Page 55 of Devoured By You
“Hey, come back to me, Tilly.” He flicked his tongue over my clit, sliding two blunt fingers inside me, getting me right fucking there.
“I’m here,” I gasped.
“Yeah, you fucking are.” He did something, I couldn’t even say what, and I shattered. My toes curled, my calves cramped, my pussy pulsed and throbbed, clenching around his fingers.
“Jesus Christ.” I squeezed my eyes closed as tiny sparks of pleasure continued to rip me apart.
“Come here.” Blay lifted me into the pool, hooking my legs around his waist. He slid inside me, the water, or maybe how wet I was, making it frictionless. “Fuck, Tilly.” He buried his head in my neck, the buoyancy of the water supporting me as he pulled out before slamming back in. His lips found mine, and he kissed and kissed and kissed me, his tongue mirroring his thrusts.
“I can’t… I… fuck.” He groaned, peppering my cheeks and lips and forehead with his soft lips. “Shit, God, I’m sorry. I can’t hold on.”
With a final drawn-out moan, he came, his dick jerking inside me, his large hands squeezing my arse, mashing me closer to him. He stilled, his breaths gradually slowing. I cradled his head, holding him to me as he withdrew. Setting my feet on the bottom of the pool, he looked at me, his eyes brimming with apology.
“Blay, it’s okay. In fact, I’m flattered. God, what a turn-on, making a guy like you lose control. I swear, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He shook his head. “I’m not apologizing for not making you come again, although I’m not happy about it.”
“Then what?”
He cupped my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks. “I didn’t use a condom.”
“Oh.” I wrinkled my nose, tackling the difficult subject head-on. “Are you worried you might have something?”
“No. Christ, no, that’s not it. I’m clean. I fucking swear to you. I’d never risk your health like that—yours or anyone else’s. It’s just… I want you to know that if I just put a baby in you, I will stand by you and our child every step of the way.” He grimaced. “I never have unprotected sex. Ever.”
“Ah.” I smiled, pecking his lips. “You’re pretty darned wonderful, you know that?” I kissed him again. “I’m on birth control. You’re good. But if I get an itch down there in a couple of days’ time, I warn you, I will throw you overboard.”
A laugh rumbled through his chest. “Noted.”
“And while we’re on the subject of unprotected sex, I’m clean, too. In fact, before you, I can’t remember the last time I had sex.”
“But you remember every time since, right?”
I narrowed my eyes. “An ego the size of Jupiter is an unattractive quality.”
“Just as well. Mine’s only the size of Saturn, then, isn’t it?”
Before I could formulate a response, he picked me up and threw me at least five feet. I went under, coming up for air, spluttering.
“You are dead.” I pushed sopping-wet hair out of my face and launched. I climbed on his back and ducked him under. He emerged from beneath the water, a grin puffing his cheeks. But by then, I’d already swum to the opposite side of the pool. He cut through the water with the grace of a dolphin, determined and focused. I hoisted myself out of the pool, sprinting toward the house. I paused outside the double doors that led into the enormous open-plan living area.
“Hold it, mister.” I put my arms in front of me. “Unless you want chlorine drips all over your pristine floor, you’ll concede the battle to me.”
One shoulder lifted in a “don’t care” manner. “It’s only water.”
He made a grab for me. I skipped out of his way, running into the house. Bracing myself on the other side of the kitchen island, I planted my hands on top and grinned.
“Whatcha gonna do now, stud?”
My stomach did several somersaults just from the predatory look on his face. I wouldn’t have guessed I’d enjoy the chased-by-your-lover game, but the fluttering in my chest and the way my thighs trembled in excitement told me everything I needed to know.
Yep. I bloody well loved it.
As easily as a cat climbing a fence, Blay leapt onto the counter and down the other side and had me in a tight hold before I’d blinked.
“To answer your question, Tilly”—he hooked one arm underneath my knees, put the other around my shoulders, and lifted me into his arms—“I’m going to take you to bed, and if you’re good, I might let you play with my toys.”
“If you’re good, I might let you play with them.”