I groaned at her words. I had no control over my actions anymore, not right now and with Devon so lush. So pink. So open and vulnerable.
“I’ve thought of us like this,” she admitted. “A lot.”
I leaned down so our mouths were only inches apart. “Me, too.”
She arched her chest, pressing her full breasts against my chest hair. I longed for the friction. Soft and hard. Light and dark. Smooth and textured.
I furrowed my brow, unable to control how good it felt to press against her.
“Do you want to know what you do to me?” I asked, my own voice gritty in my pounding ears.
“Yes.”
I ran my tongue along her lips, and she parted for me.
“Do you want me to worship every part of you? Do you want to come for me? Over and over?”
She shivered in my embrace and closed her eyes as if keeping them open would be too much. A slight nod of her head gave me the answer. And I didn’t need more.
“And I would, Devon.” I pulled back and waited until she opened her eyes and looked at me. “I would worship every single inch of you with my hands, mouth, and tongue. I’d make you see stars without penetrating your body.”
She thrashed and writhed underneath me. I had to get my clothes off before I exploded from the oppressive heat.
I reveled in the depth of her vulnerable submission. In the fact that she was giving herself to me. Trusting me. All the walls I’d so carefully erected crashed down around me in a flurry of mortar and ash. For years, I’d held back, buried my desires, for the sake of propriety and being reasonable. I didn’t want to be reasonable one more fucking second. Tonight, I would show Devon how I felt about her. I’d show her with my body how much I loved her. And nothing was going to stop me.
Chapter 10
Devon
I threaded my hands in Judge’s thick chocolate hair, tugged at the strands just like I’d always wanted to, and moaned so deep it felt as if it were erupting from the depths of my soul instead of my vocal chords. I couldn’t stop the erotic symphony. I didn’t even want to. It felt natural and right.
“Judge, I have something else I need to tell you.” I worried my bottom lip with my teeth. After I told him this new information, he might stop, even though he’d promised not to. He’d probably had hundreds of women over the years. But I’d never been with anyone. The little girl with a crush had thought it charming to save herself for the man of her dreams. Once I’d despaired of that every happening, no other boy-man could even compare to the incredible, masculine, and real man hovering above me.
He stroked my hair back from my face, fear lighting his eyes.
“It’s nothing serious, I guess. It’s just that, I’m… I’m…”
His words hung in the air like sweet smoke, sounding a lot like love. “You’re what, Devon? Are you cold? Are you hungry? Thirsty?” The entire time he questioned me, he stroked my skin until I thought I’d explode.
I worried my lower lip with my teeth, my heart racing. “I’ve never been with a man. Like this, I mean.”
Instead of rearing back in disgust or jumping off the bed and leaving me alone to wallow in my embarrassment, he used his torso to push me back down into a prone position. His hard body enveloped mine as he captured my lips with his. The searing kiss told me everything I needed to know. He didn’t care. Maybe my lack of experience didn’t mean as much to Judge, since he was such a gifted teacher. He could instruct me on his preferences, and I’d be an apt pupil. Any information he chose to impart, I’d soak it up like a sponge. Anything he ever asked for, I’d deliver it.
“You’ve just made me the happiest man alive, Devon,” he said on a hiss of breath as he stroked my face. “Let me show you how great it can be between a man and a woman. Before you leave this bedroom, you’ll be educated.”
In one deft motion, Judge swept a hand down my body and dispensed with my lacy thong until I lay completely bare under his body and under his gaze. And he looked. I tried to keep my eyes open and drink in the intensity of his gaze but every so often, my eyes fluttered closed against the intimacy of it. Everywhere he touched me with that soulful gaze, I ached as if his fingers, lips, or tongue had touched it. God, how I wanted him to touch me. I let my legs fall open just a few inches, wanting to display myself for him, some hypnotic and magnetic pull yanking at my knees. Judge hissed in a ragged breath as he stared at my pussy, the lips throbbing with desire for him.
“Wider, Devon. I want you open for me. I want to look at you until I can’t stand it anymore. Only then will I touch you. And taste you.”
He lifted his gaze to meet my eyes. My full breasts strained and my nipples pebbled into hard nubs. My soft, rounded stomach tensed and in that moment, I lost my nerve. My confidence plummeted and my hands moved of their own accord in a vain attempt to cover my naked skin. Judge reached down and gripped my wrists tight enough to guide my hands back down to my sides.
“What’s wrong, Devon? I don’t want you to ever cover yourself in front of me. Every inch of you is perfection. Beautiful. Don’t hide from me the thing I desire most.”
I wanted to believe but too many years of bullying and bad dates without even a kiss goodnight tugged at my shaky confidence. I dug deep, wanting to fly on the wings of my love for him but I just couldn’t. He put his pointer finger under my chin and lifted it, forcing me to meet his stare again. I looked away and then clamped my eyes shut in another show of defiance. Using my insolence as a defense mechanism and it seemed I’d been hiding behind it ever since his car had pulled up to the curb an hour ago.
“I’m…” I darted my tongue out to moisten my lips because I’d been unable to say more than just that one word. He worried my lower lip with the pad of his thumb and a new flood of moisture pooled between my legs.
