Page 85 of My Heart's Doctor

I set her down on the floor and she continued looking at me with a frown.

“This isn’t right,” she said, with her hands on her hips and shaking her head.

“Devon,” I said, taking her face in my hands, “don’t worry so much. Come.” I pulled her toward me and embraced her, I needed to feel her in my arms and, when she rested her head on my chest, I was invaded by a fierce feeling of possessiveness, something so primitive that I didn’t recognize myself because I had never experienced anything like it.

“You told me you didn’t want Aurora to see us together and today you invite me to dinner, I thought I understood that youdidn’t want us to appear as a couple and now you force me to come to your bedroom,” she reproached.

“Don’t you want to be here?”

“I don’t want to be confused,” she said, and the sadness in her words and tone of voice caused a pang in my chest that disconcerted me because the last thing I wanted was to hurt her.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want...” she began to say, but stopped.

“What is it you don’t want?” I insisted.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, looking at me terrified.

“It matters to me.”

“Please, William.”

“Listen to me, Devon,” I said, pulling her to sit on the bed, “I need to talk to you because it’s clear that something is happening between us that is stronger than what we had planned.”

I took a chance by expressing my doubts; it was the only way to clarify things. She looked at me but said nothing.

“I mean that when we met, we both proposed a friendship with sex, but I’ve gotten to know you and I want to spend all the time possible with you, now I want more.”

“More?”

“I want you to be my girlfriend, to be mine, only mine. I want to do all those things that couples do with you, go to the movies, out to dinner, sleep with you, I want everything, absolutely everything.”

Devon looked at me, but she was speechless, though I could see the sparkle in her eyes.

“Devon?”

“And Aurora?”

“That’s a whole issue because I’m clear that if things don’t work out between us, she could suffer from your departure.Today I was surprised when she said you were her mom; she had said it before you arrived too.”

“And she also told me at my house, which is why I had a conversation with her to clarify that I wasn’t,” she explained.

“I know you wouldn’t tell her that, but it’s evident that she sees you as that maternal figure she’s always lacked. For that reason, I also know we need to be very careful with the image we give her, but I don’t want to distance myself from you, much less lose you.”

Her sensual perfume seduced me and was making me lose control. And I couldn’t hold back anymore and I lunged for her lips. I kissed her with all the desire I had felt since I’d seen her at the door. The warmth of her provocative lips and their softness drove me crazy. With my tongue I urged her to open them and she immediately surrendered to pleasure. The kiss became deep, our tongues swept away everything in their path and we savored each other’s taste, and I can assure you that hers was unique, tempting, and incomparable. I explored her urgently, while embracing her and pulling her close to feel her body, but I couldn’t resist much longer and made her lie down so I could hover over her. Devon tangled her fingers in my hair and that sent electricity through my entire body. The sound of our agitated breathing was the only thing breaking the silence and calm of the bedroom. Slowly I began to ease the kiss so I could separate and look at her. When we opened our eyes and looked at each other, I knew that sincere, sweet, and at that moment ardent gaze was something I didn’t want to stop observing. Her chest rose and fell with difficulty, which evidenced a telling excitement.

I helped her remove her blouse and bra, and I quickly got rid of my shirt as well.

“My goodness, ‘Sweet.’ I don’t recognize myself; with you I seem like a teenager out of control,” I whispered in her ear, taking the opportunity to kiss her earlobe.

Devon shuddered and gasped, and I continued a tortuous path of delicate kisses and unbridled caresses with my tongue across her cheeks, jawline, and neck, kissing every inch of her skin until I reached her bare breasts and paused there. I cupped them with my hands while dedicating myself to kissing one and then the other. Devon moaned and writhed beneath my body. After delighting in them, I continued my journey down her flat, firm abdomen until I reached her waist and encountered her pants. I raised myself slightly and unfastened them to remove them gently. When I saw her sensual white lace underwear, I had to make an effort not to remove it with my teeth—it looked incredible on her. I got rid of my pants and underwear and returned to her, who was looking at me with desire shining in her eyes. I positioned my face between her legs and began tracing a path with my tongue toward her sex. When I reached that precious place, she startled and let out a moan. I devoted myself to savoring her and also added a couple of fingers to increase her pleasure. I noticed Devon was about to reach orgasm because her moans intensified and she writhed with pleasure. A few seconds later, her body convulsed, and she screamed my name. Her pleasure spread through my body like an electric shock; it was incredible. Seeing her and hearing my name at that precise moment was something glorious and intense.

“Williaaam.”

“Yes, ‘Sweet,’ it’s me, only me,” I said, in a broken voice because I was extremely aroused and breathing quickly and audibly. “Now I need to be inside you because I can’t hold back much longer.”

“Do it.”