“She’s two!”
“No time like the present,” Emery replied seriously.
“Stay away from my daughter,” Damien said, hugging Skylar close.
Grayson chuckled. “Let’s get going. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”
Chapter Five
Lisset stretched lazily under Devlin. Her heavily lidded eyes lit by her cat like smile. It was the first time in the two years he’d been with her that he’d given into his urges. It wasn’t always easy for him and many times he almost relented, but something always held him back. However, now things were different. He didn’t know why he gave into her, but there was no turning back now. It was done now, and she was everything he dreamed she would be and more.
Devlin gently turned her face down on the bed, and a quiet little moan escaped her lips as she rubbed her body against the soft sheets that caressed her bare skin. She gasped when he bent over her, his warm breath on her neck as he slowly kissed his way to her earlobe and bit it gently.
Devlin arranged himself on top of her, the lower half of his body resting between her slightly parted thighs. His movements as he brushed himself softly against her caused her breasts to rub against the soft cotton sheets making her moan again. The pressure of his arousal against her bottom made her groan, and her body shivered slightly.
Lisset was the type of woman that was easily aroused, but for some reason making her come was not an easy task. Devlin already taken her in the shower, with no luck. He’d never had that happen to him. He believed in pleasure, made an art form out of it. Now, it was something more, it was something he need to accomplish, his body and mind demanded he satisfy her. He was dying to see pleasure wash over her as her body released around him and he wasn’t leaving the hotel room until his task was complete.
She whimpered as his fingertips trailed along her sides caressing her sensitive skin. His warm tongue slid along her nape, and every hair on her body lifted in goose bumps. Devlin became aware of every muscle on her body that was pressed against his. The low groan that left her throat, as she arched her back and swayed her hips lightly, vibrated through him. She was becoming aroused again and Devlin had no problem heightening her sensitivity. She was an amazing woman. Devlin found himself addicted to her. He couldn’t get enough, his body wanted more. She raised her left hand and ran her long fingers through his dark hair pushing it out of his eyes. She was so sensual. Devlin wished for the first time, she could see what she was doing to him, what her touch meant to him. Instead, he groaned as her fingers combed his hair. He emitted a soft moan from deep within his throat.
He swallowed hard and sucked a shaky breath when her hand left his hair and slowly slid between their bodies. He pulled back a little to give her delicate hand space and the minute her fingers found his throbbing erection he breathed out hard trying to contain his desire.
“You’re fingers feel like fire against my skin,” he mouthed with another groan, throaty and low as a growl, as her fingers lingered there, the upper half of her body bending a little upwards and turning slightly as heed look in her deep blue-green eyes, now darkened by lust.
“Your touch wraps me in blazing flames,” he exhaled roughly as her fingers wrapped accordingly around him. Every movement of her fingers, however slight, caused his body to respond tenfold. She was bewitching him. Then like in the shower, it happened again.
She tightened her hands on his cock, licked her lips and moaned. Softly she arched herself into him and just like that his vixen pushed him over his limit, crushing his precious and proudly held self-control. He gathered himself away, breathing heavily, and the second she turned to her side to protest the absence of his body, he abruptly turned her further and pinned her against the mattress.
She moved to wrap her arms around him. His desire burned in the back of his throat. Devlin wanted her something fierce, but before he could give into his own urges, he seized her wrists, and lifted them above her head, held them firmly with his left hand, and grinned at her feeble attempts to free them.
“You’re mine now,” he said leaning closer until his face was inches away from hers, her soft lips within reach for him to kiss. Devlin brushed his lips against hers and licked from the center to the corner of her mouth teasingly, and oh so softly, only to move away as soon as her parted lips attempted to envelop the warmth of his tongue.
Leaving the delicious softness of her lips, Devlin licked his way along her neck finding each and every sweet spot, watching her skin tingle all over, to her collarbone and then to her left shoulder going downward until he reached her ample bosom. He traced a circle and then another and another, getting closer and closer, around her rosy nipple. His right hand strayed to her side, stroking her sensitive skin, softly dragging his nails all the way from her ribs to her hip and to the inside of her thigh earning a low moan from deep within her. He caressed her outer lips softly making her breath catch in anticipation and then cupped her mound tightly.
“This is mine. Say it,” Devlin ordered, cupping her pussy harder, eliciting a wince out of her. “Say it now, Lisset.”
“It’s yours,” she purred arching into his hand as his mouth reached her areola. Barely a hairsbreadth away from his warm lips, Devlin wrapped his mouth around it, only pulling away to lick her other breast, giving it the same treatment, deliberately missing again her sensitive nipple. Lisset opened her mouth to protest but Devlin quickly stopped her by pressing a long finger on her lips silencing her. When she relaxed, his hand left her mouth to brush a stray strand of hair off of her face. “Perhaps you would like me to stop then?” he teased in a husky voice.
