“Miriam, I’ve never gone without, so it’s not like I know what I’m missing.” Staring hard into my eyes, he says, “Are you sure?”
If I’m honest, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure when I suggested it. But Devin keeps surprising me with glimpses of this sweeter, considerate side I never knew he had. Like cooking dinner for me, going to the trouble of getting tested even though he planned on using protection, and even asking me how my interview went his first day here. And it’s seeing that side of him that solidifies my decision. “I’m sure, Devin.”
Time stands still as neither of us so much as breathes. Then, like Father Time snapping his fingers, the world jolts back into motion. Devin doesn’t waste more time with words, just drops the condom, wraps his arms around my lower back, and marches straight toward the pool.
“Devin?”
“If you’re attached to those shoes at all, I’d slip them off now.”
My eyes pop wide when he follows his own advice. I barely manage to kick my heels into the grass as he splashes down the steps, clothes and all. From dozens of late-night swims, I know the water will have a bit of leftover warmth from the sun, yet cooled enough to feel refreshing on a hot summer night.
As soon as my toes break the surface, I relax in his arms and turn my attention back to him. He’s staring at me like he’s been promised dessert every day for a decade and just now got his hands on it. I’m about to be devoured, and I’ve never looked forward to something so much in all my life.
In seconds, Devin crosses the four-foot deep pool to the circular alcove on the other end that offers a stone bench for sitting with a small group of friends. When we reach the area, everything changes. It’s like someone cracks one of those movie set clappers and yells “Action!” Our bodies mesh together, our movements as fluid as the water ebbing and flowing around us. It’s not anything like the awkward first time of two people who have never been with each other before. Everything feels natural and organic, like we’ve done this with each other a hundred times. If dreams and fantasies count, then maybe we have.
Devin sits on the bench and pulls me down to straddle his lap. I eagerly grind down on his cock, frustrated that I still have a scrap of silk between us. I reach down to remedy the situation but get distracted when I graze the head of his cock. He groans in a pleasure-pain sound that infuses me with a sense of power. Forgetting about my original mission, I grip his shaft and squeeze as I pump him underwater.
“Fuck,” he grates through clenched teeth. “Naked. Need you naked.”
“Same,” I breathe out.
The next few minutes are a frenzied rush of fighting with wet clothes that cling to our bodies like leeches while our tongues twine together and we do our best not to break the kiss. His tie is the first to go, followed by my dress and his shirt. A bit more maneuvering and finally the pants, socks, and panties are all tossed aside.
Without preamble, Devin’s hand slips between us and a second later I’m stuffed full of his long fingers.
“OhGodyes,” I gasp as he fucks me with his hand like he did when I rode him in the grass. But this time, his fingers aren’t the end game. This time he’s priming me for his gloriously huge cock. “Devin, please.”
He palms the back of my head and pulls me down for a quick, punishing kiss before fisting my hair to hold me just out of reach. “I warned you about my stamina, Miri. I can do this all night.”
Miri. I’ve never let anyone shorten my name before, never liked it. So why does it sound so good when Devin says it? I frame his face with my hands and concentrate on forming words as thunderbolts of tingling pleasure light up my body with every thrust of his hand. “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.”
Turning my head for me, he places his mouth at my ear and growls, “Maybe I should drag this out as punishment for doubting me. Edge you again and again, holding your orgasm just out of reach.”
“No, Devin, please.” I’m too worked up to be disappointed that I’m already begging like a wanton virgin on prom night. Resting my forehead on his, I give in to my desperation and let it show in my eyes. “We’ve wanted each other for so long. You finally have me. I’m here, and I want you. I need you. Punish me later, but don’t make us wait any longer. Fuck me.”
He doesn’t verbally agree, but I recognize the moment he does. There’s a sudden emptiness when he removes his fingers, but the panic recedes when the smooth head of his cock notches snuggly into place and he controls my hips as he works me lower and lower onto his cock.
“Fuck, baby, you’re tight. Tell me if I hurt you.”
I nod, unable to get words through my quickening breaths. With every drive inside me, I stretch more and more to accommodate his size, and it feels so fucking good I want to cry. Needing more, I begin to control the speed, the force, the angle, but the water becomes too choppy. Before I can say anything, Devin stands up, turns, and poses me as easily as a Barbie in a matter of seconds. Now I’m standing on the bench, hands braced on the warm concrete with him driving into me from behind and oh fuck I’m gonna come!
“I’m close,” I pant.
“Not yet. I want my mouth on your cunt when you come.”
Oh God, I want that, too, but… “I don’t think I can hold off.”
“Then I’ll just have to make you come twice. For starters.”
His large hands grip my hips and pull me back, like he’s using my body to jerk off. I peer over my shoulder to watch him and almost climax on the spot. Sections of damp hair hang in front of his forehead, his gaze laser focused where his cock rams into my dripping hole, and every muscle and tendon in his godlike body stands out in relief as he pushes me closer to the knife’s edge of my orgasm.
When an especially strong thrust forces a moan from my throat, his dark eyes flick up to meet mine over my shoulder. As though I’d pulled him out of a trance, he curls one fist into my hair and pulls me up, arching my back so he has easy access to reach around with his other hand to strum my swollen clit.
“Change of plans, baby,” he rumbles into my ear. “We’re going over together this time.”
“Knew you wouldn’t last,” I say with a smug grin.
A deliciously evil chuckle sends tingles down my spine. “Oh, I can last. Always remember that everything I do has a reason.” When I ask him what his reason is, he lifts my right leg and places it on the edge of the pool, opening me up even more, allowing him to go deeper still. “I’m gonna pump you so fucking full of my come. Then I’ll stick my head between your legs, and when I shove my tongue deep into your hot cunt, I’ll know what I taste like mixed with a shot of honey.”
Oh. My. God. He can’t honestly mean—
My thoughts are severed when he pinches my clit and growls a command for me to come as he continues to pound into me like a jackhammer. My body obeys, exploding into a million stars to join the ones in the sky above us. I scream loud and long as I break apart, but the sound is muffled by a wet hand clamped tightly over my mouth. The warm lashes of Devin’s spend cause my hypersensitive walls to clench with aftershocks, milking him dry just like he wanted.
In the post-orgasmic hangover, I barely register that he’s pulled out and moved until he sits on the bench again and slips his head into place directly under me. It takes me a second to react. By that time he’s already gripping my ass with one hand with the other wrapped around the thigh of my bent leg, holding me firm.