Devlin's Darling

by Pearl Tate

  He’s my husband for all intents and purposes. He’ll never divorce me or abuse me. Just thinking about that has me realizing my parents would be very pleased for me. They would approve. And as stupid as it sounds that’s always been important to me.

  Devlin doesn’t answer, just reaches down and pulls my knit shirt over my head. Sucking in a breath, he tosses the shirt aside as if it offends him. “What’s this?” He reaches out and runs his fingers across my utilitarian white bra.

  “My bra? It’s just an undergarment women wear to support their chest.” I can’t help wondering if he’s disappointed I’m wearing one. “I want to see my marks. Compare them, you know? We match, right?”

  His arms wrap around me before he slides his feet to the floor and stands. I grab on around his neck frantically before I realize how stupid I’m being. It’s effortless with no grunting or hesitation. He has one hand under my butt like a child as he opens the door to the bathroom. It's nothing for him to stride over to the large mirror over the sink.

  Angling my body, I can see the marks are a little deeper in coloring than they were this morning. Looking at Devlin’s chest in front of me, I can compare them. His are darker but they’re identical in design. They remind me of Celtic Knots with the way the loops interweave. It’s beautiful.

  Getting a tattoo is something I never would have had the guts to do. As an artist, I appreciate any fine design but permanently marking my skin—with a needle, I would chicken out!

  “Can I remove your bra? We’ll be able to see your markings better and I can always support your chest for you.” His sexy smirk informs me he’s putting the moves on me. I don’t mind.

  Before I can overthink it, I reach back and unhook the clasp. He’s peering over my shoulder and as I drop the straps down my arms, he reaches up to help me.

  His eyes lock to my breasts and I fight my instinct to shield them. I’ve never felt so exposed but aroused at the same time. His jaw ticking makes me realize that he’s fighting his own internal battle.

  “They’re wonderful.” His voice is low and raspy. “Can I touch them now?”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  - Jenny

  Smiling, I nod, afraid that my voice with give away just how nervous I am. His fingers skim across an already taunt nipple and I suck in a sharp breath as it tightens even more. It’s almost painful the way they seem to respond to him. Aching. An empty feeling is blooming inside me.

  So, this is lust. The look in his eyes as he strokes over my breasts as if checking their weight and size. “Should I support them always for you?”

  Cupping them on each side, I laugh at his antics. “That might not always be appropriate. Not that I would mind!”

  Hopping off the sink, I dislodge his grip and at the same time my nipples brush down his chest. Oh, my! Running my hands lightly up his arms, I step closer and press into him, tilting my head back in invitation. He’s much too tall for me to reach, but I don’t have to spell it out.

  He pulls me up and my legs wrap around him, hitching my skirt even higher. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull his face in for a kiss. My tongue plunges into his mouth frantically. I want him. All of him.

  He must read my mind because he walks us into the bedroom, our tongues still tangling. Pulling back, he looks at me expectantly.

  “It’s so bright. Should I leave the bathroom light on and shut off the light in here?” I think about the clothing from Hannah. Should I take one into the bathroom with me to change into? Is that really necessary? “Maybe we should get ready for bed? We can get under the covers and snuggle?” He seems sure we can’t have sex, but we can do other things and I don’t want him to decide I’m not interested.

  He looks puzzled as he says something in his language. The lights overhead immediately dim. Cool! “This snuggling is rubbing against each other and holding each other tight?”

  Laughing, I wiggle from his arms onto the bed, covering my chest on autopilot. “Sure, but we can kiss too—if you want.”

  “Yes. I want that.” I nod in agreement as I snag one of the gray dresses and head back into the bathroom. Shutting the door, I take a minute to regroup. Looking at my flushed face, I smile at myself.

  How many times did I envision my wedding night? This isn't anything like what I had in mind. Different, but not in a bad way.

  Washing my hands, I swap my jean skirt and panties for one of the dresses. It’s shorter than anything I’ve ever worn before, only hanging to the tip of my fingers. But it looks like a nightgown.

  Did Hannah expect me to wear this out? I don’t know. I’ll have to get used to that idea. I feel so exposed.