“No, no, please don’t!” she breathed out desperately. Devlin pushed his dark hair out of his face and, grinning at her. She was stunning. She wanted him and he wanted her. Hell, he more than wanted her, he wanted to consume her. He wanted to be her everything, the very air she breathed. Their relationship had changed forever. There was no way he was going to give her up now. He finally had his dream within his grasp. She did belong to him. Now, he just had to figure out how he was going to keep her.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, letting go of her hands, Devlin got up and walked in the hallway.
Lisset curled her naked body in a ball on her side, her heart filling up with vulnerability and guilt. She had pleaded with him and she had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time. She couldn’t explain it. With Damien, everything seemed fun, exciting and free. However, with Devlin, it all seemed more, like her actions with him would set her on a path, only she didn’t know to where. She’d loved both men for such a long time, wanting each of them equally. Now, with both of them within her grasps, she was confused. Devlin wasn’t anything like she thought. He was still hard and domineering, but he was sensual and caring. Traits she’d never felt from him before. He was confusing her and now, she didn’t know what to expect, or how to act around him. She was afraid. For the first time since she met Devlin, she was afraid. Not of the dangers in her life, but of losing the man himself.
She didn’t know how long she lay there, probably mere seconds, but soon she heard him walking towards her again. The sounds of his footfalls were firm, determined like a man marching to battle. Her heart skipped a bit, or rather many of them as his footsteps grew louder.
She unconsciously gathered herself in a sitting position. She always loved the sight of a naked man but seeing one never really knocked her off her feet. She had always been extremely comfortable with nudity, both her own and not, but somehow this was different. She would swear if she could actually see him, she would finally feel something, something strong enough to make her lose it for a moment and stare at him, not just like it was the first time she caught a glimpse of his naked body, but rather like it was the first nude body she ever actually saw. And then she did another thing she never normally did, she blushed and looked away. What was he doing to her?
“You’re blushing.”
Nodding, Lisset raised her hand to her cheek. The warmth of her sk
in, heating the palm of her hand and the more she thought about him, the hotter she became. She was acting like some silly school girl about to get her first kiss. She really needed to get ahold of herself. She wasn’t some little school girl. She was a woman. A mother. She’d been around naked men before, yet her body was reacting as if this was the first time.
“Why?” He asked.
“I don’t know.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“You.”
“And that is making you blush?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know,” she smiled. “I know you. I’ve been with you for two years, yet for some reason, it’s like this is the first time I’m actually meeting you, seeing you for the first time, so to speak. I can’t really explain it. I’m nervous.”
“I’ve got an idea,” he said. “Touch me.”
“What?”
“Touch me,” Devlin replied. “You know me, but like you just said, you are seeing me for the first time. So, see me.”
Lisset blinked a couple of times. An image of a man burned behind her eyelids. Her mind was racing. He was giving her permission to see him.
To actually touch him…everywhere.
Taking a deep breath, Lisset got up off the bed, took a deep breath and reached out laying her hands on him. He was tall. Quite tall actually. She knew she was a tall woman, standing at five-seven and half inches, but Devlin towered over her. From where she stood, her hands were level with her face, which her on his chest. And what a chest it was. Moving her hands outward, his hard-smooth chest was all lean muscle. His posture was straight like he’d been in the military or something. But his chest wasn’t just filled with hard straight lines and high contrast, something she would find rather unappealing. It had softer, more defined aspect. Curved lines and a fierce gentleness to it instead. His skin was warm and flawless apart from a scar running down a couple of inches along the middle of his chest.
Tracing the raised line, she wondered what happened to him. How long he was hurt? Was anyone there with him to help him recover? The thought of Devlin being in pain, hurt her deeply. He may not be a nice amiable man most of the times, but she firmly believed that no one should suffer alone. Making her way further outward, her hands moved across his budging arms and shoulders. Like iron, he had arms of steel. She could feel the power that each limb wielded, yet there was a tenderness to them as if even the most fragile butterfly would be safe within his arms.
Her hands moved up to his shoulders, and then further to his neck. She could feel his soft hair tickling the tips of her fingers and she smiled. Slowly feeling his jaw, Lisset let her fingers do the seeing for her. Devlin’s face was angular, strong lined and firm. His jaw was prominent, and she smiled when she felt a little indent of his cleft chin. She’d always thought that was a handsome trait in men, remembering her brother had the same mark, yet feeling one instead of seeing one, now made her love the identifying mark even more. Her hands lightly touched his jaw, tenderly moving towards his high cheek bones. His nose was straight and long. Her finger tips touched the sides of his eyes, and she felt the exact moment he closed his eyes. His eyebrows were full and thick. His facial skin was soft, and the light stubble of his beard scratched her fingers. Moving further, her fingers finally reached his thick and lustrous hair. Silky soft curls tightly wound themselves around her fingers as she moved slowly around him. His hair was longer than Damien’s, barely touching his neck.
Trailing her hands down his back, his muscles rippled beneath her fingers. His waist was trim, and his buttocks was firm. She had noticed every small detail of his beauty, every bump and every hollow in his muscular built. Moving around him, she placed her hands back on his chest, waiting for him to say something.
