Page 76 of Confessions of a Virgin on a Dating App
I lifted a hand to his face, brushing my fingers against his cheek. I slid a few strands of shaggy black hair out of his eyes and admired their sea-green beauty.
“I’ll miss you too,” I whispered, my voice both light and full of dreariness.
I turned my head away from him, studying both sides of the street. It was completely dark outside, and our driveway’s floodlights were broken. The car was completely cloaked in shadows, and there were no signs of pedestrians on the sidewalk.
We were alone.
And tonight was my last night with Devin before my surgery.
Fuck it.I stepped over the center console and into Devin’s lap, my legs straddling his hips. His eyes widened, both in alarm and intrigue, as a mischievous grin spread across his lips.
“Come here,” he rumbled in a low, hungry tone, grabbing my back and pulling me forward. He started with my neck, pressing kisses deep against my throat until I could feel the hard metal of his piercings on my skin. I didn’t hold back. I let out subtle gasps and cries as his hands explored me, feverishly and without restraint.
When they finally made their way up my legs and slipped under the skirt of my dress, I felt like I was about to explode with anticipation. The feeling of his hands rubbing my inner thighs made my cries louder and more heated.
This was dangerous.
But I couldn’t stop if I tried.
“Avie…” Devin rasped between breaths, the rawness of his voice unlike anything I’d ever heard from him. “My sweet, beautiful, sexy girl…”
He continued in his heavy tone, whispering all the things he wanted to do to me while his fingers trailed further up my thigh. Once they made it up to my underwear and he pressed a finger against my vulva, hot electricity jolted through every nerve in my body.
Curse my stupid, broken vagina.
I would’ve taken him right there in the front seat of his car if I could.
His hands moved up to my breasts, and he’d nearly pulled the collar of my dress down to expose them when the sound of a door slamming shook us back toreality.
I panicked, my arousal quickly replaced by adrenalin as I shot back into my own seat. It was a clumsy attempt; I ended up sideways with my legs still slayed over the center console. I pulled the skirt of my dress back down and the collar back up as I lay low and silent, fearing that someone would peep in the window at any moment.
“Avie,” Dev whispered. He was still upright in his seat, though his heavy breaths hadn’t returned to normal. “It’s just Cass.”
I lifted my head, peering out the passenger window. A tall, slim figure was bathed in the dull light of the front entryway. I squinted, and realized it was Cassidy grabbing a package off the front porch. She tucked the package under her arm and walked back inside without a single glance in our direction.
“Phew.” I let out a sharp exhale. I craned my neck around, locking eyes with Devin, and we both burst out laughing.
But as the humor died down, and we were left sitting alone in the car after our interrupted lustfulness, a deep sadness washed over both of us like a dampening blanket.
“Will I be able to see you at all while you’re recovering?” Devin asked, breaking the heavy tension in the air.
I sighed. “Probably not. My parents plan on being here all week.”
Devin cupped his hand around my cheek and gave me a final kiss, one that was difficult to pull my lips away from.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
I felt hollow inside as I stepped out of the car and watched his Escape back out of the driveway. I could barely make out the black car’s figure against the shadowy streets, only able to tell where it was by the ghostly white headlights. I stood in the entryway and watched until those lights disappeared, and the low hum of the engine faded away into silence.
Please don’t go.
My heart sank at the sad yet beautiful irony of those words, and I was left with nothing else to do other than walk through the front door and call it a night.
Chapter 19
The knot in my stomach had returned by Sunday morning.
Devin texted me shortly after I woke up, and we exchanged our usual sweet, honeyed good mornings as I showered, shaved, and blow-dried my curls with a diffuser.