  Opening the door, I see that Devlin has already climbed into the covers and he lifts it for me to slide in next to him. My body automatically relaxes as he gathers me into his arms, nuzzling my neck. He feels so wonderful, but I can tell he’s naked. What would it be like if I was too?

  Shifting my arms down, I pull up the gray dress and wiggle out of it under the covers as much as possible. He studies my face in the dim room for a moment and then smiles wide. Dropping back into the curve of his body, I tip my head back for a kiss.

  A shock of excitement shoots through my body at the total skin on skin action we have going on. Our legs tangle and I’m angled over his leg, our bodies completely flush. He's like my own velvet body pillow. His hands travel up and down my back as we kiss, each stroke down going lower. His next swipe dips into the crack of my butt.

  I bite back my gasp of surprise. It tickles. Before I realize it, his fingers have dropped lower. They dip into the soaked area between my thighs. Moaning, he pulls from kissing me. Did I gross him out? I can’t help how he makes my body respond.

  I gape at him when he brings his fingers to his lips to suck, moaning as if it's the best thing he's ever tasted. I gasp as if I’ve run a mile as my breathing picks up.

  “You are delicious.” His mouth crashes to mine and his tongue probes my mouth briefly before he pulls away. “See?”

  Scandalized, I just watch him. I’m at a loss for words. I didn’t expect that at all. It wasn’t bad and even now, I want more. More of anything he’s willing to offer.

  “Let me pleasure you with my mouth.” Okay. I’m still mentally trying to catch up. Before I realize what he intends, he throws the blanket back and I get my first view of him naked.

  He’s big everywhere and the baggy, doctor scrubs outfit he wore earlier hid all the beauty of his body. I try not to gawk at his cock, soft but so large, resting against his thigh. Startled, I don’t even register he’s slid his arms under me. He pushes me up the bed as he widens my legs to settle between them.

  Swallowing with difficulty, I watch him lower his gaze to his hands. They're wrapped around my hips, holding me open for his view. I shiver as he locks eyes with me and licks his lips, anticipation evident in every twitch of his body.

  “I love the way you smell when you want me. Your sweet arousal makes my mouth water in anticipation. I will lick and feast on your desire. It’s been torturing me all day.”

  “Wh… what?” My face heats as the implications sink in.

  “Yes. It’s drawn me, taunting and pure. You were made for me.”

  Well, that sounds romantic. “So, you can smell me? Really?”

  Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes as if he’s savoring my scent. As he exhales, his eyes open, locking onto mine. “You are all I want or need, Jenny. You make me experience things I thought I had no business to crave. I give you my word, I will honor you with my dedication for life as you honor me by sharing your body.” Sincerity shines in his intense gaze.

  Hesitating, I nod. “I want you too.” My whispered words make another smile spread across his face.

  Growling, his hands drop from my thighs to my hips as he shoves them under my butt. Cupping me, I gasp when his head lowers. In the next heartbeat, he licks me. His hot, slightly textured tongue runs from bottom to top as he moans, pressing me tighter to him.

 
; Tensing, I claw at the sheet below me, desperate to ground myself. The pleasure shoots straight to my head, and I arch my back, spreading wider for him. He’s circling my opening, spreading my folds, exploring me with abandon. When he hits my clit, I squeak at the overload.

  His head flies up and my eyes crack to see him looking at me anxiously. “It’s okay… I mean great. You just hit my clit. Super sensitive.” A pleased smile curls his lips before he chuckles and then lowers his head.

  Now that he knows where it is, he’s fascinated. Wrapping his arms back around my legs, he uses his fingers to spread me open to him. As he licks, he occasionally drives his tongue deep inside me. Every time he does, I squirm and moan and he holds me tighter to him.

  Locking his lips around my sensitive bundle of nerves, he teases without mercy. Moaning and thrashing, I’m worried he’ll kill me with the raw pleasure. I never could have imagined the intense feelings he’s creating. It’s too strong to withstand. He already knows exactly how to turn me on!

