Page 87 of Confessions of a Virgin on a Dating App
Devin laughed, wrapping his arms around me in a tight, full-body embrace. I grabbed the fabric of his gym shorts, pulling them down over his hips and tossing them over the bed.
Now we were both fully exposed, with nothing between us. I couldn’t help but trace my fingers over his body, admiring his pale, lean frame covered in tattoos and muscle. Once I reached his chest, I studied the artwork that sprawled across it like a mural at an art museum.
He was beautiful.
“Now, it’s your turn.” I pressed a finger against the Critical Games tattoo below his collarbone. “What can I do for you?”
Devin raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Well, I have an idea. I need a shower, and we should probably get you cleaned up. Since I gave you oral, would you be interested in…reciprocating?”
I tilted my head quizzically. I’d never tried it before, but for Devin, I would tryanything.
“Of course,” I replied.
Devin cupped his hands around my breasts. “Excellent. Whenever you’re ready. You may be shaky on your feet for a bit longer.”
I curled up against him, nuzzling my head into his colorful chest. As eager as I was to return the favor, I didn’t mind riding out the post-orgasmic bliss for a few more minutes.
But I also couldn’t wait to hop in the shower with him. I knew his skin would feel even better against mine when we were both wet.
As midnight faded into early morning, Devin’s deep, tender embrace kept all my fears and anxiety at bay. With my bare skin half-covered in bedsheets and our limbs entangled like puzzle pieces, I had never felt more at peace.
But I still didn’t get a single second of sleep.
I was too busy riding out the high of emotions from our intimate night together. Traces of guilt still lingered in the back of my throat, but it was diluted by an overwhelming sense of joy and contentment. As I lay awake, I continued studying Devin’s bare, sleeping figure, with our faces just inches from each other. He used one arm as a pillow, tucking it behind his head, and draped the other arm over my bare hip. My eyes trailed over the curves and definition of his biceps and the firmness of his chest. As his stomach rose and fell with every breath, I could see his abdominal muscles begin to peek through. Those features, topped with his colorful tattoos, tempted me to continue running my hands all over him. But Devin looked so peaceful in his sleep;I didn’t want to risk waking him.
My gaze returned to his face. Strands of his shaggy black hair fell over his brows, obscuring his forehead and closed eyelids. I’d never noticed how thick and dark his eyelashes were, and I giggled when they twitched in his sleep. I wondered what he was dreaming about.
I wondered if he was dreaming about me.
His breath hitched, and my body tensed as he shifted the arm behind his head and tilted his body closer to mine. Just as I reached out to rub his shoulder, at the part where his tattoo sleeve faded away to bare skin, his blue-green eyes fluttered open.
He blinked a few times, rousing himself back to reality, and a warm smile slid across his lips as he caught a glimpse of me lying next to him.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
I replied by pulling him closer, so our chests were touching, then our foreheads, then our lips. I kissed him eagerly as heat flushed both our bodies, and I was tempted to give myself to him all over again.
“Did you sleep well?” Devin asked.
“Yes,” I lied, snuggling closer to his bare chest. Despite my sleepless night, I was wide awake and buzzing with adrenaline.
We lay in silence for a few moments, with Devin rubbing my curly hair and me tracing the outlines of the tattoos on his chest. I let my thoughts drift back to our time in the shower, just like I had done repeatedly all morning. While the act itself was odd and took some acclimating, I took immense joy in how much pleasure it brought him. I ached to remember every detail: the way he braced himself against the shower wall with his fists gripping the side rails, the way he tilted his head back and cried out every time I went deeper. But most importantly, I could still feel the way he raked his fingers through my hair as I knelt before him,as he told me how wonderful and amazing and sexy I was between his ragged breaths.
Once we were finished, we held each other under the hissing stream of the waterfall shower, enjoying the warmth from both the hot water and our own burning attraction to each other. Water trailed down our faces and intermingled with our lips as we kissed, and I discovered that I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of him pressing me against the shower wall.
And I was right. He felt even more amazing when we were both wet.
Now that we were both awake, I spent more time admiring him, tracing my hands over every unexplored inch of skin. I brushed strands of onyx-black hair away from his face, but my fingers paused above his dark eyebrow. A small, circular scar sat just above the hairline, and Devin gently pulled my fingers away and chuckled.
“Yeah…I used to have a lot more piercings,” he explained, rubbing his eyebrow. “I had my right eyebrow done, but also my nose and the cartilage of my ear.” He pointed to each scar and made a sideways gesture with his finger near the top of his ear. “I used to wear a bar through here.”
“What made you take them all out?”
“Well…when I took over Critical Games, I decided I needed to look more like a proper business owner and not like a cashier at Hot Topic from 2008.”
I giggled, and Devin crinkled his nose and rubbed my hair.
“Okay, well now I’ve gotta ask.” A devious smile crept across my face as I peered below the sheets. “Did you ever getitpierced?”
