Seven
“You must convince my son to allow me to throw you a party,” Devon heard his mother whispering not-so-subtly to his bride across the table.
“You and I both know that I can hear you, Mama,” Devon said dryly.
Harry tried to stifle her smile as Mary Beth protested her son’s words. In truth, however, she was relieved that Devon was not keen on the idea of having a party in honor of their marriage. She was still getting used to the idea of being a wife to someone like Devon. Just the thought of meeting his friends – who all probably led privileged lives like the Montgomerys did – terrified her.
Mary Beth sniffed. “Very well.” She turned back to her daughter-in-law and said, “At least promise that you will visit me in the city soon.”
“Of course, Mrs. Montgo---”
“You must call me Mama now for I am also your mother.”
Harry’s eyes started to sting. I’ve never had a Mama before,” she said tremulously. Even her own foster mother had asked Harry only to call her by her first name.
Hilary’s disarming honesty had Mary Beth blinking rapidly as well. Devon’s mother knew herself to be vain and unemotional, a trait that she accepted without qualms. But her son’s wife was just so wonderfully sweet, Mary Beth couldn’t help feeling a little less vain and a little more caring.
“You made my Mama cry, Hilary,” Devon said with amusement. “I believe that’s a first.”
“Oh, shut up,” Mary Beth muttered crossly. But when Hilary gasped and started to apologize, Mary Beth waved the words away. “Don’t mind my son. He’s just like me, not wanting to be emotional.” She gave Devon a sly look. “He won’t be an easy man to love, my dear---”
“Mama,” Devon said warningly.
“But,” Mary Beth continued, “---once you’re able to find the key to his heart, he will be the best husband you can hope for.” For a moment, her eyes took upon a vague look, as if she had lost herself in a faraway memory. “In that sense, he is very much like his father.”
Devon was startled and just a bit discomfited. It was the first time Mary Beth had spoken of his father that way. Memories came back to him all of a sudden, and his face shuttered for they were memories he did not like to remember.
Mary Beth sensed the way Devon withdrew into himself, and her shoulders drooped a little. She knew exactly what Devon was thinking – or had started to think about – and she knew that she would never forgive herself for it.
Someone touched her hand, and Mary Beth realized it was Hilary.
“I promise you, Mama, I will do my best to be a good wife to Devon.”
A good wife was exactly the kind she had been unable to be one to her own husband, Mary Beth thought sadly, and Devon had known it. Not looking at her son, she murmured, “That is my greatest wish, Hilary. My son deserves a good wife, and I know you will be that to him.”
When Mary Beth left and the servants had been dismissed, Devon surprised his bride by sweeping her up in his arms before climbing the stairs.
Harry was stiff in Devon’s arms, clueless on what to say or do in this kind of situation. Her arms had automatically gone around his neck but she did her best to keep her hold light, afraid she would end up strangling him.
Devon pretended to drop her, and he smiled at the way she shrieked and tightened her arms around his neck.
When Devon chuckled, Harry realized that her groom – her husband – had only been teasing her. “What an awful trick to play,” she protested.
“But it worked, didn’t it?” he countered easily. “You were being too stiff.”
“I can’t help it,” she answered helplessly. “I don’t know what to do. I feel like…I still feel like this is all a dream---”
Devon cut her off with his mouth covering hers in a quick hard kiss. “Now,” he said as he lifted his head, “Does that still feel like a dream?” Although his bride was quick to shake her head, there remained a panicky expression on her lovely face, and he asked quizzically, “What are you nervous about? Are you worried that I’ll hurt you later?”
Harry gasped. “Oh, not that. I’m not...” She shot him an embarrassed look. “I’m not that clueless. I know that the pain of…that---”
“Sex,” he supplied helpfully.
Her cheeks turned rosy even as she said hastily, “Yes, I mean that. I know doing that for the first time will hurt, but I know it’s not…fatal.”
“Then what are you worried about?”
Unable to answer him right away, Harry found herself reaching out to play with the collar of his shirt, all the while waiting for him to tell her to stop doing it.
But he did not.
He only waited for her answer patiently, not seeming to care at all about the way she fussed unnecessarily over his collar, and this…awed her. How had this happen? How could she have the right to be this man’s wife and touch him whenever and however she wanted?
“Hilary?”
Knowing that she owed him the truth, she mumbled, “I’m just worried I won’t please you.”
Devon stilled at the words. How sweet she was, and her innocence and purity so rare it was like the finest ambrosia in a field of weeds, something to be cherished and locked away lest one was tempted to steal it.
“There is nothing for you to worry about,” he said finally.
Harry bit her lip. “You truly mean that?”.
“I only had to kiss you once,” he said gruffly, “and I knew that you would always please me.”
