Page 71 of Make-Believe Match

“Devlin.”

“We can be quiet,” I whispered in her ear, sliding my hand down the front of her jeans, inside her panties. I dipped one finger insider her—she was warm and wet and tantalizing. “I just want to put my tongue right here for a minute.” I caressed her clit with a slick fingertip. “What’s one little minute?”

“One little minute?” she repeated breathlessly. “I don’t believe you.”

“Give me sixty seconds,” I said, taking her by the hips and moving backward toward the bed. Without bothering to turn off the light, I placed her at the foot and knelt down in front of her. Removed her shoes. “And if you want me to stop after that, I will stop.”

“You will?”

“Of course I will.” I tugged her jeans off, took her by the hips, and sat her on the edge of the bed. “You just sit right there and let me taste you.” I pushed her knees apart. “Please.”

“Oh God,” she moaned softly as I lowered my head between her thighs and stroked her pussy with my tongue. “You’re so good at getting your way with me. It’s sorcery or something.”

I eased two fingers inside her, pushing deep.

She fell back on her elbows. “This isn’t fair. You know I won’t stop you at a minute.”

Laughing, I circled her swollen clit slowly with the tip of my tongue, then fluttered it quickly. Her insides grew tighter around my fingers. Her breathing grew heavy.

“Oh God, oh God, I can’t stay quiet, I really can’t—this is so hard for me, you have no idea. I’m—I’m not a person who’s good at holding her feelings in, and—Devlin!” Frantically, she flopped her arms over her head until her hands found a pillow, which she held over her face while I finished her off, her sighs and whimpers muffled by memory foam.

When her grip on my hand loosened, I sat back on my heels. She tossed the pillow from her face and sat up, watching me suck the honey off the fingers I’d used to fuck her. Her mouth hung open. “Damn you,” she breathed. “You knew what I’d want after that.”

“What do you want?”

She whipped her top over her head and slid off the bed onto her knees. Then she pushed against my chest, tipping me over so I lay on my back on the rug, propped up on my elbows. She reached for the button on my jeans. “More.” She unzipped them and yanked them down to my thighs, my bulging erection springing free. “You.” She took my cock in her hands and gave it a few tight strokes. “This.”

“You want my cock?” I spoke low, my voice gravelly with want.

“Yes.” She leaned down and sucked just the tip, making my leg muscles tight with need. My hands flexed into fists.

For several minutes, she tortured me with her mouth, and since the light was on, I watched her with wide, grateful eyes. Her lips moving up and down my cock. Her hand gripping the shaft. Her soft, wavy hair brushing against my abs. Her full, luscious breasts. Although I was much better than she was at staying quiet, fire was roaring inside my veins, every muscle screaming out to move, to touch her, to fuck her. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Wife,” I said through clenched teeth.

She took her mouth off me and laughed throatily. “I love when you say it like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you might lose control if I don’t behave.”

“So we understand each other.”

“We do.” Crawling up my body, she straddled my hips. “You’re still all buttoned up.” She worked her way down the buttons of my shirt, then pushed it from my shoulders. I sat up just enough to slip it off, then grabbed my T-shirt from the back of the neck and yanked it over my head. She pushed me back again and ran her hands over my bare chest. “I love your body,” she whispered, falling forward to caress my skin with her lips. I put my hands in her hair as she kissed my jaw, my neck, ran her tongue along my collarbone, teased my nipples with her tongue.

Sitting up again, she reached between us, stroking my cock once more. “Devlin.”

“Yes.” I held my breath.

“I’m on birth control. I never went off the shot after—after.”

“I haven’t been with anyone in over six months.”

“Okay.” She positioned my cock between her thighs and slid onto it, sinking deep. “I just want to feel closer to you.”

I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel the incredible sensation of her body, warm and wet and snug around the most sensitive part of my body. She began to move, and I inhaled sharply, grabbing her by the hips. “Slow,” I managed. “Need slow.”

Another deep, throaty laugh. “Anything for you,” she said softly. “Husband.”