“You’re perfect. That’s all. And I don’t want to hear anything else because it’s just not true. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you naked and splayed out underneath me.”
“It’s right, you know.” My heart spiraled into a free fall because this might be the moment it ended.
“What’s right?” He didn’t stop staring. He didn’t stop touching. I thought I might come out of my skin. I’d never felt like this before. Striving, reaching for something I couldn’t quite grasp. Afraid to let myself fall into an ocean of Judge Copeland.
“Him. I’m a cow.”
Judge leveraged his torso so he could lean over me, and he slid his palms on both sides of my face. “You’re wrong. And since you won’t listen to reason, I’m going to show you.”
He reared back on his haunches and settled between my legs again. I stared at the ceiling, not believing this was really happening.
“Let’s get back to where we were. You’ve tightened up again.” His hands accompanied his words, and he seemed to pay extra special attention to my stomach, worshipping that area with his talented fingers. “I asked you to spread your legs, Devon. Don’t disobey me.”
I shut my eyes, no longer wanting to even have the vision of the swirled ceiling floating across my consciousness. I just wanted to feel every subtle nuance of his touch. My muscles twitched as I willed them to move and my legs fell open. Obviously, that wasn’t good enough for him because he put those large palms on each of my knees and shoved. My pussy was bared, my quivering lips parting.
“Much better.” Even though I couldn’t see it to verify, I knew he stared at my woman’s core. The heat of his gaze burned me, branding me as his. Judge was the first man who had ever looked his fill, and I wanted him to be the last. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Ask me then.”
My throat felt so tight, like there was a lump in the center of it. This couldn’t be possible. Didn’t he know how hard words were for me in this moment? Damn it. I’d told him that I’d never done this before. I wanted him to take the lead. But he wasn’t going to. At least not yet. H
e wanted to make me beg. “I want you to touch me between my legs.”
“Show me what you like, Devon. I want to know so it’s perfect. This night, it’s all about you.”
I’d masturbated before but only under the dark cover of night and as quickly as I could. Every single time I’d ever touched myself, this is what I’d imagined to get myself off. Him. And now it was happening but I couldn’t will my hand to move.
“I can’t.”
He placed a warm palm over mine and stopped it from fisting the bed sheets. He guided my hand until it lay just on above my straining pussy. “You can. I’m asking you to do it. For me.”
The ‘for me’ part undid me. With a tentative movement, I fluttered my fingers downward until I could feel the extreme heat radiating from my nether lips. Wetness flooded the area and I knew there was probably a small puddle underneath me. I couldn’t control my body when it came to Judge but he didn’t seem to mind. If only I could stem the constant rise of embarrassment over not knowing exactly what to do. All I wanted to do was to please him.
When my hand dove deeper, I slowly spread my fingers through my folds. The pleasure was instant, but it was also because of the way Judge looked at me… savoring the experience with the depth of those soulful eyes. His gaze alone felt like an intimate touch even more than the feel of his body against mine.
He lowered his gaze to my hand and watched my movements with an eagle eye, as if it turned him on to learn my hot buttons. I let myself go, feeling safe enough to give my body over to heights of pleasure I knew I could only reach with him. But in the next instant, he reached out and took hold of my wrist.
“Stop. I want to touch you now.”
Please. God, please touch me.
The first touch of his fingers sent me straight up over the edge. In that moment, I knew things would be forever different with this man. I knew he could get me to peak without even touching my aching clit. I’d be ruined for every single other man after this night. No. I wouldn’t think about it. Even though I knew it would end, it had to end, I wanted to savor the incredible feeling of being physically claimed by the man I loved with every fiber of my being.
I was a quivering hot mess, so ready to take his cock inside me, feel it impaling me, stretching my untried body to capacity. If I could have spoken, I’d have begged him like some kind of hussy.
His hands left the juncture of my thighs to run up and down my legs, paying special attention to my sensitive places. I moaned, I writhed. As much as I wanted to stay silent and not give too much away, remaining still proved impossible. Although I couldn’t articulate words, my throat could produce little moans and mewls and I used them to tell him what I liked best.
Once he’d touched every inch of my lower half, his big hands kept moving up my body, stroking and caressing my skin, circling my belly button and drifting higher. When they reaching my straining breasts, he cupped both mounds in his large hands, pushed them together and used his thumbs to flick the turgid peaks. If possible, my nipples hardened even further. Hovering at the intersection of pleasure and pain.
“Am I making you feel good, Devon?”
I could only nod and moan. I opened my eyes and made the mistake of looking at him. His expression… it contained lust and passion. Desire. But it also contained tenderness and something that looked a lot like love. Could I really believe that this incredible man had feelings for me?
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good, because this is about you and making you feel good.”
I struggled to breathe as my brain misfired, not able to put two rational thoughts together that made any kind of sense.
“Lovemaking will always be about you. It’s my job to make you happy. To bring you pleasure. I take it very seriously.”
