Page 147 of Not In The Contract

Devon shifted in my hands, stopping her kissing to look into my eyes.

“Shit.” I swayed precariously in the hallway, just a few feet from our bedroom.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” I puffed through gritted teeth, stumbling forward with hurried steps.

But it wasn’t enough and we toppled over in a confusion of flailing limbs and panicked exclamations, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. I groaned, trying to roll off Devon.

“Seriously?” She stifled her laughter. “You didn’t even try to break my fall.”

Devon strained under my full weight, squirming until I rolled off and to the side.

“I don’t know, Alex. It was a romantic gesture, but maybe you don’t have the upper body strength to-”

“There’s nothing wrong with my upper body.”

I pushed up from the floor, grabbing hold of Devon’s hand as I went so that we both landed squarely on our feet at the same time. Before she could think of anything else to say, I dragged her down the hall. And then we were in the bedroom.

The excitement and urgency that had driven us there rolled and heaved and then, without reason, it all seeped away. In its wake was a tangible charge reverberating between us as we stood at the foot of our bed, facing each other, not moving aside from the rise and fall of our chests.

Devon closed the gap in a flash and pulled me into a kiss. But this one wasn’t rushed or awkward or fumbling. It was soft, and slow, and deep. Her hands slid under my shirt and in one motion made it wisp to the floor with a sigh. Next was my bra, and Devon’s expert skill made quick work of it. Through it all was the kissing. Never stopping. Our mouths devoured each other as though it was the only sustenance we would ever have for the rest of time.

She guided me to stretch out on the bed and molded her body with mine. It was a perfect fit, as if it knew that was where it belonged. In that moment, that was the only truth that existed. She bit the soft skin of my neck and I threw my head back, exposing more of it because that’s what I wanted. More. The tender bites became sucking, and I moaned deeply as my body was taken up by the sweet sensation.

Devon ghosted warm kisses down my breastbone, moaning softly as she went. The sound of it shuddered through my bones, causing a pool of heat to form between my legs. One that was begging for attention. I curled my fingers in her hair and gave the slightest nudge, subtle guidance. Devon obliged wholeheartedly.

She grazed my taut nipple with her teeth, tugging lightly. There was a sharp intake of breath, and a tremor through my body as I melted into it. Devon groped at the waistband of my pants, the only barrier left between us. Her movements were deliberately slow. Excruciating, even. Until the button finally popped.

Feathering fiery kisses all down my middle, she worked her way to my waist. Zipper down, pants peeled from my legs. Devon looked at me through heavily hooded lids as she kneeled over me, eyes dark with arousal as she positioned herself between my legs. She placed a hand on each of my knees and slowly pushed them apart, taking a deep inhale as she dipped her head.

“Look at me.”

I couldn’t deny the thick arousal in her voice and lifted my head. The exact moment my eyes met hers, Devon’s tongue made contact with my swollen clit, lightly at first, gently stroking the length of my pussy. Then more firmly as I tried to restrain myself when all she wanted was for me to let go.

“Oh, God, Devon…” My head rolled back, her name falling from my tongue in a fluttery whisper.

She closed her lips around my clit, sucking it into her mouth. A combination of a whimper and a moan echoed through the room, and she used both her hands to steady the intensifying rocking of my hips. I was close. The tremors in my thighs increased, and the unraveling in my core flashed electric sparks all through me.

“Please…”

Devon moaned, lapping up my juices before darting her tongue into my entrance, giving me exactly what I was begging for.

With her tongue pushing in and out of me, she worked my clit with her thumb, exquisite circular motions coaxing me to the edge of my demise. I pressed back hard into my pillow, lost in the feverish throbbing between my thighs, my walls clenching tightly around Devon’s tongue.

Sensing my peril she swapped over, slipping two fingers easily inside my dripping core as she once again closed her lips over my clit. I cried out, surrendering to the series of shuddering waves that overwhelmed me in a rolling climax. And still Devon didn’t stop her attention, peppering me with soft, loving kisses while I came back down. Breathless. Only then, did she make her way back up to me.

“I can’t get enough of you,” she whispered, and pulled me on top of her.

“That’s exactly the way it’s supposed to be,” I replied, before claiming her mouth in a heated kiss.

51. Hearts in Harmony

Devon

Sixmonthslater

Time had a way of slipping through our fingers, weaving moments of laughter, love, and shared experiences into the fabric of our lives. With my thesis conquered and Alex’s work in full swing, we found ourselves wrapped in domestic bliss. Our days were filled with a harmonious rhythm, a dance of schedules that had somehow aligned perfectly.