Page 24 of Devil in Disguise

She’d wantedto see him. She’d wanted totouchhim. Instead, he was touching her. Oh, man, was he ever touching her. She’d thought it had felt good before. Rocking her way into that next, even fiercer orgasm, though, feeling his erection pressed against her from behind, knowing that tonight, he was going to be inside her? That he needed to do it, and he wasgoingto do it? She came again on the thought. And then she did it again.

By the time he stopped, she was shaking all over. He ran a hand all the way down her back, all the way over her butt, and asked her, his voice husky and low, “Still want to do this? I’ll try my best to make it not hurt, but … you’re little. And I’m not.”

“Please,” she managed to say.

“Then stay there,” he said.

“Owen …” She wanted tosee.

“I need to do it like this now,” he said. “I need to do it, ah … like this.”

If she was shaking, he had to bedying.She stayed there.

It was such a shock all the same, even though he went easy. A fraction of an inch at a time, waiting in between. Touching her all the way, keeping her wound up. “Try to … uh … let go,” he told her, the words coming out in jerks. “Relax those muscles.”

Surely, it wasn’t supposed to be that tight a fit. She tried, but she couldn’t do it. It hurt.

“I … can’t,” she finally said. “I can’t.”

He pulled out of her, then turned her over, held her tight, and kissed her.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

He smiled. Just a twist of his mouth. “It’s OK. It’s a lot.”

“Well, yeah.” She was still finding it a little hard to breathe, but she put a hand down and circled him. “Can we take off the condom?” she asked. “Can I just touch you?”

He expelled the breath he’d been holding since she’d grabbed him. “Yeah,” he said, and did.

So she did it. She slid over him and started to touch him and kiss him, exactly the way she’d told him she wanted to. Hands and mouth gliding over his body, exploring everything. Her hands slid down his shoulders, his arms, taking care over his bruised spots. All the way down to his hands, where she interlaced her fingers with his and lowered herself over him. And he held her up all the way down with nothing but his arms.

How could a man be this strong? How could youstandit?

Kissing his neck for a while, then making her way down to his chest and exploring. Brushing her fingers over his nipples, then sucking on one and asking, “Does that feel good to you, too?”

“Yeah.” His eyes were closed, his muscles rigid.

“You need totellme,” she said. “What feels best.”

He groaned. “It all feels good. I’m so wound up, I can’t …”

“Mm.” Suddenly, she didn’t feel bad anymore that she hadn’t managed to do it. She could dothis.She knew how it felt to her when he had his hands and mouth on her. He loved giving oral sex. Surely no man could do it that well unless he loved it. If she could make him feel half as good as he did her …

Plus, she’d get to watch it all happen.

* * *

It had feltlike just about the worst moment of his life when he’d pulled out of her. No choice, and he knew it. He couldn’t hurt her. It had still felt too hard.

Now, though, it was hard in a whole different way. Hard because she didn’t know what she was doing, but oh, man, was she trying. Her hands and mouth all over the place, not one bit shy to touch him, to kiss him. And when she got her mouth down there and said, “Teach me how to do this”?

Well, yeah. He taught her. He told her, and he showed her. She took her time, and she took his instructions, too. For once in her life, she wasn’t sassing. Of course, maybe that was because her mouth was full.

Dyma over him, his hand on her head, his other hand caressing her breast, her shoulder. And then, eventually, just hanging on. Dyma in the lamplight, learning everything she could, winding him up.

Oh, shit. He’d forgotten to say. He managed to gasp out, seconds before he wouldn’t be able to say anything at all, “You don’t have to … swallow. You don’t have to … take that at all. Just let me … go, when I get there.”

She stopped, which was, again, about the worst feeling there was, laid her cheek against his thigh, and said, “You’ve never stopped with me. I’m not going to stop with you.”