I sucked and licked until I felt her body become tense. She was whining and panting. I kept going, flicking my tongue over her soft, pink hot spot faster and faster.
“Devin, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come in your mouth,” she said in between deep breaths.
Oh yes, please. I couldn’t talk, but I heard myself growl with pleasure.
I kept going until finally she lifted her hips and had a very loud orgasm. She screamed my name over and over again as I licked at her new, tangy juices. She tasted so sweet. I held her hips as still as possible and didn’t stop licking until I felt her entire body shaking.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Now that I had tasted her, I had to feel her wrapped around me. I wasted no time as I easily climbed on top of her. Her eyes were glazed over, and her face and body were glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She looked me in the eye as I lifted her leg and slowly entered her.
This time, I fit perfectly. I slowly started to thrust my hips. She felt so amazing and warm. I kept it slow and easy. No matter how bad I wanted to slam myself into her over and over again as fast as possible, I knew I had to remain calm so that I didn’t hurt her.
Apparently, she had other ideas.
“Harder,” she panted.
I lifted her leg higher and began to thrust my hips harder. Harder felt so fucking good. I still kept it at a slow pace. The build-up was incredible.
She was starting to squirm and whimper. She was getting close again.
“Faster, Devin, please, I can’t take it.” She lifted her other leg and wrapped both around my waist.
It wasn’t long until I was pumping myself in and out—hard and fast. I could feel the sweat trickle down my face and back. She leaned up and started to kiss me, making my entire body ache while she moaned into my mouth. I kept going, but I just couldn’t get deep enough. I wrapped my arms under her arms and around her shoulders, starting to move faster. My face was buried in her neck, and I could feel her rapid pulse against my mouth.
“Yes! Don’t stop. Please, baby, don’t stop!” She was getting louder.
The room was filled with Lilly’s cries of delight, my hard breathing, and the wonderful smacking sound of our bodies coming together.
I felt her body tighten around me, and soon she was calling out my name in ecstasy. I could feel the moisture building up between the two of us as she trembled and that was all it took. I buried my face deeper in the side of her neck when I felt my orgasm take me.
I’d never been a noisemaker during sex, usually just hard breathing and an occasional growl when I came. The noises and words that came from my mouth when I spilled myself inside of her were against my will.
It was the best orgasm of my entire life. I stayed inside of her until I could feel myself going limp. I could barely hold myself up; I was so weak, so I rolled over to keep my weight off of her. Like a cat, she snuggled up next to me and I wrapped my arm around her. I heard her breathing even out. As sleep took me away, I could think only one thing… I wanted this forever.
When I woke up, Devin wasn’t in my bed. I reached out for him and felt nothing but his pillow. Then I heard the shower water running and smiled to myself as I rolled onto my back, snuggling deeper into my bed.
I was feeling much better. It wouldn’t be long until I could get back to work and things could return to normal. I climbed out of bed slowly, threw on some clothes, and went out to the kitchen. I put together a little bit of breakfast. Afterwards, I sat down and waited for Devin to finish his shower.
He looked so sexy when he came into the kitchen. His hair was slicked back and wet, and he smelled like fresh soap and shampoo.
“You shouldn’t be out of bed, babe.” He leaned in and gave me a sweet little pop kiss. “I was gonna cook you breakfast after I took a shower. I was hoping to keep you stuck in that bed for the next few days,” he said with a wink.
“I’m fine. I’ll take a shower. After that, you can keep me in bed for as long as you’d like,” I smirked at him from across the small kitchen table.
“Do I really have to listen to all this mush?” Shannon said as she came into the kitchen.
Her red hair was piled on top of her head. Rubbing her eyes, she yawned loudly.
I spent the entire day in bed. Devin stayed with me. We watched old movies and snuggled. Later that night, he went and got some take-out for dinner. We ate in bed and shared our food. I fell asleep in his arms two hours later.
It was so nice just to be with him. While the sex was spectacular, it wasn’t needed. We loved being together, just laughing and talking.
The next morning, I woke up before Devin and, like a psycho girlfriend, I laid there and watched him sleep. It was still so surreal that I was in love with such a gorgeous man, and he loved me in return.
I could remember just a few months ago, sitting at Mirabelle’s with Mom and wishing for this kind of relationship, and here I was, lying next to the man of my dreams.
I ran my fingers over the dips and curves of his muscled chest. I traced the outline of every tattoo my eyes could see. There were two matching stars on either side of his pelvis that peeked out of the drawstring waist on his sleep pants. The stars were designed to look as if they were crumbling and were perfectly nestled in the ripple of his lower abdominal muscles.
Leaving the star tats, I made my way through the dark hair that surrounded his adorable navel. I watched as my fingers went up and down when I worked them across his abs muscles. The words “All wounds become wisdom” were inked diagonally down the side of his ribs in cursive.
I placed a soft kiss across the Japanese symbol on the right side of his chest and paid extra attention to the jagged knife that was tatted over his heart. It was magnificently detailed to look as if he’d been stabbed in the heart. Little drips of blood escaped the sides of the blade in red ink. It was the only color on his body, and it stuck out.