“See all of me Lisset,” he finally said, and her breath hitched. Blinking as if she hadn’t heard him correctly, she was too afraid to move. Yet, when his hand wrapped around her wrist, she gasped. Slowly, he moved her hand down his stomach to his hips. She knew what he wanted her to see. Taking another breath, Lisset kneeled before him. Moving her hands around his hips and down his thighs, she felt as if her hands would never stop. Devlin’s long, solid legs were muscular, firm and taught. The soft hair on his legs, made them feel soft like a kitten’s fur. His calves were thick, and his ankles were strong. Her fingers traced along every vein, muscle and bone on his feet. She never really noticed or cared for feet, yet, touching Devlin’s, there seemed to be an intricate form of intimacy she never knew. It seemed special, erotic in a way to touch his feet. When she was done, she stood back up and waited.
“You missed a spot,” he lowly said, and everything nerve in her body ignited. She knew what he was talking about, what she specifically avoided, and it was the place he wanted her to see. “Touch me.”
Closing her eyes, Lisset let her hands trailed down his stomach until they reached the soft curly bush of hair right about his cock. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, feeling the firm stiffness of his shaft. The skin felt like soft silk, warm and smooth. Throbbing veins protruded and pulsed against her palm as she gently moved her hand towards the head. His cock was thick and long. She was barely able to wrap her fingers around him. Licking her lips, his shaft jerked under her touch and when she reached the bulbous mushroom head, she thought she knew what satin felt like, but his head was softer than any fine fabric in the world. Fat and smooth, the head of his cock fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. His dick was glorious, long, thick and strong. When her thumb moved over the slit of the head, she moaned, when it spread a hot creamy liquid.
“You may not be able to see what you do to me Lisset, but I wanted you to feel it. You do this to me, only you. I may not be the nicest person in the world but know this. Know that your touch enflames me. When I am near you, this is how I feel, all the time. When I see you, my body craves you, wants you, only you.”
“You want me?”
“Always,” he growled, as his arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe and treasured. Lowering her to the bed, his weight brought her back out of her thoughts, thoughts she didn’t think she could have for anyone, thoughts she had long prayed would disrupt the eerie calm of her mind.
“I want you Lisset. I want to show you how I make love. Will you let me?” he inquired, in a soft voice.
Nodding, she dared not speak. Her mind was a swirling mass of emotions, some she wasn’t ready to accept, and some she was too scared to discover. She never relinquished control, she was always the one in charge. She trusted Devlin, knew that he would never do anything to cause her fear. Yet, he was asking for something she wasn’t sure she could give.
“Trust me when I say this, you couldn’t possibly imagine the beauty of the slightest touch you are missing with open eyes, the beauty of not knowing what to expect.” His tone heavy and seductive.
“I just... Just don’t hurt me.”
“Never,” he replied reassuring her.
Lisset nodded and he leaned over her and carefully placed a silk scarf on top of her closed eyelids. He secured it on the side, so that it would not be uncomfortable for her when she moved. He pushed her backwards gently, until she was resting on her back, and then arranged her arms on her sides spread and while stroking her reassuringly, he parted her thighs.
“Keep this on,” he said lightly touching the fabric over her eyes, “and keep your arms and legs where I arranged them. If you do otherwise, I will assume you want me to stop and I will do so immediately.”
She nodded hesitantly. She was uneasy. She couldn’t hold still under his gaze, a piercing gaze she currently could not return. She kept fidgeting, tapping her fingers on the mattress, curling her toes, breathing fast through her chest, moving her head. He had inadvertently touched something deep within her. Something she didn’t know was there. The more he touched her, the more he broke down a wall that was erected so long ago. He was getting close to the real woman she tried so very
hard to keep hidden and she was unsure of what to do. She wanted him to see her. To see who she really was, but she wondered would he love the woman behind the mask?
He leaned in and softly cupped her face. He started caressing her skin, easing away the tension, until her features relaxed and returned to their normal peaceful state. The next thing she felt were his warm wet lips on the side of her neck. He was kissing and nibbling on the soft skin making her breathing irregular, her heart pounded hard and fast at the sudden proximity and then down he went to her breasts, giving a single quick stroke to her nipples with his tongue, resulting in her gasping for air. His tongue, never broke contact with her skin, strayed lower and lower, along her midriff, circled her navel and licked its tantalizing way to her nether lips.
Lisset held her breath trembling in anticipation. Then she felt his lips and teeth on the inside of her thigh. It was too late to hold back her whimper as he moved closer to her wet folds. His fingers caressed her calves and moved up to her hips. He pushed her shaking legs further apart. She could feel herself drip onto the silky sheets, her wetness overflowing, being too much for her swollen lips to hold.
The feeling of his tongue sliding along her cleft made her numb inside out. He licked circles around her pulsing clit, never directly touching the hard nub, making her ache for even a single stroke of his tongue on it, making her pray he would close his lips around it and suck until she fainted from the pleasure. Then he teased her entrance, sliding his tongue around it and then pushing barely the tip inside. Her breathing was now shallow, moans were escaping her dry lips as she strived to keep her legs and arms where he had arranged them. She couldn’t afford him to stop.
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