Fulfilling Promises (Red Starr, Book Five) (19 page)

“Hmmm, all you can eat then,” Devyn responded throatily, raising her arms over his shoulders while he reached behind her to unfasten her bra. Her fingers immediately delved into the back of his hair, pulling his head down once more. Their tongues played as he unbuttoned her jeans and then slowly drew down her zipper. Their breaths mingled together as one when he tore his lips from hers. “Only if I get to return the favor.”

Trigger’s adrenaline spiked at the challenge in Devyn’s tone. She’d always risen to any challenge he doled out and sex was no exception. Her shoes had already been removed, so it didn’t take him long to kneel and slide her jeans down her legs. He made sure to hook his fingers into her panties so they came along for the ride. He couldn’t resist leaning in and pressing his lips against the smooth flesh of her abdomen.

“You taste faintly of the sea spray off of the San Diego shoreline,” Trigger murmured, finally having her the way he wanted—unclothed, exposed, and vulnerable. There was something about an intimacy so profound as this that it made one think there couldn’t be anything more prevailing in this life but this moment. “Damn if I didn’t miss you, my wild woman.”

Devyn lay back on the table, opening herself up to him. She was offering him a gift that he wouldn’t refuse, although he wasn’t so sure she understood the significance of what she was giving him. It was much, much more than this moment and he reflected on that as he brushed his fingers over the inside of her right leg. He did the same with the left until his fingers met at her bare folds…just as he preferred.

“Beautiful.” Trigger pulled a chair up so he could completely enjoy himself and caught sight of her deepening green eyes as she rose up on her elbows. He purposefully took his time and wrapped his fingers around her ankles to position her small feet onto his knees. “I’m almost wishing I’d left the lights on.”

“I think we’re heating this place up to where we wouldn’t need the extra heat sources,” Devyn said, her raspy voice an octave lower than what it was normally. “Although I’m not so sure I’ll ever be able to eat on this table without remembering what you’re about to do to me here.”

Trigger was about to tell her that she wouldn’t have to remember since they would be together from this point on in their relationship, but he didn’t want this moment ruined with doubts. Things would work out the way they were meant to, and he fully believed this woman before him was meant to be his in every way that life had to offer. He proved his point when he ran a finger through her moist folds. Her lips parted with a sigh.

“Shall we take wagers on how quickly I will make you come?” Trigger inquired, gradually sliding his finger inside of her and then withdrawing it to skim over her swelling clit. “I remember distinctly you saying something before about being able to control your orgasms, only to have been proven wrong.”

“Once,” Devyn practically whispered the word as her head fell back in pleasure. “I lost control once, but that was because you used the showerhead. That spray was much too powerful and since it wasn’t just your touch…it didn’t count.”

Trigger loved challenges, but this one went beyond a simple dare. This was one he would set out to prove that he was the man who could render her unspoken submission. Did she realize that she was the only woman who’d found her way into his heart?

“Let me see what I can do about that,” Trigger said before opening her folds and truly tasting her for the first time since he’d been back. He closed his eyes and savored her sweet flavor. He started off slowly, running his tongue softly over the exposed bundle of nerves until her right foot slipped off of his leg. “Already?”

“Not by a long shot, Mr. Dixon,” Devyn laughed throatily, finally lowering her back to the table and lifting her arms above her head. She grabbed onto the other side of the table with her fingers and called him out. It was the smile on her face that captivated him. “But feel free to keep applying yourself.”

Perspiration coated her lovely body, giving the impression that she’d just gotten out of the shower. Trigger wanted to touch her everywhere and since they weren’t in any hurry, he allowed himself the time to enjoy what was right in front of him. He stroked his hands up and over her waist, cupping her breasts and using his thumbs and forefingers to lightly twist her nipples. He smiled when her back arched.

“Still quite sensitive, I see,” Trigger said with his mouth hovering over her mound so that she could feel the heat of his breath.

Devyn couldn’t bend her back and her lower body at the same time and he heard the slightest huff of aggravation. She hadn’t experienced even remotely the sexual frustration he wanted her to. He held both of her nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs, ever so gently squeezing the peaked nubs in a pinch while placing his lips around her clit.

“Oh, yes,” Devyn whispered as her toes curled into the denim of his jeans. He barely caressed her clitoris with his tongue, wanting to build her toward the impending orgasm until she combusted underneath his touch. He did roll her nipples while pressing harder on her clit, giving her body something to savor. “More.”

