When we got to his bedroom, he set me down in the middle of his bed and walked away. A few seconds later he reappeared with a towel, which he then used to dry my hair as much as he could. Once I was as dry as I could be, he rubbed his own hair until it was dryer before he tossed the towel off the edge of the bed and climbed up over me.
I spread my legs and wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he covered my lips with his and kissed me deeply. I could hardly believe Devlin Fitzpatrick was damn near naked on top of me. As we kissed, he reached behind my back and undid my bra. Taking his mouth from mine, he pulled the straps down and took the bra off.
“You have no fucking idea how badly I wish I could see this,” he murmured before he leaned in and sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue against my skin was incredible. My clit throbbed, and my pussy got wetter as he went back and forth between my breasts.
I slid my hands into his damp, silky hair as he kissed his way down my torso. A whimper escaped me when he stopped and dipped his tongue into my bellybutton. Gripping my garter belt said, “this stays on.”
I nodded as he continued kissing his way down my body. When he got to my red silk thong underwear, he ripped the sides with ease before tossing the ruined panties to the floor.
Burying his face against my molten core, he groaned. “I’ve dreamt of this probably five hundred times,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling the smooth skin of my mound.
“Me too,” I admitted.
My back arched as his hot tongue swiped across my clit. Devlin went from zero to sixty in under a second, his mouth devouring me desperately as he ate my pussy like he couldn’t get enough. He growled against me as he plunged two fingers inside and began to thrust them in and out. I gasped, rocking against his tongue as he fucked me with his fingers. The scrape of his stubble against my sensitive flesh set my body on fire. As many times as I’d imagined it, nothing had prepared me for the real thing. I could barely wrap my mind around how good his tongue and fingers felt on and inside of me.
“Devlin,” I moaned, my head thrown back as I ground myself against his mouth.
The sound of his tongue lapping against my clit was almost too much for me to handle. I tugged his hair as I came, crying out something nonsensical as he scissored his fingers inside of me, the movement making me that much wetter.
“Oh God,” I yelled. “Fuck!”
I was still coming when he came up and spread my legs. “Keep them spread,” he ordered.
Hearing him tug off his boxers made me frown because I wished I could see his cock. I’d felt it when I was grinding against him in the office, but I wanted more. I wanted everything.
Settling between my legs, he rubbed his head against my opening. “It’s going to take you a few seconds to adjust. I’ve got a big fucking dick,” he growled.
I moaned as he pushed the head in, my body struggling to accommodate it. Jesus, he wasn’t kidding. If the head was anything to go by his dick was massive.
“Don’t worry,” he rasped as he rubbed his thumb against my clit and slid a little deeper. “Bigger is better, Anya. Once I break you in, you’ll beg for it.”
I groaned as he leaned in and kissed me, his cock sliding in inch by inch. Ripping his mouth from mine, he made a tortured sound. “So fucking tight,” he groaned. “You gotta stop squeezing your cunt around me so hard, sweetheart. I need to control myself.”
I whimpered as my body struggled to accommodate him. Inch after inch sank inside, but the way he held himself over me said there was still more to go. Fuck, I thought, maybe it was better that I couldn’t see it.
When it finally happened and he was in me to the root, he hissed out a sound that made my pussy wetter than ever.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “I knew it.”
He rocked back and forth a dozen or more times as he got me used to his size, while his thumb rubbed against my clit to make me crazy.
“So wet,” he said as he picked up speed and started really giving it to me.
“Devlin,” I moaned as his cock rubbed areas inside of me that had never been touched before.
“Wish I could see,” he muttered. “Fucking need light. Dreamt of this, Anya. Knew you’d feel perfect on my cock.”
“Oh, God,” I cried as he fucked into me harder.