Page 81 of Cross the Line
‘Greedyandimpatient,’ he teases, kissing his way back up my body. ‘But fine. I’ll take my time with you when we do this again.’
Again. We haven’t even gone all the way, and he’s already got me thinking about how mind-blowing the next time will be. After how quickly he got me off with only his fingers, I can only imagine the kind of delicious damage his tongue can do.
‘Take those off.’ I motion to his jeans. I want to see all of him too. If he thinks I’m impatient now, he’s in for a surprise. ‘Hurry up.’
‘All right, all right,’ he concedes, laughing as he rises from the bed and finally undoes the top button of his jeans.
I observe, rapt, as he drags the zipper down, taking in his black boxer briefs and the bulge behind them when they come into view. But when he pushes the jeans down his thighs, I gasp.
‘You have atattoo.’ I push myself up onto my elbows to get a better look at his left thigh, where there’s a mosaic of blooming flowers, a roaring tiger, and lines of script in various languages that I can’t fully make out. ‘Iknewit.’
Dev snickers as he steps out of his jeans and once again kneels in front of me on the mattress. ‘Don’t tell my mom.’
His position gives me a better view of his ink . . . and more. ‘Your secret’s safe with me,’ I promise, but my mouth is suddenly dry.
I want to lie back and look at him, but I want to touch him more. I sit up straighter and hook my fingers in the elastic waistband of his underwear. He leaves his arms hanging at his sides, letting me do what I want. I suck in a sharp breath when I pull down on the material and his cock springs free.
‘Oh my god.’ I don’t even realize I’ve murmured the words until he speaks.
‘Don’t worry, baby,’ he says, voice rough. ‘You can take it.’
I’m not so sure, but I’m no quitter. Especially not when I’ve been waiting for so long. I curl my hand around him. My fingertips don’t even come close to touching.
His sharp intake of breath barely registers. I’m too focused on the sight in front of me. ‘You gonna do something with that?’ he asks, finally garnering my attention. ‘Or should I show you what I want to do with you?’
I swallow, searching for my voice. ‘The second one.’
‘We can make that happen.’
He has me flat on my back in a flash, his hips slotted between my thighs, boxer briefs gone. There’s nothing between us now. My legs part easily for him. They’d go much further, but they shouldn’t, unless I want to find myself in a Belgian emergency room to pop my hip back into place.
My stretch marks and surgery scars don’t bother me much any more, but I’m still sheepish about having to advocate for my comfort. I shouldn’t be embarrassed, I know that. It’s a condition I have no control over, and it’s a fact of my life. Always will be. And yet, I’m flushing from head to toe, trying not to shrink in on myself as I lock eyes with Dev.
‘Be gentle with me, yeah?’ I whisper, cupping his neck as he braces himself on his forearms.
I don’t have to ask him. He knows how to handle me. He has for my whole life. Still, I say the words for my own peace of mind.
‘I know you can get your leg behind your head. Stop playing.’ He punctuates the joke with a soft kiss. Then he pulls back enough to murmur, ‘I promise I’ll never hurt you.’
This man could snap me in half, and I’d say thank you. But if I want this to happen again, we have to be careful.
Our lips catch and release, lazy and sweet, but our breaths are growing heavy, and my impatience takes over again.
As if he can sense it, Dev runs a hand down my body and dips two fingers into me, and a moan falls from my lips. ‘You ready?’
‘Please,’ I choke out.
That’s all the encouragement he needs. He flicks his thumb over my clit as he drags his fingers back out. My wetness glistens on them as he grips himself and aligns with my opening.
Oh god, this is it.
The head of his cock nudges against me, meeting a little resistance as he notches inside. I breathe through it at his murmured insistence in my ear, and soon, I’m lifting my hips for more. He sinks into me inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to the feel of him, to the way he stretches me, fills me. I expected pain or more discomfort. It’s been so long since the last time I had sex, and there’s no way around it: he’s huge. But he does it with such ease and care that I’m convinced we were made for each other.
‘Fuck, you’re so tight,’ he groans against my neck. Lifting his head, he studies me. ‘This okay?’
I nod. The accompanyingyeslodges in my throat, and all that escapes when my lips part is a breathy moan.
He rocks back and forth to stretch me a little more, his motions gentle but sure, and then he’s seated fully inside me, his hips pressed against mine.