  I’m afraid to grab at him. His hair is getting as frenzied as I am, and I never asked if he perceives pain in it like skin. Instead, I clutch the pillow above me, lungs heaving with wheezing air.

  “Devlin!” I scream as my body jerks under him and ecstasy tears through me. Wave after wave of a climax so intense that I scream with each exhale.

  Devlin finally releases me from his mouth, nuzzling my thigh as he rolls onto his side. I’m panting as I try to pull my thoughts together. Shattered.

  That’s what I am. Shattered by pleasure. My mind has blown apart.

  “Jenny.” The bed shifts again next to me as he moves to lie by me. My eyes open slowly to see Devlin face to face with me. He’s hovering by my side as our gazes meet. “Look what you’ve done to me, my mate.”

  My eyes lower down his abdomen to see his massive, hard cock in his hand. He’s waving it proudly at me with a smile. Holy crap!

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  - Devlin

  It’s a miracle. One I never dared to hope for. My cock has been tingling all day but not hardening. If I had to guess, I’d say it was her cunt juices that did it.

  Even now I want more. Stroking myself, I’m breathless from the sensations. This is different from the way Canesta made me hard.

  There’s no pain or sensitivity. There are no areas that hurt or strange pressure at the base or my balls. And I’m leaking fluid from excitement. It’s also harder than it’s ever been before. Laying straight up to my belly, it twitches in anticipation.

  My mate doesn’t appear as excited as I expected her to be. Her eyes widen and there’s a healthy amount of shock—or fear. When she doesn’t respond, just looks at me warily, I lean in to kiss her.

  Her body is relaxed and sated from the release I gave her. “Did I please you?” Lovely blue eyes open wide to stare at me.

  “Oh, yes. It was wonderful, Devlin. Thank you.” Her hand is stroking my cheek and hair runs between us, fluttering across both our skin.

  Shifting her eyes down briefly, she looks up at me. “I thought you couldn’t, um…”

  Pulling her into my embrace, I roll towards her, squeezing her gently. “It’s you. It must be you and the mating bond.” Kissing her neck, I press my lips up her silky skin, along her jaw before meeting her gaze again. “Thank you.” My voice breaks with emotion.

  There’s nothing worse than feeling like you failed. And my life has been full of failure. When I could no longer perform with Canesta, I was crushed. Knowing the one small pleasure I was allowed would no longer happen… there are no words for the feeling. The whispering and backstabbing from others who were only kind because I was the favored one…

  “Awe. Devlin… don’t thank me.” Her hands are buried in my hair as she tugs lightly to get me to meet her eyes again. Licking her lips, she nervously twitches below me, and I barely hear her words. “It’s so big though.”

  I’m proud of how large I am, and my automatic response is to smile. But Jenny seems genuinely concerned. Perhaps she has never seen one so large.

  Reaching between her legs, I gently rub her release through her folds, and she whimpers my name. So sexy. “Don’t worry, sweetness. You’re soaked and we’re mates, remember?” She nods slowly. “It will fit.”

  Dropping more onto my back, I glance at her quizzically. “Do you want to climb on? You can go slow and put it inside you at your own depth and speed?”

  Her eyes widen and a small puff of her breath brushes my skin. “I don’t know.” Looking at the ceiling instead of me, she whispers. “I’ve never done this.”

  My body tightens in shock. This is so rare, it’s almost unheard of. I personally have never known anyone who's been the first with a female. I’ve been given a rare gift, but Jenny seems… ashamed? Her face has reddened, and she won’t look at me.

  She doesn’t meet my eyes even when I lean over her. “Jenny, look at me.” Her eyes shift until she meets mine. “I’m so thankful for you. I’m unable to put it into words. But I want you to know there’s nothing to fear from me. I wouldn’t even push this tonight if it wasn’t for what Selas said. It’s best to try to complete the bond.”

  She nods before reaching for me again, wrapping her arms around my neck and looking at me seriously. “I want this too. I’m ready to be with you in every way but maybe you could get on top and lead this first time?”

  “Of course.” I don’t mention I’ve never been on top before. We can share more details about our lives over time. Maybe. I wouldn’t want her to tell me about positions with her past lovers—if she had any. It’s still hard to imagine that no one has touched her body like this but me.