I covered it with my hand. I didn’t want to think of Devin being stabbed in the heart. I didn’t want him to ever hurt. Only a man who was hurt deeply could be so shut off. Strangely, I understood his reasons even though I didn’t know them, and I felt honored that he had allowed me a tiny glimpse into his world.
I laid my head against his shoulder and took in the detail of the tattoo that covered the entire top of his arm. At a glance, it looked like tangled, jagged vines, but looking at it closer, I could see there were words twisted into the vines. Fear… pain… sorrow… regret…. hate. Each knotted word stabbed at my heart.
I reached up, ran my fingers through his hair, and kissed his cheek.
“Stay,” he whispered in his sleep. “Please, Lilly. Stay.”
His peaceful sleep had turned into a nightmare. I could see the sweat beginning to collect on his forehead. His entire body seemed to tense up before my eyes. I snuggled closer to him and ran my fingers through his hair.
“You’re having a nightmare, sweetie. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here,” I said to try and calm him.
“Mom, please don’t leave me—Lilly, no!” He jumped up in a panic, his eyes wide in fear.
I sat back and let him have a moment. His panic-stricken eyes took me in until finally he reached out and pulled me back to him.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. What time is it?” He looked away and searched for a place to put his eyes so that they weren’t on me.
“It’s early still. Did you have a nightmare?”
“Yeah, it’s no big deal.” He shrugged and started to fidget.
“About your mom… and me?” I tentatively asked.
His eyes shot to mine, and there was a brief flash of panic in his glazed-over green eyes. Just as quickly, his smiling, laid-back persona slipped into place.
“So, what are we doing today, gorgeous?” he asked with a smirk.
He had completely ignored my question. We had never talked about his mother. I’d always sensed that it was a sore subject, but I gathered from my conversations with
Jenny that his mom had left them when they were young.
“Devin.” I reached out and laid my hand over his arm. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“Yes, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to talk about it. Wanna have another movie in bed day?” He nuzzled my check.
“That’s not what I was talking about, sweetie.” He tensed up next to me. “I meant do you want to talk about the nightmare and your mom?”
His sweet and smiling face went dark. “Just drop it, please.”
He climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower water turn on, and I knew I had pushed the wrong button. I felt awful.
I followed him into the bathroom and stood in the doorway. He stuck a hand into the shower water to check the temperature and then he noticed me standing there.
“Come for the show?” he asked as he slowly started to untie his drawstring pants.
“Are you gonna give me a show?” I flirted back.
“Come here.” His voice was stern and demanding.
I walked to him, leaning up to kiss his soft lips. The kiss started out soft and sweet, but soon Devin took over and our tongues were fighting for ground.
He backed me up until I felt the bathroom counter meet the back of my thighs. He stopped kissing me and quickly turned me to face the bathroom mirror. I watched our reflection as he very slowly kissed the side of my neck and then bit down on my earlobe. His eyes never left mine in the mirror. It was so sexy.
He worked his hands around the bottom of my T-shirt, lifting it and taking it off me. I was standing there in my panties in front of him, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at my naked reflection. I knew once I saw myself, my mood would turn sour.
I turned my eyes away. I could only imagine how my pale, chunky body looked next to his firm, tan one.
“Don’t look away,” he said roughly in my ear.
I flicked my eyes back to his and held them there. As long as I looked into his eyes, I was fine. I just didn’t want to see myself.
He ran his hands up my sides and brought them around to my stomach.
“Watch my hands,” he rasped.
“No,” I whispered.
I felt my expression drop. Looking at his hands meant looking at my stomach.
“Do you have a problem looking at yourself?” His breath blew into my ear as he nibbled softly on the lobe.
It felt so good, and I let my eyes flutter closed.
“Open your eyes and look at yourself.” His voice was rough.
My eyes popped back open and took us in. Like I had expected, his body looked darker and firmer compared to mine.
“I love looking at your body. It’s so sexy and succulent.” He ran his nose down my hairline and breathed me in. “I love kissing and tasting you here.” He brought both his hands up and cupped my breasts. Slowly, he worked his hands back down my body until he was at my panty line. He dipped a finger inside and ran it across my pleasure point. “And I especially love kissing and tasting you here.”
My legs wobbled, and a tiny noise escaped my lips.
“Did I mention that you taste amazing?” His tongue peeked out and licked quickly at the side of my neck.
He moved his finger again, barely grazing me on my most sensitive spot. My body begged for him to put pressure there and to move his fingers lower and deeper.
“I bet you want to be touched here,” he pressed. “I bet you wanna come. Don’t you?”
“Yes.” My voice sounded deep and seductive. It surprised me when I heard it.
He slowly started to push my panties down. Once they were at my ankles, I stepped out of them. He ran his hands down my arms until they were cupping my hands. Intertwining our fingers, his kisses moved to the back of my neck. Then, very unexpectedly, he brought my hands up and placed them against my chest. Using his hands, he gently massaged my breasts with my own hands.
