He ripped his mouth away and she moaned. “We don’t have to do this right now,” he said.
What? Her brain was a bunch of fried synapses that were never going to fire again.
“Would you rather wait? Or have dinner? It doesn’t have to be tonight, even.”
Being a gentleman was all cute, but not now. “Are you trying to kill me?” she wheezed.
His smile was slow. “I take that as a no.”
“I’m tired of waiting. I’m certain. Are you?”
“More certain than I’ve ever been of anything.” He paused. “I regret to inform you of one thing, though.”
“What’s that?”
“There’s only one bed.”
Her laughter trailed behind them as he carried her to the bedroom. She wrapped her arms and legs around him like a spider monkey and kissed his neck and cheeks, the stubble there making her lips tingle.
Her legs were wobbly when he lowered her to her feet next to the bed, but she steadied herself against the nightstand. The curtains in the room were closed, the midday sun peeking around them, their own sexy cocoon.
His fingers were economical and quick as he unbuttoned his shirt, but her mind provided a bass beat for her first private striptease. Each motion revealed a new, tantalizing slice of skin and muscle. His flat brown nipples were fascinating. She wanted to touch them, and then she remembered she could do exactly that.
He stood patiently for her while she took her time exploring his torso. Over the pebbled skin of his nipples, down the subtly ridged lean belly, around the perfect circle of his navel. She stroked her forefinger along his smooth flank and slowly moved around him in a full circle, trailing that finger over his back, along his other side, back to his belly button.
She faced him. “Pretty good view, sir.”
His face cracked a smile, but his gaze was hot. Still, he stood there, his body vibrating but leashed.
“I suppose I should be taking things off, too.”
His nostrils flared, but he neither agreed nor disagreed.
He was leaving everything up to her, she realized. Oh, fun. She quickly undid her head scarf. She wished she could have brushed out her hair—it didn’t fall out in a cascade of curls, but in a limp bun. Scarf head, her nemesis.
He didn’t seem to mind, though. “Do you need help taking the pins out?”
She could do her hair in her sleep, but she nodded and turned around. His forearm grazed her shoulder as he removed the pins from her bun, one by one. She counted them as he unraveled her.
Her hair fell down her back, and his long, elegant fingers combed through it. Her eyes slit in pleasure as he rubbed her head gently, taking away the pressure of her hairstyle.
She turned around and pulled off her shirt and pants, until she was standing in front of him in only a lacy bra and panties. “You’re overdressed,” she pointed out, and she’d had no idea she could sound so throaty and sexy.
His smile was slow and he stripped off his pants, and his boxer briefs, too. Her husband fisted his erection and stroked it, bringing a flush to her cheeks. No, her whole body. “What are you thinking?” he asked.
She answered without thinking. “That I hope we both like this.”
Dev’s chuckle was low and more confident than she’d ever heard from him. “Consider that my mission.” He crossed the distance between them and placed a kiss on her shoulder. Then along her neck. She tilted her head back to give him more access.
Her bra sagged as he unhooked it. Her panties fell on the floor, and then he was walking her backward, until the backs of her knees hit the bed. She sat down and he sat next to her, gently pushing her back to a reclining position.
She closed her eyes as his lips moved over her whole body. It was nice when he touched her nipples, but she gasped when he licked her belly. He paused, then did it again. He was plucking open nerve endings she hadn’t known existed.
When his fingers found her clitoris, she nearly jackknifed up, but he pressed her back down again firmly. He slipped off the bed to kneel on the floor. “Wait,” she blurted out.
Dev stilled immediately. “Yes?”
She hadn’t thought they’d get to oral sex right away. Jia rose up on her elbows and stared down at her husband’s face. His hair was tousled, his breathing fast. “Nothing, I wanted you to know I’ve really been looking forward to this act, but no pressure, I’m sure you’ll do great.”
He nodded. “Thank you.” He lowered his head and licked her, and she fell back.
Dev alternated his touch between soft and hard, quick and slow. This kind of kissing was new and a little clumsy, too, but he was a quick learner and totally attuned to her every sigh. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, until starbursts exploded.
Oh wait. Those starbursts were from him, and the orgasm he was giving her. She opened her eyes. If she’d had the energy, she would have pumped her arms and given a whoop of joy, but all she could do was give his head a single pat. His hair was coarse yet silky, and she stayed to pet it. “Nice,” she muttered.
He pushed himself up on his arms and moved, gently rearranging her limp body farther up the bed. Dev kissed her mouth, and then her cheek. “Condom,” she managed to say.
He nibbled her ear, making her shudder. “Already on. Don’t worry.”
When! But that was okay. He was right, Jia didn’t have to worry with Dev. There was no doubt he had her best interests at heart.
She embraced him while he slid inside her. It was a strange sensation. Tight and too intrusive. “Okay?” he asked.
Jia shifted, seeking some kind of relief from that overfilled feeling. “It’s not bad.”
His lips twitched. “I’d like it to be more than that.” He lowered his head and kissed her. While she focused on that, his hand slipped between them, finding the bundle of nerves he’d already skillfully finessed.
Her legs relaxed around his hips, and the fit grew easier. His body moved slowly, giving her plenty of time to adjust. She didn’t feel the urge to have an orgasm now, and while pleasurable, this wasn’t as good as what he’d done to her before. Still, she gained happiness in his facial expressions, the nerves he was stroking, the way his sweat dripped off his body onto hers.
When he came inside her, she stroked his sweaty shoulders and breathed as fast as him. Dev lifted his head and looked down at her. “Holy . . .” He shook his head. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah. Much better than not bad. Pretty great, actually.”
His chuckle was weak. He reached between them and slid out of her, and then staggered to the bathroom.
A stray thought whispered through her brain when he came back and she sat up straight as he got under the covers. “I’m supposed to pee.”
Dev looked vaguely confused, but he nodded, and she swung her legs off the bed. She pondered wrapping the comforter around herself, but that was foolish. He’d been inside of her. He was her husband. He was naked, too.
She was supremely conscious of his gaze on her bare back as she walked to the bathroom, but this kind of attention was nice, too. If she hadn’t been so blissed out, she would have watched him coming and going.
She glanced over her shoulder before she shut the door, and his eyes darted up from her butt. He gave a good-natured shrug. “Don’t mind me, just watching.”