The words, as sweet as they were unexpected, had her impulsively kissing him on his cheek. When she pulled back, the first thing she saw was the surprise that flickered in Devon’s icy blue eyes…which then turned into a hard glitter of lust.
Oh!
Devon’s growl was her only warning, and then his mouth crushed his in another toe-curling kiss just as he carried her into his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him. Their lips remained fused as Devon lowered her to his bed, and she shivered in nervous excitement when Devon settled his body over hers. His hands cupped her face as he kissed her more deeply, his tongue sinking into her mouth again and again as he was starved and thirsty for the taste of her.
When he finally pulled away, her entire body was awash with sensation and she could only stare at him with wide, unblinking eyes as he slowly stripped himself of his clothing. “Next time,” he said huskily, “you will be the one undressing me.”
This had Harry gulping, and her husband smiled at the sight of it.
It was her first time to be in his bedroom. Every inch of it was imposingly masculine, but Harry couldn’t really concentrate on the design, not when her eyes were hopelessly glued to Devon as he revealed his impressive form bit by bit. He was bare-chested now and down to his trousers, making Harry gulp again as she saw the way his tight muscles rippled on his arms and the sculpted perfection of his abs.
Oh, oh dear. Harry felt faint as he padded towards her, his footsteps silenced by the carpeted floor.
“May I undress you?”
She could only nod, and her throat went dry as he pulled her to her feet. Again, she was beset with nerves as Devon made her turn around so he could work on the row of buttons at the back of her gown. It was over before she could draw another breath, the gown slowly sliding down to the floor. Her entire body shook as she placed her hand in his before stepping out of her gown, and she could feel herself turning pink all over when his heated gaze swept over her flesh, now only covered with lacy lingerie.
“You look good enough to eat, darling.”
She mumbled under her breath, “I’m not thin.”
“No. You’re not. You’re all womanly curves, and that’s what I love about you.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her close so she would stand between his knees. “You’re all woman, all lush curves, and heaven to touch…”
His whispered words were a seductive caress made potent by the sweeping movement of his hands, and Harry trembled as his hands shaped her sides, starting from the curves of her breasts, moving down to her waist and then on to her hips.
She held her breath when his hands went up again, this time to unclasp her bra from the back. She didn’t move a muscle as she felt the bra falling down to the floor a moment later. Even with her staring fixedly at the wall behind Devon, she knew he was staring at her breasts, which she had always felt were too big for her body, and an unbidden whimper slipped out of her mouth when Devon finally cupped her breasts, his hands large enough to hold all of them.
Devon waited for Hilary to look down at him, and when she did, that was when he squeezed one breast and took one nipple into his mouth. She gasped, her body stiffening, and as he sucked on her succulent nipple, he kept his gaze on her, enthralled by the way pleasure transformed her face into one of seductive beauty.
He sucked harder on her nipple, and a moan slipped out of her parted lips, the sound clearly shocking and embarrassing her. But for Devon, it was an exquisite sound. Momentarily letting go of her breast, the nipple popping out of his mouth, he held her by the waist to pull her closer before sucking on her other nipple.
Harry couldn’t stop herself from gazing at the way her husband sucked on her breast. It was such an erotic vision, and it made her body feel so strangely heavy. Between her legs, she felt something become throbbing and wet. She wondered dizzily how much more pleasure her body could take if this was what one kiss to her breast had already reduced her to.
She stiffened when she realized that Devon’s hands had gotten busy again, moving down until they stopped on the hem of her lacy panties. Her hands unconsciously settled on his rock hard shoulders, nails creating crescent marks on his smooth golden skin as she felt his thumbs graze over her lace-covered flesh. She bit her lip hard as Devon traced her folds with one finger, the lace becoming wet with his strokes. Between this and his mouth sucking on her nipple, Harry was made powerless, swaying weakly on her legs.
Devon’s manhood was aching hard against his trousers, telling him that he would not last a long time. Reluctantly, he released Hilary’s nipple, leaving one soft kiss on each breast before he focused on pulling her panties down her legs.
Completely naked now, Harry clenched her arms against her sides as she felt Devon stare at her. Her shyness faded when she saw the hungry look in his eyes. It was almost as if he wanted to devour her – and not stop doing it.
This made her gulp, and she gulped once more when he took her hand and guided her to the bed. He took his time arranging her, placing a pillow under her head and parting her legs so he could settle between them. She sucked her breath when he moved lower, and she couldn’t help whispering his name when she felt his breath caress the most sensitive part of her body.
He stilled.
Lifting his head, he looked up, his gaze meeting hers. “Say it again,” he demanded thickly.
The commanding note in his voice somehow made everything hotter and unbearably exciting. She whispered, “Devon.” And then she was crying it out. Once. Twice. She lost count of how many times she whispered, moaned, and whimpered his name. There was no way to think, not with the way he was kissing her. All she could do was make mindless sounds of pleasure, more so when his fingers parted her open, and his tongue swept inside her hot, molten without warning, Devon bestowing upon her the most intimate kiss of all.
