The bed is still here, the comforter the one she’d chosen when she redecorated last, and it matches the throw pillows on the chaise lounge tucked into the corner and catches the same colors in the curtains.
“It’s a beautiful place,” she says, poking around the bedroom, running her fingers over a loveseat, peeking into the sitting room and the large walk-in closets.
“Where did you live?” I ask, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. I don’t belong here.
“Ooooh, on the other side of the city. A walk-up that kept me in good shape. I might have been doing well at the Times, but my salary didn’t compete with the cost of living. Plus, I was helping Mom and Talia. There wasn’t a lot of money to go around. Speaking of that, thanks for paying for Talia’s rehab bill. You shouldn’t have.”
“I wanted to. Something like that shouldn’t cost money. She thanked me at Beau’s, and you’re welcome.”
She stands uncertainly in the middle of the room, like she wants to initiate intimacy but afraid I’ll rebuff her. I fucked up in the truck, but I had my reasons for saying what I did. I don’t want her to get in over her head and regret it. She might come out of that without getting hurt, but I don’t have much left of my heart and I don’t need it shattered. I need something to hang onto if she decides a future with me isn’t what she wants.
“There’s more if you want to see it. Upstairs.” I shove my hands into the pockets of my jacket. I forgot to take it off, and I’m starting to sweat. I need a painkiller, a drink, and to go to bed. The tension has me twisted in knots and I need to relax. It would be helpful if Devyn could give me another massage, but I don’t want to ask if she’s angry.
“No, thanks. I think I’ll brush my teeth and go to bed. Do you want me to sleep here? With you, I mean?”
“I want you to do whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“I want to be with you.” She crosses the room and wraps her arms around my shoulders, brushing her lips along my jaw. “I love you. I don’t regret saying it, and I’m not taking it back. You don’t have to say it to me. The look on your face when you stormed into Beau’s apartment will be enough for a little while.”
She leaves me standing alone in the bedroom, and though I know she’s only going to retrieve her suitcase to find a toothbrush, the seconds are too much and I hold my breath until she’s with me again.
Devyn slides between the sheets naked, and I feel like a fool for putting on a pair of pajama bottoms. I didn’t want her to think I expected sex, but if she’s offering, I won’t turn it down.
She curls her body into mine, nuzzles my cheek with her lips, her hand roaming my chest and down farther until she’s circling my cock.
“We don’t have to,” I say chivalrously, but I want to be deep inside her more than anything.
“Maybe we don’t have to,” she says, yanking my waistband down just enough for her to slide on top of me and cover me with her heat, “but I want to.”
I clench my teeth as she adjusts, my cock surging, enveloped tightly inside her. “You could have let me get undressed.”
She sits up, taking every millimeter her body will accept. Her hips are generous, her waist narrow, and her breasts are high and firm. She’s a goddess sitting on top of me, her hair spun gold swirling around her shoulders. Resting her hands on my chest, she moves until the tip of my dick threatens to slip out of her. “Do you want me to stop?”
Gripping her waist, my fingertips sinking into her soft skin, I push her back down, and she laughs. “No.”
“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” she says, moving back and forth, so wet, my cock gliding in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm.
I squeeze her delicate pink nipples, and her muscles clench around me. It’s all I can do not to burst before she finds her release. I want her to come first.
She sits up and finds her clit. Closing her eyes, she rocks her hips. She’s so beautiful. For now, she’s mine, but I don’t know how long it will last.
“Rick,” she whimpers.
I nudge her hand away and finger her clit, wanting to be the one who makes her come. I love feeling myself inside her, how we’re joined.
“I’m coming,” she whispers, but she didn’t need to tell me. I can feel her all around me, not only my cock, but her energy, her spirit, it twists around us. If she wouldn’t have told me she loves me, I would have felt it, her emotions saturating the room. As the orgasm surges through her, her cum leaks down my hips.
I want to be on top of her to find mine while riding out hers, but I can’t spare the precious seconds to ease into a position that wouldn’t hurt my back. I grip her waist and encourage her to move, and bracing her hands on my chest, she takes the hint, riding me in vicious strokes until I slam her down onto my cock one last time and come, spurting hot inside her until I’m completely empty.
She lowers herself on top of me, gasping, her skin soaked with sweat.
I kiss her damp shoulder and brush at the hair that’s fallen into her eyes.
“Tell me again you didn’t want to do that,” she says against my mouth.
“I didn’t say it a first time. I was trying to be courteous.”
“I’d rather you be courteous naked.”