ran his fingers through my hair. “And, um, if you’re not in too much of a hurry to take off…” He nodded down the hall, a wicked glint in his eyes.
My knees went weak. “If I was in a hurry, I’m not anymore.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Devin’s grin made my entire body hot all over.
We rose, and Devin laced our fingers together and led me toward his bedroom.
In a matter of seconds, we’d kicked off everything and climbed into bed together, and holy fuck. I’d thought I could walk away from him? From someone who could make me feel this way just by kissing me and touching me and being naked against me? What was I thinking?
It didn’t matter now, because we were back. The first time we’d been in bed together had been exciting and new and terrifying, but tonight it was like coming home. Not because I was out of the closet and in bed with a man, but because I was in bed with Devin. I didn’t care about performing or measuring up. I just wanted to hold on to him until I had absolutely no doubt this was real and not a dream.
Like this, I was sure of myself in ways I’d never been with anyone. I knew I could make Devin come, and I knew I could make him gasp and arch and moan, but mostly I knew I didn’t have to be perfect—in bed, in our relationship, in life. Devin knew me in ways nobody else had ever bothered to, and he was still kissing me and touching me like I was his biggest fantasy come true. Tangled up with him, there was no pressure, no stress. Just hunger.
“I want you so bad,” I said between kisses.
His lips curved against mine. “I’m all yours. As long as you want me.”
Kissing him deeper, I held him closer. “Think we should put the fire department on speed dial?”
Devin laughed, and oh my God, that was even better than the sexy moans and gasps. I loved the way he laughed, especially in bed. When he was so relaxed and so into it and so completely at ease—what could I say? It was a hell of a turn-on.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered. “I just want you to feel good, and I—”
“Fuck me.” He dragged his hands up my back as he pressed his hips against mine. “There’s lube on the…” He nodded toward the nightstand.
Fuck him? Fuck yes.
I got the lube, and we spent a long, lazy time kissing while I fingered him. He always loved being prepped forever, and tonight was no exception—long after he could easily take two fingers, he was rocking his hips in time with my hand while our kisses muffled his soft moans and those little gasps that drove me wild.
Finally, though, he grabbed my wrist.
“Now,” he murmured against my lips. “Don’t… Don’t wanna wait anymore.”
“Neither do I.” I kissed him again as I slipped my fingers free. “Turn over.”
He did, and I was even more jittery than I’d been when I’d come to his door tonight. It wasn’t nerves, though—it was straight-up excitement surging through me. I needed him so bad I was shaking, and it was a goddamned miracle I didn’t come the second the head of my cock pushed into his ass, especially when he whispered, “Fuck.”
I’d have said the same thing if I could’ve breathed at all. As it was, I was lucky I managed to hold myself up and ease into him, and I just reminded myself over and over to take it slow and not come and go easy and please, please, don’t come yet.
And damn it, I wanted to touch him more. Kneeling behind him was hot, but there was way too much untouched skin.
“Go all the way down.” I leaned forward. “On your stomach.”
Devin sank onto the mattress, and I followed. Sighing against his neck, I rocked my hips and slid deeper inside him. Fuck…he was so hot. And he was here. And no matter how bad I thought I’d screwed this up, Devin was here, and he was murmuring soft little pleas for my dick as I held him close and rode him as slowly as I could. Fast and rough was fun, but I needed to feel him tonight. I needed to remind myself over and over, with every touch and kiss and stroke, that we’d made it back, and nothing had been done that couldn’t be undone.