The kiss destroyed Harry, turning her into a quivering, moaning mass of flesh, a doll that had only awakened to his touch. For a long time, he sucked her hard, his tongue thrusting in and out of her pussy in a way that made her wonder dazedly if it was possible to break apart at the sheer weight of one’s pleasure.
Harry was only able to breathe a little again when Devon’s mouth lifted from her skin. She thought it was over – didn’t know if she was happy that it was – but a moment later, she realized the brief interval was only so he could possess her another way.
Her body became rigid with shock as she slowly felt Devon push two fingers inside her. Already made wet and slick by his kisses, her core opened to his penetration, his fingers sliding in easily. His thrusts started at a leisurely pace, allowing her to relax, and Harry’s legs fell wide open.
When Devon felt Hilary relaxing, he made his next move. He slid a third finger in, and her hips moved as if to welcome the increased thickness of his penetration. When her hips started to move of its own accord, meeting every thrust of his fingers, Devon shifted up so he could finally take her to the heavens.
His lips closed over a tiny nub of flesh, and he started to tease it into life with his tongue. A scream of stunned pleasure burst out of Hilary, and the sound aroused him even more, urging Devon to suck harder. The thrusts of his fingers moved in rhythm with the flicks of his tongue around the nub.
“Devon,” she gasped. “Please…” Her fingers dug into his shoulders hard. She needed something she instinctively knew only Devon could help her reach. “Please, Devon…”
Hearing her beg made him groan with need. It was now or never, and Devon sucked on the nub hard. In a second, Hilary was screaming again, and wetness gushed out of her core, soaking his fingers. He didn’t stop sucking, keeping at it as her body kept shaking and shaking. When the spasms started to slow down, Devon knew it was time.
He raised himself and, parting her thighs as wide open as possible, he slid his hungry cock home.
“Devon!” Harry’s eyes were wide as she felt his manhood enter her. Both of them held their breaths simultaneously when they felt his cock meet the barrier of her virginity.
“This will hurt, Hilary,” he warned her roughly.
She clung to his shoulders more tightly. “Take me, please----ah!” His hard cock broke through her barrier. A feeling of fullness struck her – oh, how full she felt – and she gasped again, the sound mingling this time with Devon’s growl of pleasure.
Devon’s arms shook and sweat beaded his forehead as he did his best to remain still, not wanting to cause Hilary additional pain. Her womanhood was the tightest he had ever felt, her inner muscles squeezing his cock like a passionate embrace that he could easily get addicted to.
When felt her body struggling to accommodate the size of his cock, her inner walls expanding, he reached down to help her, his fingers teasing her clit back into life so that her wetness would make his possession less raw and painful.
“Ooooooh…” His fingers on her clit created the most exquisite sensation and served to somewhat numb the pain of his possession. Before she knew it, there was not even a sting, just a heavy, hard, demanding throb for her to move.
And so she moved. “Devon,” she whispered as she lifted her hips, causing his cock to move further inside her. The deeper penetration had her eyes widening, and she gasped when Devon pulled out. “No!”
He chuckled, answering her protest by simply thrusting back home.
“Oh.” But then there was no time to talk, no time to think. He was thrusting in and out of her steadily now, and all Harry could do was feel and enjoy every thrust of Devon’s possession. Sometimes, it was hard and fast. Other times it was painfully slow. She didn’t know what to expect, and it drove her mad with desire, making her beat his shoulders with her fists. “You’re teasing me,” she accused.
“I guess I am,” he answered with a low chuckle before teasing her even more by kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples hard because he knew this would make her ache even more.
“Devon!” Her body was on fire, the combined pleasure of Devon’s cock thrusting in and out of her and her nipple in his mouth making her mindless with need. “Devon, please, Devon, please, please, please…”
Devon’s hips lifted as he pulled out all the way. He shifted, wanting to hit her G-spot, and when he shoved his cock back inside, he did it as hard as he could and sucked on her nipple at the same time.
She screamed, her body flying as her second orgasm took over her completely.
As Hilary melted around him, the sobbing sound of her pleasure had Devon sucking her nipple harder and his thrusts becoming more frenzied. He shoved in and out of her, no longer in control, his mind focused only on one thing.
“Hilary!” Devon found himself gasping her name as he reached the peak of his pleasure, his seed bursting inside her even as he kept thrusting. Wave after wave of pure sexual pleasure crashed over him, and it was the longest orgasm he had ever experienced. Terrifying, too, because this orgasm not only claimed his body as hers. By the way his heart was beating hard, it appeared as if the most vulnerable part of him might belong to his wife as well.
And that would never do.