Page 87 of Not In The Contract
I nudged the door open with my hip and pulled her to my chest again, sealing my lips over hers with an indulgent sigh. She wrapped her body around mine, nothing but the slips of fabric between us.
“I really wanted to kiss you,” she murmured shyly, her fingers curled against my shoulders,
“Just that?” I teased, trailing kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jaw. “Here I was thinking you wanted more. Or should I say, hopingIwanted more.”
“Don’t tease.” She giggled, her lashes tickling the apple of my cheek.
“I think you’ll like the way I tease,” I purred, slipping my hands under her t-shirt. I let the pads of my thumbs brush along her ribs, up, up, up to the swell of her breasts and she shuddered.
“Okay,” she said through a shaky sigh.
“Can I take this off?” I asked, laving kisses over her pulse point and drawing delicious whimpers from the depths of her chest.
“M-hm,” she hummed, and I smiled against the side of her neck.
“In actual words, Devon.”
She whined, clearly not used to voicing herself in the ways that matter. In the ways that broughtherpleasure.
“Yes,youcantakeitoff,” she huffed in a single breath.
I chuckled and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, dragging it up over her head. The moment the shirt was off she pressed in close again, her lips exploring the length of my neck while her hands slid over my ass.
“Can we sit?” she asked, breathless and needy.
I wasn’t far off, the feel of her bare breasts pressed to mine and her heart galloping just behind them had me ready to throw caution to the wind.
She pulled away and sat on the end of the bed, her face flushed and eyes bright, nothing but a scrap of lace between the sheets and her heat.
“Fuck,” I groaned under my breath. I pulled my sweater off, relieved to be rid of the thick fabric, and stepped out of my shorts.
My skin was too tight, too hot. I climbed onto the bed, draping my body over Devon’s and pinning her mouth again. She sighed into the kiss, her hands everywhere, her thighs fitting into the dip of my waist like a fucking jigsaw piece. My hips kicked forward, too eager to find the friction we both needed, no matter how slow I wanted to take things.
She must have sensed my pause because her thighs squeezed around me, just enough to get my attention.
“Hurry up,” she murmured, her words hiking into a whine as I took her breasts in my hands.
“No,” I purred, licking into the cavern of her mouth. “No, I want to take my time with you, Devon. I want to pick you apart to find what brings you ecstasy. I want to watch you fall into it again and again.”
“I thought you hated wasting time,” she quipped, the heat in her voice dissipating almost instantly.
“Making you see stars is far from a waste of time,” I told her. I kissed my way down her throat, between her breasts, over the soft planes of her tummy, and paused above her hips.
“Jesus,” she breathed, blinking the haze of desire from her eyes.
With a smirk, I lowered my mouth to her heat, pressing featherlight kisses over the sensitive skin until she squirmed under my touch. When she whined, her head thrown back in frustration, I flicked my tongue over her clit.
“Oh!”
I hummed, sucking the sensitive nub into my mouth.Ohwas right. She tasted every bit as good as I’d imagined and I was quickly lost to the headiness of her, fucking my tongue into her until her thighs shook on either side of my head.
She squirmed and whimpered, her moans fueling my need to have her shatter to pieces on my tongue. Her fingers fisted in the sheets and she tried to pull away, her trembling muscles failing to get her far enough before I pulled her back. I licked a long, possessive stripe over her dripping core and hooked my hands under her knees, pushing her legs to her chest and exposing her to me.
She squeaked in embarrassment, her eyes wild and chest heaving. “Don’t-”
“If you want me to stop, I will,” I huffed, my voice rough and chin dripping. “Say the word and we stop.”
She met my heated gaze with a determination I hadn’t seen. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, and I smirked.
