Lyra reached down to grab me, stroking me as the water soaked us both. A moan left my mouth as I closed my eyes. With one last kiss, Lyra slowly made a trail from my chest to my dick and as she took me into her mouth, I steadied myself against the wall, pressing my hands into the tile.
“Holy shit. Don’t stop. God, you’re amazing.”
Lyra used the tips of her fingers to caress my balls until I felt like I was going to come.
“Wait, not yet.” I helped her to her feet.
“Why not?” she asked, wrapping her arms around me as the water poured around us. My hand traveled down her abdomen to rest between her legs. With a simple stroke, she moaned at my touch.
“Do you want me?” She nodded with a gasp as I stroked her clit. Her eyes looked pained, but I knew they were anything but.
“Tell me.”
“I want you, Dev. Please.”
“Turn around, lean down, and hold on to the tub.”
Lyra turned, and I caressed the hot skin of her back as the stream of water continued to shower us both. Droplets bounced from her skin as I grabbed the condom from the side of the tub. Once I’d rolled it on, I found her clit again and stroked her gently, teasing her as she waited for me.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she answered.
Slowly, I entered her, groaning as she consumed me. She felt like velvet and heaven and I couldn’t get enough of her. Taking my time, I continued to caress Lyra as I held on to her hip with my other hand, pumping in and out.
“Faster,” she urged me on.
Who am I to argue with that?
Increasing my pace, I could feel myself reaching my release. But I didn’t want to come without her.
“Lyra, are you—?”
“Oh my Gooooooddddd,” she cried out beneath me, her hips thrusting toward me, her clit pulsing beneath my fingertips. I could see her knuckles, white as snow as she clutched the sides of the porcelain tub. Feeling her come was enough to drive me over the edge. With one last thrust and a primal growl, I came apart inside her.
Slowly, she stood up straight and turned to face me, kissing me passionately as her hands threaded through my dripping hair. “That was… I have no words. Seriously.”
“Same,” I said.
“We should probably get clean now, huh?”
“I mean, we did dirty ourselves,” I said with a laugh. Lyra grabbed the bar of soap. “No, let me,” I said with a smile as I opened the door slightly to grab a fresh washcloth from the shelf above the toilet. She handed me the soap and I worked it up into a lather with the washcloth, gently massaging her shoulders and back before guiding her to turn and face me. Taking my time, I washed her breasts with the cloth. After the third time cleaning each one, she snickered.
“I think they’re pretty clean now, don’t you?”
“Maybe one more time,” I said with a smile before taking one nipple into my mouth and biting ever so softly, just enough to make her squirm. “Lift your leg up,” I touched her thigh gently as she placed her foot on the side of the tub. As gently as I could, I washed between her thighs. She squirmed again as I purposely teased her clit.
“I don’t have the strength,” she said, steadying herself with her hand on my shoulder. I took her hand in mine and kissed it.
Minutes later, we were both totally clean, satisfied and exhausted. With towels wrapped around our sopping wet hair, I grabbed another pair of boxer shorts and my Bears, Beets, Battlestar Galactica T-shirt for her to sleep in. We brushed our teeth in unison like an old married couple and went to bed.
We held hands while falling asleep, and I couldn’t remember a time when I’d ever been so happy. Or so in love.
I could only hope the ladies of my past would give it a rest so I could enjoy a future with the one woman I truly wanted. Because if they didn’t and I lost Lyra because of it, I would be a shell of the man I was at this very moment. The heartbreak I experienced with Trupti would be child’s play, a walk in the freaking park. In just a few weeks with Lyra, I’d managed to fall deeper in love than I did with Trupti after six years.
And it scared the bloody hell out of me.
Chapter 22
LYRA
Two weeks later…
The last couple of weeks since the engagement party had been fine… I’d seen Dev a handful of times and almost each time, he’d get a call from work. It was weighing on me, and I’d decided to finally bring it up tonight. All of us were going to Bennet’s for Monday Night Sports. It was the guys’ ritual, no matter what sport was in season, and every so often, they invited the girls along. Tonight was one of those nights. I figured after a couple of drinks, I could ask him about the calls and why he always went outside to answer them. And I couldn’t shake Craig’s words back at the resort…that Dev cheated on Trupti constantly with girls from work…
Was I a fool if I didn’t suspect he was doing the same to me?
I’d never been a jealous or possessive person. And I realized that most women liked to say that about themselves, but in this case it was true. I was always a confident woman who knew my worth and was determined to follow Jane Austen’s advice: Know your own happiness. My happiness was books, my friends, yoga, and my family. But with Dev entering the scene, I was feeling insecure in ways I’d never felt before. I wanted him. And I had zero intention of sharing him or being played a fool.
When he was with me, he gave me his full attention, treated me like a queen. Except for those calls…
While busy at work, my stomach growled. Loudly.
“Yikes, skip breakfast this morning?” Vern said as he placed a pile of dictionaries in front of me on the counter.
“Yep, I was running late.”
“Want to take lunch early?”
“Thanks,” I said, glancing down at my watch.
“Hey, beautiful,” I looked up to see my ex-boyfriend, and former professor, Hudson Arbendroth. With that chiseled chin and gorgeous hazel eyes, I was reminded of my original attraction to him.
Until I realized he was a pretentious douche. And not so great in bed. Still hot though… I always had a soft spot for anyone that resembled Paul Rudd.
“Hudson, wow, isn’t this a surprise,” I said, moving the pile of dictionaries.
“I had a meeting here with Vern, thought I’d say hello.”
“A meeting with Vern?”
“Yeah, the university is teaming up with you guys for a big conference regarding periodicals. Riveting stuff.”
I laughed. Hudson was pompous, yes, but he had a dry sense of humor that I enjoyed in small doses. “Vern was just here. Probably went to the bathroom. So, what’s new with you? Married again yet?” I teased. Hudson and I started dating when he was separated from his second wife.
“Actually, I’m still on the market. Know anyone who might be interested in that information?” He leaned over, cocking his head to the side. When he was my professor, that move used to get me all hot and bothered. Not anymore.
“Umm…” I began, not wanting to bruise his ego too much with my response.
“Hey,” I heard a familiar voice come from several feet away. I turned to see Dev, looking irritated. His brow was furrowed and his chin jutted out.