My skin rippled as he pressed my hands against my body and slowly worked them down over my stomach. They went further down, until he was pressing my finger into my moisture. My body was tensed as I leaned my back against him.
Then there was a rhythm as he used my finger to massage my clit in a circular motion. It felt amazing and, before long, I was starting to pant and moan softly. His hands left mine, and the motion stopped.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered in my ear as he moved his hands up to caress the rest of me.
Hesitantly, I continued his rhythm on myself. His eyes beat into mine. At first, there was a tiny bit of embarrassment, but once I felt his hardness press into my back and heard his breathing increase, I knew I was turning him on.
I nibbled on my bottom lip as the ache increased in my lower stomach.
“Next time you’re alone and you touch yourself, I want you to fantasize about this moment.”
The mirror was beginning to fog up, and soon I couldn’t see our reflections anymore. Spinning me around, he lifted me onto the bathroom counter like I weighed nothing. He pulled me to the edge, lifting me again as he pushed himself inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
Within seconds, I was coming apart and he moaned his approval as he gripped my ass. It was fast and hard. The bathroom was full of steam and heavy breathing. I heard him groan my name in my ear as he slammed himself inside me one final time.
It wasn’t until I was done with my shower that I realized what he had done. He had effectively taken my mind away from all the questions I had about his mother by seducing me. I hated that he was so slick to use sex against me, but at the same time, I wanted to applaud him.
*****
After that day, I never mentioned his mother again. I knew in the back of my mind that Devin was more broken than he let on, but who wasn’t? I just wished that he would talk about it.
A week later, we went shopping with Shannon.
“I hate shopping malls,” Devin said as he sucked on his cherry slushy. “It’s full of teenage boys in skinny jeans and twelve-year-old girls with too much makeup on.” He pointed to a boy with a green mohawk. “That boy’s pants are tighter than the chick’s that’s with him.”
“Skinny jeans are kind of the thing now.” Shannon laughed.
We were on the hunt for the perfect birthday present for our friend Erin, and Devin had tagged along. He looked funny, all tall and tattooed among the girly shops. Every now and again, I’d catch him shaking his head and rolling his eyes. He was such a guy.
“Lil, you know you want a pair of skinny jeans,” Shannon joked.
“Um, hell no. You’ll never catch me wearing skinny jeans or anything camouflaged,” I said as I browsed.
“I don’t care what you wear. I prefer you naked anyway.” Devin snaked his hand behind me and grabbed my ass.
I smacked his hand away and felt my face heat up. Being affectionate in public was new for me, and I think he got a kick out of making me blush.
Shannon rolled her eyes. “Why no camouflage?” she asked. “I think some of the pink camo stuff is cute.”
“The whole point of camouflage is to blend in. A girl my size ain’t blending into anything.”
Shannon and I laughed while Devin shook his head.
He hated when I made fat girl jokes, but it was kind of my thing. Growing up, I learned quickly to make the jokes before anyone else could. It slowed the teasing if I made people laugh with me instead of at me.
“I gotta pee. I’ll meet up with you guys in a bit?” Shannon said as she left the store.
Devin and I walked out behind her and made our way to the next store, passing Victoria’s Secret on the way.
“Okay, now that’s more like it. Come on.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the store.
I’d always made it a point to never go into Victoria’s Secret. I knew what that bitch’s secret was, and it had everything to do with stringy panties with not enough fabric to cover my ass.
Shannon had once tried to talk me into buying a pair of thongs, but the thoug
ht of that string going in and never coming out always scared me. Losing the thin line of fabric was a very real possibility for a girl my size. Not to mention, looking like a sumo wrestler was never my thing.
“I am not going in there.” I pulled my arm back.
“Why not? You’d look hot in that black thing over there,” he whispered in my ear as he nodded at a sheer piece of scrap fabric hanging in the showcase window.
“I think not.” I blushed. “I’d never wear something like that.”
“Not even if I said pretty please with a cherry on top?” He leaned in and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Nope, not even then.” I latched my arms around his neck.
We stood that way as people walked around us and paid us no attention.
“What if I promised to suck the cherry on top?” he whispered against the side of my neck before planting a soft kiss behind my ear.
There was no winning when he talked to me like that.
“Okay, fine.” I peeked up at him through my dark lashes and saw a soft smile spread across his face.
“I can’t wait to get you home and see you in that thing.” He smirked.
Home. The way he said it made my heart skip a beat.
He intertwined his fingers with mine and turned back toward Victoria’s Secret again.
I followed behind him and face-planted into his back when he came to an abrupt stop.
“Well, hello, Devin. How are things?” Renee asked with a sneer.
I didn’t need to see her face to know it was her. I’d never forget her voice. I guess I’d hoped that I’d never see her again, especially not while I was with Devin. Ever since the day I found out that the Renee that ruined my life was the same Renee that used to be his sidepiece, I’d had a tiny fear that we’d run into her while we were together. My biggest fear had happened.
“I’m good,” he said with a clipped tone.
Then it happened. Her eyes left his face and met mine. Her expression changed from amused anger to one filled with total rage.
“Don’t tell me you’re with her!” She pointed at me with disgust on her face.
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