His slick thumb massages my ass, circling with gentle pressure. It feels so good as I relax back into the bed. His thumb slides past the tight muscles, working into my ass as he thrusts his fingers in my vagina. My body hums with pleasure from Devlin’s tongue and fingers. Devlin pumps his fingers and thumb in a torturous, sedate pace as he licks my clit, the euphoric sensations building.
Devlin fills me, my pussy and my ass clenching on his fingers.
“Please, more! I’m close, I just need—” Devlin hums against my pussy, pressing his tongue harder while he thrusts his fingers into the sweet spot deep in my core that pushes me over the edge. My back bows as I cry out. “Ah, god, yes!”
“Only me, baby,” Devlin murmurs while he works his fingers perfectly, knowing how to touch me to keep my orgasm going. “Only me.”
“Only you,” I repeat in a ragged whisper.
Devlin pulls his fingers free and shif
ts up the bed to kiss me. I moan into his mouth when his cock glides against my slick folds. It takes monumental effort to keep my hands pinned to the bed when all I want is to touch him. Devlin ends the kiss to lean over, retrieving a condom from the nightstand.
“Please.” I flex my fingers, glancing up.
A fond smile steals across Devlin’s face. “Touch me, baby.”
I grin as I sit up, skating my palms over the hard muscles and smooth skin, paying special attention to the cluster of shooting stars inked beneath Devlin’s heart. My short nails drag lightly down his chest. I savor the way his eyes hood and his head tips back slightly. I take the condom from Devlin and stroke his cock, meeting his intense gaze. Parting my lips, I take him into my mouth, sucking down the shaft and bobbing back up.
“Fuck,” Devlin groans, his hand cupping the back of my head. He threads his fingers into my hair, massaging gently. “So good. You’re perfect.”
I pull off and open the condom, rolling it onto his cock. He tips my chin up and kisses me. I fall back to the sheets and Devlin follows, entering me in a smooth glide.
“Mm, so perfect,” he whispers against my lips, bracing on his forearm and cupping my jaw.
As he moves, my body opens, welcoming the fullness and connection.
My attention snags on the twinkling stars on the strand of lights and the homemade galaxy we’re making love under. It fills me with a bright joy, feeling like I’m right where I should be.
Devlin moves in the same slow pace, rolling his hips in a way that drives my pleasure more intensely. A well of emotion bubbles in my chest, twining with the heat coiling in my core. With a soft, needy sound, I snake my arms around Devlin’s neck, holding on tight as he brings me to the edge over and over.
“Come here.” Devlin picks me up from the bed and sits back on his heels with my legs wrapped around him. He rocks into my pussy, hitting my sweet spot and filling me deeper. A rough sound leaves Devlin as he cradles me close, stroking the star tattoo between my shoulder blades. “You feel that?”
“Yeah,” I gasp, arms wound tight around his shoulders.
The emotion rises, misting my eyes. I capture Devlin’s lips, kissing him tenderly as we move as one, climbing higher and higher. As I reach oblivion, Devlin tenses with parted lips, rumbling as he comes. I hug him tighter, smiling against the side of his face as he strokes my back.
With an attentiveness Devlin only shows when we’re alone, he shifts us to the bed without breaking our embrace. He strokes my hair back from my face and places a soft kiss on my lips. So much devotion fills his eyes when he looks at me without any masks.
“Rest for a minute. Then we’re starting again.”
I chuckle, curling into his side. “Again?”
“Always.”
Our fingers trace lazily as we catch our breath. Gradually, our touch grows more insistent, more purposeful, until we’re chasing release again.
And again.
Devlin doesn’t stop touching me, even when we finish, too exhausted to go another round. He tugs my thigh over his legs and brushes his lips on the crown of my head as I rest my cheek on his chest, mapping my own path on his skin. His heartbeat drums beneath my ear.
A smile curves my mouth as his hand finds mine, tangling our fingers.
We’ve always matched. Our bruised hearts are intertwined and mending, tender and in need of the kind of love we give each other. We fit together, two broken shards showing off our damage by fusing together like my favorite Japanese art tradition, a delicate gold glue binding our hearts as one.
Fused together, we make a more beautiful work of art with proof of everything we’ve been through.
Forty-Six