Page 57 of Hope and Country

My playfulness dissipated, replaced by a new urge of untamed desire and blazing lust.

My finger tipped her chin up, leveling our eyes.

“Devon, I—”

She moved to her toes to kiss me. “Say nothing. Just kiss me, okay?”

The air charged around us. With something loaded with meaning. And hope.

I nodded, unable to detach my gaze from hers.

Even if I tried, I wouldn’t have been able to explain what we were. Or what all this meant.

I sucked in a breath and forgot about the real world when our lips touched. We were not in a haste this time around.

I kissed the woman before me with everything I had, so she could feel how important she was to me. How lucky I was to have her here with me. How great we were together.

Entangled, we entered the glass shower, never breaking apart. I used the gel June got for her to massage every inch of her exquisite skin, taking my sweet time around her nipples, the curve of her ass, and between her legs.

Kneeling in front of her, I ravished her flesh with my tongue, licking the beads of water running between her round breasts, following their trail to her navel.

Devon’s breathing picked up when I continued my descent toward my ultimate goal. My endgame. My most cherished prize.

A soft yelp then a loud groan tumbled out of her mouth.

With both hands, I placed her against the tiled wall and spread her legs wider. My tongue outlined the length of one thigh, taking its time along the bend leading to her sweet spot. And then it did the same treatment to the other leg.

Devon shivered.

“Riley—I won’t—I can’t—I—”

I hadn’t even reached my destination yet when she was already turning into molten lava between my hands.

“Shhh…” I twirled my tongue over her entrance in long strokes. “Let the caveman do his thing, baby.”

Some sort of laughter mixed with a sexy grunt came out of her.

“Relax, lady. I promise it’ll feel good. Soon. Just relax till then.”

Another sound bubbled from her throat, and Devon tilted her head back, balancing herself on her arms on each side. I splayed one hand over her belly. She breathed out, and some tension left her.

“Yeah, like this.”

My tongue returned to its mission. My fingers joined the party. A loud cry enveloped us when Devon let go.

She watched me with stars flashing in her eyes.

“See. I told ya,” I said, moving toward her on my knees. The ceiling shower head shielded us from the rest of the world in a curtain of hot water. I tore open the condom foil I’d brought with me and rolled it over my pulsing cock. Devon straddled me, and sitting with her ankles joined behind me, our chest connecting, and our mouths starving, we pleasured each other with something resembling lovemaking. Devon’s arms locked around my neck as we both moved in sync, lost in our own bubble where no evil could ever harm us.

* * *

The next morning, we woke up entangled in the sheets, both of us naked and ready for another round. Devon wiggled her ass against my morning wood, toying with my sanity.

My fingers tickled her soft skin under the covers, and I grew harder as she squirmed between my arms.

“Morning,” I said, teasing the skin of her neck with my tongue.

Her hand traveled behind, and she fisted my erection, sending ripples of pleasure through me.