Chapter 12
Devon wished she’d requested a dark corner instead of the fireplace front and center, where everyone’s eyes landed when they entered the restaurant. They had no privacy as their legs locked under the table and they ate holding hands as much as possible. He watched everything she did during dinner with rapt attention. Every time she licked her lips or closed her eyes when she savored something delicious he stopped and watched her, and smiled.
The pressure deep inside her belly grew into a dull ache that demanded release. Her body was giving her all the signals that life for her was about to change. She would no longer be the same woman she was tonight. She would feel the touch of a man’s hands on her body, a lover’s touch. She wanted him to be the one. What happened in the future would have to take care of itself when the time came. She was going to give this night as a gift to herself. An indulgence she’d never allowed herself to dream might happen.
Outside the restaurant he walked her to a nearby park bench. Sitting down, he patted his knee. “Let’s talk, Devon.”
She did as instructed and sat, leaning her head into the firmness between his neck and shoulder. His arm was wrapped around her, holding her tight against him. Every time she inhaled, she absorbed the scent of him. She heard and felt the steady thumping of his heart, matching her own.
“Where would you like to go?”
She sat up. She’d not thought about that, but of course he had.
“I want it to be special,” he whispered into the side of her face as he kissed her hair.
Special? How could it not be special?
“We can go back to Sophie’s—“
“No.”
Just the way he said it made her panties wet.
“I didn’t bring anything. I mean I was expecting we’d go back there.”
“Were you, really?” His thumb and forefinger held her chin. His lips rubbed against hers. “I want to make love to you, Devon Brandeburg, and I want to do it right.”
His warm lips tasted of the delicious Merlot they’d had with dinner.
“I can’t think, Nick. You’re going to have to do that for the both of us.” She looked up at him and delivered a message she hoped he’d like. “I trust you.”
After another lingering kiss, he got up and took her hand. “I have an idea.”
They’d entered an intimate reception area with walls decorated with maps and drawings depicting early California history. Artifacts of early settlers in the Sonoma Valley were displayed in glass cases throughout the lobby area. A large fireplace large enough to stand up in was at the end of the room. Nick checked them in and told the evening manager there was no luggage. That elicited a quick glance toward Devon from the man with dark horn-rimmed spectacles.
Beyond the handmade metal doors the courtyard was filled with sounds of water. They followed a paver-tiled walkway up around the side of a building in back and walked past a water wheel slowly pouring buckets into a koi pond slowly. The pond overflowed into a series of moats and rivulets that circulated all around the courtyard area.
They mounted steps to a pair of hand-hewn doors with a stucco wall separating them. Nick inserted a skeleton key into the doorway at the left and opened it, escorting her into a large room with tall rustic-beamed ceilings. Centered on a wall covered in old paintings, maps and hanging tapestries was a huge four-poster bed. Directly across the room was a roaring fireplace.
Devon was suddenly shy and her hands felt cold. She went to the fireplace and extended her palms to warm them. Nick stepped behind her and embraced her waist, resting his chin on her right shoulder.
She closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of his strong arms about her body. The breakneck speed with which she had fallen for this guy worried her a little. But then she remembered his words, “I will never do anything to hurt you.” She did trust him, and knew he told the truth.
“You want anything?” he whispered.
“No. Well, yes, but nothing you can fetch. It’s right here.” Her hand reached back behind his head as she arched into his upper torso. His long fingers migrated up from her waist to the bodice of her dress and breached the low neckline to find her. She loved the sensation of his hands exploring her body.
When she turned, his green eyes were alight with the fire’s reflection. The orange glow highlighted golden strands in his hair and his reddish stubble. She lay her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. His hands lazily sifted through her hair, rubbing her shoulders. She liked that he was patient, not urgent, though she knew he felt the same intense anticipation she did.
He brought her over to the bed and sat her down. Dropping to his knees, he removed both her high heels and smoothed his palms up her calves to her thighs. His thumbs crossed over her flesh until they met in front. He hooked his fingers on her panties and removed them under cover of her dress.
He stood up and lifted her to him, unzipping her dress while kissing her neck. Her hands felt the muscles in his back ripple as he lifted his arms and removed her dress.
Her shyness came back as she locked her fingers together covering the apex of her legs. Naturally, that was where his eyes focused.
He licked his lips and said, “I’ll take it very slow, Devon. You tell me if you want to stop, and I’ll stop.”
