Page 80 of Wild Devotion
“Yes, me.” Her hand ran over my chest, her nails scoring a light path that made my blood start to heat all over again. “You’ve got a really nice cock, by the way.”
“Jesus, woman.”
I flipped us. She was on her back, pinned beneath me, laughing and gasping and completely at my mercy. And I was already halfway hard again.
“Zadie,” I murmured against her throat. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
I pulled back just enough to look at her. The laughter faded from her face, replaced by something open and trusting.
“What is it?”
This was the moment. The one I’d been waiting for. Not just tonight, not just since I met her. Since I was old enough to understand what it meant to want someone so completely that your own body felt incomplete without them.
I traced the outline of her lips with my finger. “I’ve never done this before.”
Her eyes went wide. “You’re a virgin?”
“Mm-Hmm.” My finger trailed down over jaw her to her collarbone.
“But you’re...” She gestured at me. “How?”
“It was a choice.” I kept my voice steady, even though my pulse was through the roof. “I wanted to wait for the right person. I was waiting for you.”
“Cal.” Her eyes filled, her hands finding the back of my head.
She pulled me down and kissed me. Slower than before. Deeper, more consuming. And something in it shifted. Something I’d been waiting to feel from her for what seemed like forever.
Fuck. I loved this woman. Loved her so completely. But this kiss was the first time it felt like she might be falling with me.
The kiss turned urgent, her hands tight around my neck, my cock aching for her.
When I finally pressed into her, her breath stalled and her fingers dug into my back and the sound she made was something between relief and revelation.
I held still, wanting to memorize this moment. The way she felt around me. The way her mouth dropped open, her eyes wide and wet and locked on mine.
Then I moved and thought became impossible.
Her nails raked my back. My mouth found her neck. She wrapped herself around me and pulled me as deep as I could go.
It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t polished or practiced or anything close to the fantasies I’d built in my head. It was messy, urgent, and so much better.
But fuck, I wasn’t going to last. “I need you to come again,” I groaned in her ear.
Her hand pushed hard against my chest, forcing space between us. “Up on your knees,” she said between breathless pants. “Hands on my hips.”
I moved the way she directed, and the view of her body spread out in front of me, my cock buried deep in her pussy, nearly undid me.
Then her hand moved between her legs, and she circled her fingers over her clit.
“Fuck,” I growled, electricity shooting down my spine as I dragged myself slowly out of her, enraptured by the sight.
“Cal,” she moaned, growing wetter. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Fuck, I had no intention of stopping. Couldn’t have, even if I wanted to.
Any hope of a steady rhythm was gone. I rutted into her like a goddamn animal, my hips snapping forward as I pulled her onto my cock. She met me thrust for thrust, her heels digging into the mattress, and her whimpered pleas spurring me on.
The need to please her was so hot, so fucking fierce. But I couldn’t hold back. “I’m coming, Zadie. Fuck. Fuck.”
