher. My mound. My pelvis. My stomach. He lingers at my breasts until his handsome face is inches from mine. “Not defective.”
A smile curls my lips. “I’m thinking maybe I wasn’t the problem.”
“You’re definitely not the problem, Devan. Are we done?”
“Do you have condoms?” I ask.
He nods. “I’m not going to use them.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not going to fuck you tonight.” He kisses my nose.
What?
“You don’t want to?”
He shakes his head. “I want to. I also like that I get to be your first. It will be special.” He looks around. “Not in some random hotel.”
“With a crappy table,” I say with a giggle.
“Are we done?”
My eyes open wide. “I don’t know what else there is.”
Justin rolls to his back and simultaneously pulls me over him. “Option three.”
“Dry humping?”
“I doubt it will be dry, but it won’t be intercourse.”
Chapter 27
Justin
The wonder in Devan’s expression is magical. “I’ve never…” Her words of uncertainty fade into the sounds around us.
Reaching up, I cup her cheek, staring into her milk-chocolate eyes. Without words, I want her to know she’s the one in control. I took it, but I’m giving it back. She has me so damn gobsmacked that I’d gladly go wherever she leads. As she leans into my touch, I say, “I trust you.”