Chapter 11
Judge
I wanted to show her that a real man would put her needs above his own. I wouldn’t stop until she came. Multiple times. And this first one needed to happen soon because my cock ached with such intensity, it had tented the front of my pants. But I didn’t want to get naked yet. I couldn’t trust myself due to my raging desire for her. I wanted her first orgasm to soften her, make her wet and wanting. Otherwise, my size wouldn’t allow for the pleasurable experience I wanted for her first time. I had Devon and I intended to keep her. The last thing I wanted was for her to dread intercourse. I wanted her to crave me and my cock. I needed it. Because after this small taste of her luscious body, I knew I’d never get enough.
I paid special attention to the perfect and full mounds of her breasts, making the tight skin at the peaks red and hard from my soft and harder caresses. Just when she’d settle down from my butterfly touches, I’d pinch her nipples, making her writhe and moan again. I found myself striving for those strangled and yearning sounds she’d let escape from her throat. I craved them because I’d caused them. I was causing my intelligent and coy Devon to lose all physical control. I’d never felt like more of a man. Her hero.
Staying away from her all these years had been the hardest damn thing I’d ever done in my life. And now, I didn’t have to stay away ever again. And I wouldn’t. Because I wouldn’t stop until I owned Devon. Heart, body, mind, and soul. I wanted everything. And if she didn’t give it, I’d take it.
I cupped her face and smoothed my thumb along her bottom lip until it quivered. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I can’t even remember when it started.” Aware of what I’d just said, I shook my head because it wasn’t like that. I hadn’t even thought about her lush body until it had been appropriate to do so. But once I’d started, it had been impossible to stop the craving. It had settled bone deep inside me.
“Our age difference doesn’t bother you?” she whispered, her lips parting with her words.
“I don’t even see your age. You’re an adult. I’m an adult. There’s not even two decades between us. And you’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like this. Look at what you do to me, Devon.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she took in my straining cock. “I can’t even control myself when you’re around. The sight of you, the smell of you. That day that we saw each other again when I saved you from that dipshit? I knew you were in the vicinity. My cock tightened during class, and I could have sworn I smelled your essence. But for damn sure, I felt you. From the moment I realized I wanted you.” I smoothed my fingers down her neck, across her breasts, and down her stomach to rest just on top of her slick heat. “Since the moment I knew I wanted you, I haven’t been with another woman. I couldn’t give myself to anyone else, physically.”
She panted now on the breath of my admission. And it was true. It was so damn true. I’d become so good at masturbating to her image, I’d never looked at another woman in a sexual way. Devon took my sanity away, stripped me bare as she lay naked beneath me, my hands on her most intimate place, the auburn fall of her hair spread out over my pillow like a sprinkling of red maple leaves.
“The only woman I want to possess is you.” What I wanted more than anything was her complete trust and surrender. Only then would I know she was truly mine. “Now that I have you, that I know you want me as much as I want you, I’m never letting you go. Ever.”
“I want to be yours. I’ve always been yours.”
The vulnerability and innocence lacing her expressive face became my undoing. I had to make this so good for her. This first time. I had to hold back my own passion to take care of hers.
“You know I’ll protect you,” I stated. Not leaving any room for interpretation.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I know you will. I trust you.”
“You were mine before I even understood what was happening. If I look back, into the past, into my heart. I see you there, Devon. You never left me, even when we were apart.”
Her breath hitched, and I leaned down and captured her mouth in a gentle kiss.
She dusted a kiss to my forehead, whispering, “I understand what you’re saying.”
That admission meant more to me than anyth
ing. I couldn’t articulate my feelings in words in spite of my honors degree in English. I could plagiarize some from Keats or Byron. Or Shakespeare. But I’d rather show her with every cell of my aching body.
I slipped my hand behind her head and gripped the nape of her neck, pulling her toward me so I could press the full mounds of her breasts against my chest hair. I wanted to feel them. I wanted to feel her womanly essence. My mouth hovered close to hers but I didn’t capture her lips again, content to watch her as a myriad of pleasurable expressions flittered across her features. Once her breasts were locked between us, my cock strained at the friction, looking for an opening into her body. I pressed my dick against her again, letting her feel its steely length, letting her know that all ten inches would be inside her soon.
“I’m going to make you come so many times, Devon. You won’t even be able to see straight. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for so long. Wondering. Fantasizing. All about the expression on your face when you come hard, my name torn from your lips.”
“Judge… I want you naked, too. Please.”
I gave a low growl at the word please. My undoing. “I’m going to show you how much I care about you. Every single second we’re together.”
“Kiss me again.”
Our tongues tangled together, searching for something and finding it. My dick ached with a need so great, I had to ground my erection against her inner thigh, finding some relief in the slight friction.
Devon’s musky scent permeated the air, her pussy so wet her arousal was palpable. I inhaled, wanting to become intoxicated on it. Intoxicated with her. I couldn’t get enough.
She lifted her hips, seeking mine, her pussy rubbing along my leg. She was right, I needed to get undressed, to be naked and get some blessed relief once the kiss of cooler air touched my fevered skin. I’d already divested myself of my shirt, but my pants had to go. I stood up to work on taking them off. My cock was hard, aching, and I needed to release it from the constraints of my boxer briefs… needed to have it deep inside of Devon.
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