  I roll between her spread legs, our warm skin brushing until I get into a comfortable position. My cock rests just at her entrance as I brace myself over her. Her soft legs rub mine, as she shifts, lightly wrapping them around me.

  My cock pulses in anticipation and she freezes as it twitches against her. Hesitating only slightly, I lower my hand to cup her breast, pulling the taunt nipple towards me. She arches her back, pressing tighter into my palm and moans as I suck it deep, flicking my tongue over the hard nub.

  Pulling back, I study her again to gauge her arousal. I see so many emotions there—desire, passion, and a little fear. I growl as her tongue flicks out to wet her lips before I capture them. I plunge deep into her mouth like I’m dying to do to her cunt.

  “Say you are ready,” I urge when I draw back, still resting my forehead on hers.

  “I’m ready.” Her hips tilt and she rubs suggestively against my throbbing cock. “Take me now, Devlin.”

  I close my eyes briefly, trying to control myself. I have a prodding need to sink into her fast and hard. “Hold on to me.” She gently puts her arms around my neck. “Maybe wrap around me with your legs too.”

  She doesn’t hesitate at all. Her trust means everything to me as I feel her legs and feet brush the back of my thighs. Lifting her more, I position myself until I’m pressed against her depths with the tip of my cock.

  Her body is wet with need when I nudge against her entrance to penetrate her. I slip easily through her silky folds, missing the mark. Acting as if this has happened to me before, I calmly brace my arm on the bed. Suspending my upper body weight over her, I reach between us. The shaft of my cock is rigid as I hold it steady and line us up perfectly.

  Pausing there, I consider our size differences again. “I’ll go slow but tell me to stop if I hurt you.” She nods. I never considered the size difference before. But there are others with mates. Surely this would be discussed if there were issues. I will need to control myself and take my cues from Jenny.

  Her eyes widen as I press my thick crown against her. Breeching her opening, I concentrate on moving slow. She squeezes me unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. She's tight. So tight I’m worried I could be hurting her but as I watch her face, she only looks dazed.

  When I freeze, her eyes focus on my face. “How is it?” My voice is strangled as I try to
keep a tight rein on my body. For me, it's indescribable. Pleasure beyond anything I've ever experienced.

  “Wonderful.” She twitches on me, pressing me deeper. Moaning, I press forward as her body grasps mine, pulling me in. Her muscles stretch to accommodate me. My thick shaft slides through her smoothly, continuing to penetrate her.

  Jenny grips my shoulders tightly as I continue to slide inside her. Who would have known there’s such a thing as pleasurable torture? It seems to take a long time until I’m fully seated in her snug channel. Pausing, we smile at each other. Jenny is breathing hard but doesn’t seem in pain.

  I pause to give her a moment. I need one too. The sensation of being squeezed so tightly feels fantastic. “Are you good?”

  As soon as she nods, I peck her on the lips before withdrawing a few inches. Slowly, I push back in.

  A moan tears from her lips. My cock seems large in her tight body, but her slick release only increases around me. It’s as though she craves me as much as I do her. “I knew you would be incredible.” A groan tears from me as I rock into her and she twitches and arches under me. “Too good.”

  She cries out again in pleasure, her wet cunt gripping me perfectly. I’ve never experienced this level of sexual perfection. Looking back, what I did before was only the mechanics with a mechanical cock. Moving over her again, I repeat the slow thrusting but drive into her harder, needing more.

  Jenny cries out in agreement. “Yes!” As my shaft slides home inside her, my body rubs over her swollen clit. She tightens and twitches. It produces the same intense reactions as when I licked her.

  Angling my hips so I keep from crushing her beneath me, I begin a faster rhythm. I rub against her little bud each time my cock slides in. Her excitement increases below me, and she gushes around me on each thrust inside her.

  She tightens around me as I move faster. The incredible pleasure increasing. Without warning, Jenny’s walls clamp tightly around me. I notice myself swell inside her even more before my body seizes along with hers. Her channel milks me, twitching as I climax.