Chapter 26
Devolin
“Oh my God. Is this what heaven feels like?”
“It can be,” Dalton said, as he kissed his way back up my body. My very much sated and limp body. All because of his mouth and hands. Again.
As satisfied as I felt, the feel of his skin rubbing against mine, as his body covered it, had my blood heating and my nether regions aching once more.
So I did the only thing I could think of. I let the man lead and went along for the ride. If he could set me off like fireworks on the Fourth by simply eating me out, I wanted—no, needed—to know what his dick filling me would be capable of. After all, everyone knows that the actual deed is supposed to be better than anything else. At least that’s what I’d heard and read in my vast collection of erotic romances on my Kindle Fire.
I must have taken too long to respond because before I knew it, Dalton started moving off me.
“No!” I grabbed on to either side of his neck and pulled his face down, pressing my lips firmly against his. Licking the nip I bestowed his lower lip, a new burst of flavor hit my tongue. The unbridled taste of Dalton was still there, but there was an additional one accompanying it.
Is that me?
“It is,” Dalton broke me from my musings. I hadn’t realized I’d spoken my thoughts out loud. “And.” He pecked my lips. “I.” He smooched me a bit harder this time. “Like it.” He nipped my upper lip before kissing the sting away. “A lot.” Then he reared his head to look down at me, his gaze full of lust. “And I hope you like it too, because I can’t love on you without being able to kiss you.”
My next action conveyed that I was more than fine with his intentions. Pulling his head down to mine once more, I crushed my mouth to his, pressing my tongue against the seam of his lips until he allowed me entrance. Massaging his tongue with mine, I moaned into his mouth, my blood now up from a simmer to a boil.
Moving my lips to his jaw, I kissed up to his earlobe, then whispered, “Get inside me, Kip. I want to feel you.”
In the next second, Dalton pushed himself off me and the bed, then walked toward my dresser, grabbing his pants.
Getting up onto my elbows, I stumbled over my words. “W-where are you going?”
The man fished around in his pockets, throwing the jeans onto the floor, and flashed me that devilish grin of his, which made his dimples pop out. I’d make a point to lick them the next time he was smiling like that and within closer range.
He produced a foil square packet for me to see. “Condom.”
Coming to a stop beside me and the bed, the man proceeded to shove his boxer briefs down his hips and legs.
My jaw dropped.
The man was physically huge, so I wasn’t quite sure why I was surprised that he’d be the same below the belt.
“I love the way you look at me,” he growled.
My eyes flickered to his before going back down to his groin, then back up again, all the while licking my lips. “You’re huge!” I stated the obvious.
He proceeded to tear the packet and slide the condom down his length, stroking himself a few times.
I groaned at the god standing before me in all his naked, delectable glory. My perverted mind had me wondering if he’d ever be amenable to perhaps stroke himself to completion in front of me, if I were to request it.
Just as that thought occurred, the mattress dipped at my feet.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go slow,” he said against the skin of my belly, making my stomach muscles flutter.
“Can I watch you…jerk yourself off some time?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I smacked myself in the forehead for allowing my mouth to run away on me. This had Dalton bursting out in laughter, which was cut short when he took in my mortified state.
He gently grabbed my arm and pulled it down between us by the wrist. I still managed to avoid his gaze.
“Sweetheart?” My attention snapped to his as soon as I realized he was leading my hand to his lower stomach, downward until we’d reached his dick. Wrapping my hand around his girth, he covered it with his. I gave an experimental stroke, eliciting a hiss from him, his eyes never straying from mine. “Baby, if that’s what you want, then yeah.” His hand slid back to my wrist, then grabbed to remove my hand from his length before leaning in closer and kissing my knuckles. “I have no problems fisting my cock for you. I just expect a little entertainment while doing it.”
“You mean porn?” I inquired, then nodded. “I can do that.”
Lowering his body over mine, he smirked, shaking his head. “No, baby. Why would I want porn when I have you in the room?” I must have looked confused because he elaborated. “If I’m going to jerk myself off, I want it to be so I can watch you do the same to yourself.” Before my gasp could escape, the man plunged his tongue inside my mouth and devoured me like I was the world’s best treat.