Devin growls and starts up a slow ryhthm, torturing us both with the sweet devastation of friction without penetration. “Your panties are already soaked. You want my cock that badly, baby?” In response, I recapture his lips and suck his tongue deep into my mouth. He groans as he breaks away to rip the foil packet with his teeth. “Good, because I’ve waited six and a half excruciatingly long months to be balls deep inside you.”
Jesus, the things he says. My hips start to roll of their own volition, needing more. The last thing I want to do is make either of us wait a second longer, but I still stop him as he drops the hand holding the condom.
“Wait.”
Devin freezes. The muscles in his jaw jump as he works to restrain himself. “Too fast? We can slow down.”
“God, no, don’t do that. But I had a thought. What if...”
“You’re killing me here, sweetheart. Spit it out.”
“What if we went without?” I glance at the condom in his hand.
His eyebrows shoot up. “You serious?”
Biting my lip, I shrug. “I have an IUD, and if we’ve both been cleared since our last partners...”
“Miriam, I’ve never gone without, so it’s not like I know what I’m missing.” Staring hard into my eyes, he says, “Are you sure?”
If I’m honest, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure when I suggested it. But Devin keeps surprising me with glimpses of this sweeter, considerate side I never knew he had. Like cooking dinner for me, going to the trouble of getting tested even though he planned on using protection, and even asking me how my interview went his first day here. And it’s seeing that side of him that solidifies my decision. “I’m sure, Devin.”
Time stands still as neither of us so much as breathes. Then, like Father Time snapping his fingers, the world jolts back into motion. Devin doesn’t waste more time with words, just drops the condom, wraps his arms around my lower back, and marches straight toward the pool.
“Devin?”
“If you’re attached to those shoes at all, I’d slip them off now.”
My eyes pop wide when he follows his own advice. I barely manage to kick my heels into the grass as he splashes down the steps, clothes and all. From dozens of late-night swims, I know the water will have a bit of leftover warmth from the sun, yet cooled enough to feel refreshing on a hot summer night.
As soon as my toes break the surface, I relax in his arms and turn my attention back to him. He’s staring at me like he’s been promised dessert every day for a decade and just now got his hands on it. I’m about to be devoured, and I’ve never looked forward to something so much in all my life.
In seconds, Devin crosses the four-foot deep pool to the circular alcove on the other end that offers a stone bench for sitting with a small group of friends. When we reach the area, everything changes. It’s like someone cracks one of those movie set clappers and yells “Action!” Our bodies mesh together, our movements as fluid as the water ebbing and flowing around us. It’s not anything like the awkward first time of two people who have never been with each other before. Everything feels natural and organic, like we’ve done this with each other a hundred times. If dreams and fantasies count, then maybe we have.
Devin sits on the bench and pulls me down to straddle his lap. I eagerly grind down on his cock, frustrated that I still have a scrap of silk between us. I reach down to remedy the situation but get distracted when I graze the head of his cock. He groans in a pleasure-pain sound that infuses me with a sense of power. Forgetting about my original mission, I grip his shaft and squeeze as I pump him underwater.
“Fuck,” he grates through clenched teeth. “Naked. Need you naked.”
“Same,” I breathe out.
The next few minutes are a frenzied rush of fighting with wet clothes that cling to our bodies like leeches while our tongues twine together and we do our best not to break the kiss. His tie is the first to go, followed by my dress and his shirt. A bit more maneuvering and finally the pants, socks, and panties are all tossed aside.
Without preamble, Devin’s hand slips between us and a second later I’m stuffed full of his long fingers.
“OhGodyes,” I gasp as he fucks me with his hand like he did when I rode him in the grass. But this time, his fingers aren’t the end game. This time he’s priming me for his gloriously huge cock. “Devin, please.”
He palms the back of my head and pulls me down for a quick, punishing kiss before fisting my hair to hold me just out of reach. “I warned you about my stamina, Miri. I can do this all night.”
Miri. I’ve never let anyone shorten my name before, never liked it. So why does it sound so good when Devin says it? I frame his face with my hands and concentrate on forming words as thunderbolts of tingling pleasure light up my body with every thrust of his hand. “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.”
Turning my head for me, he places his mouth at my ear and growls, “Maybe I should drag this out as punishment for doubting me. Edge you again and again, holding your orgasm just out of reach.”
“No, Devin, please.” I’m too worked up to be disappointed that I’m already begging like a wanton virgin on prom night. Resting my forehead on his, I give in to my desperation and let it show in my eyes. “We’ve wanted each other for so long. You finally