She nodded, putting her forehead just under his chin. His fingers played her spine and migrated down to squeeze her bottom and gently press her against his erection.
Devon began to unbutton his shirt, kissing down the center of his sternum. The light dusting of hair smelled musty and sweet. She continued unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out of his jeans as their kiss became heated, as their tongues intertwined and she tasted his passion.
He quickly threw off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the ground. His penis rubbed against her lower belly and he guided her hands to him, moving them along his shaft. She was surprised at the texture and feel of him, the delicate skin and tracery of veins on the underside.
She wasn’t afraid.
Last article of clothing was her bra, which he removed, bending to kiss each of her breasts, one at a time. She kissed the top of his head and soothed his temples with her fingertips.
“Come,” he said as he pulled back the coverlet on the bed. Large satin pillows fell to the floor. The cream sheets were cool as she sat, then slid under the covers. Soon he joined her and their bodies lay stretched out flesh to flesh, touching the full length as much as possible.
He moved on top of her and they kissed. His pushed his knees between her legs and she found herself straddling on his thigh. She clutched him with her knees and felt him press against her sex. A dull ache in her stomach made her gently slide up and down his thigh, pressing herself against him in an attempt to relieve it...
One of his fingers found its way up between her nether lips, rubbing her *oris in circular motion, which made her jump. He rimmed her opening, massaging and spreading her folds. He slowly inserted his forefinger inside her and watched her arch up and roll her head back into the pillow.
He kissed her body from her belly button down to the beginning of her mound.
Raising his head up, he said, “I want to taste you.”
“Yes,” she had no choice but to say, “Yes please.”
She raised her knees as his tongue found her nub, which he sucked. Then he slowly delved his tongue into her opening, alternately kissing and sucking her labia. Instantly she was wild with sensation and began to thrash from side to side as he stimulated her * and feasted on her sex.
“Tell me if you want more, Devon,” he whispered as he came up for air.
She was rubbing the top of his head, massaging his temples.
“More,” she sighed.
He continued to lap her most sensitive region, patiently stopping to kiss and then alternating with a biting nip on the inside of her thighs.
Something was building deep inside her and suddenly she wanted him buried deep inside her. “Please. Please, Nick. Come here. Show me. Teach me.”
He stopped and wrestled with something in his pants, which turned out to be a foil packet. She sat up to watch him place the condom over his cock and smooth it down to its base. Her fingers moved over his tip and down one side of him. His rigid member was now engorged.
Nick crawled over her and pulled her body down the bed, and then pinning her hands at the wrists with one of his own. He angled his penis at her entrance, rubbing back and forth along her labia. On one pass, he pushed through inside her, slowly and insistently pressing into her core. She expected to feel some pain but there was none.
He was moving in and out of her slowly, skillfully alternating between rubbing up and down against her sensitized flesh, pushing slowly into her and pulling back out.
He put his arms under her back and pulled her down on him by the shoulders, and that’s when she felt the pain of him being deep inside her. Her little moan brought kisses to her neck and breasts. He pulled back and went deeper still and again she whimpered involuntarily. His rhythm was slow and deliberate. Each stroke filled her and then leaving her vacant, wanting more.
At one deep thrust, she felt another sharp pain.
“You okay?” he said as he stopped.
“Don’t stop.”
Nick chuckled. “Who knew the ice queen could be so insatiable. I love being inside you, Devon.”
“I don’t feel like an ice queen. I feel like your woman.”
He hesitated for a second. Devon wondered if she’d said the wrong thing.
“You are.”
He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and pumped in a gentle motion until she thought she’d explode, he was so deep. Every stroke made her see stars. Suddenly in a burst of spasms, she felt like she’d been turned inside out. Every part of her sex was tingling and inside her muscles clamped down on him. She was sure it was an orgasm.
Nick’s control left him and he began to spasm in consort with her.
“Baby, baby,” he whispered.
As their breathing slowed, she cradled his head on her chest, loving the feeling of him covering her body, legs tangled, sheets mussed. His kisses continued between her breasts and up under her chin, and then slowly they ceased.
Minutes went by while she played the scene over and over again in her mind, knowing it would be something she would never want to forget. And then when she heard him breathing heavily she realized he’d fallen asleep.
She didn’t want to move. He was still barely inside her so she was careful as she lifted the comforter back over them both, hoping he’d stay there.
Where he belonged.