Devon's POV...Second Love Scene

Devon's very happy with their arrangement to be lovers...But though he doesn't know it, there's more going on than he wants to admit.

He let her taunt and tease him for about ten seconds before he took over the kiss. Slipping his hands from her waist to her back, he hauled her closer, tilted her head back and enjoyed.

     She was soft and warm and absolutely edible with no makeup, bare skin and hair that brushed his knuckles when he angled her head. Everything about her called to something in him, tempted him, tantalized him.

     “Ever have sex in a kitchen before?”

     “Oh, that’s just naughty. My mother would faint then call the board of health if she knew.”

     “Who’s gonna tell her?”

     She laughed against his mouth as her supple breasts pushed against his chest, causing him to realize she wasn’t wearing a bra. His hand immediately found it and squeezed. It melted in his hand, filling his head with ideas and making him so hard he could have taken her right then and there.

     In fact, that’s what he decided to do. He rose, lifted her from the stool and set her on the breakfast bar – barely missing their lasagna dishes. In one fluid movement, he had her shirt off, baring her breasts for him. He bent and took the first in his mouth, pulling and drawing until he thought his erection would explode from the sensations of having her.

All to himself.

Anytime he wanted.

Or at least after nine in her parents’ house.

She groaned her pleasure and squirmed a bit, letting him know she was as turned on as he was. He’d never met a woman like her. Quick to arouse. Eager for the fun of sex. Not just the romance. Though they could be romantic too. It was as if their moods and needs matched perfectly.

     Taking the second nipple into his mouth, he slid his fingers down her back and inside her yoga pants. Using both hands, he lifted her butt, dragging the pants down.

     “Whoa! Wait! Are you seriously thinking of having sex on my mother’s counter?”

     “I think it’s a little too high.”

     He scooped her off the counter, carried her to the couch, dropped her, and had his jeans off before she could fully sit up. To hell with his shirt. He hadn’t ever had this feeling of urgency. This feeling that if he wasn’t inside her in ten seconds, he would miss something fantastic. He joined her on the sofa, lying on top of her. She raked those pretty pink fingernails down his back and he just went crazy.

     He yanked her panties off and plunged inside her. She was as wet as he’d expected she’d be and as hungry. Though he’d fully intended to take whatever time it took for her to climax, he need not have worried. She came almost immediately, arching her back, pressing her breasts against him as her orgasm pulsed around him. Feeling the waves, he let go.