It had become quite the contest the last time they’d been together. Devyn would open herself up fully to him while allowing him to pleasure her until she couldn’t take anymore. He’d been successful every time, regardless of what she’d just said about the showerhead. They usually came together though, because he loved the feel of her sheath closing around his cock during her release.

Trigger circled her clit with his tongue, every now and then brushing right over it. The bundle of nerves was now quite swollen and he started to suckle the nub into his mouth with a rhythm matching his heartbeat. It rose with every passing minute. Devyn cried out his name when he didn’t relent and pull back like he normally would before securing a condom and taking both of them to those heights they strived to achieve.

“Shall we cool down a bit?” Trigger murmured, releasing his hold on her breasts and grabbing her bottle of water that had fallen to the floor. He took his time unscrewing the cap, only to then hold the bottle above her and allow the cool clear liquid to trickle over her skin. The sensation of the water immediately brought about lines of goose bumps over her sweltering flesh. “What about here?”

The chilled water dribbled through her folds, making him want to lick every drop of liquid off of her. Trigger set the bottle down on the table beside them and did exactly that. He also ever so slowly inserted his middle finger into her with his palm facing upward so he could stroke her sweet spot that always managed to get her to—

“John!” Devyn cried out, arching into him while holding onto the table’s edge behind her. “Just fuck me. Now!”

“I’m not even close to doing that yet, my wild one,” Trigger said, opening her up with his other hand so that her clit stood at attention. He also added a second finger so that he would be able to feel the waves of contractions as she came for him. “I want you begging.”

“I—”

Whatever Devyn wanted to say went by the wayside as he continued to finger her while suckling her clit into his mouth. He relentlessly kept up the pressure, not giving her body a break from the penetrating stimulation. He picked up speed, ensuring that the long strokes in and out of her pussy would prolong her pleasure. He also sucked her clitoris until he was able to pull more and more of the sensitive tissue into his mouth and caress it with his tongue over and over until she finally exploded.

Devyn’s chants of his name eventually fell into small whimpers as he unrelentingly prolonged her orgasm until her fingers were in his hair and pulling him up toward her. He eventually conceded and rose above her, capturing her lips and wondering what she thought of her own taste. He finally pulled away long enough to finish undressing, but it was only then that he saw her pointing a finger to her bedroom.

“Shit,” Trigger muttered, his cock so hard he started to worry if it wouldn’t be permanent. “Don’t move.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Devyn said, her body going limp as she let her arm drop to the table. She turned her head toward him, her green eyes shining with a mingling of satisfaction and longing. “Hurry up, Dixon.”

Trigger didn’t waste any time as he walked through the main room, down the short hallway, and into her bedroom. The entire time he felt the heat of her gaze, not minding at all that she was enjoying the view. Devyn had opened up the windows and started the large box fan so that a slight breeze could circulate, but it did nothing much for the temperature. He was sweating and he wouldn’t have it any other way. It was sultry nights with her like this that had carried him through until now. There was something to be said for the humidity at a time like this…it somehow made sex that much hotter. But it wasn’t just sex, was it?

“I still win, though,” Devyn muttered from her place on the table as he walked back into view. She was declaring victory when all Trigger could think of was that he never wanted to walk away from her again. The sight of her lying on the table with water droplets still hanging onto her skin was a sensual image he’d never get out of his head. He should have taken her with him before and he would do his best to rectify that in the future. He smiled, but she most likely misinterpreted the reason. She grinned in return as she summed up her reasoning on why she was the victor. “You used water.”

“I used water?” Trigger asked while reiterating her words. He reached out a hand and pulled her forward until she was on her feet. Devyn’s black hair swung from the momentum, but she set her palms onto his chest to steady herself. There was a happiness in her face he hadn’t seen since he’d returned to town and while she was justified…it was really nice to see the twinkle in her eyes. “You’re crying foul over a few drops of water?”

Trigger narrowed his eyes as he purposefully wrapped his hand around Devyn’s right wrist and turned her so that she was facing the table. He intentionally set both of her hands flat on the hardwood surface and made sure his chest touched her back while his cock nestled into the sensual crack of her ass. He rested his lips against her ear and held up the foiled package for her to see.

“That’s low, wild one. Really, really low…even for you,” Trigger murmured, loving when he could feel the shivers run through her body underneath him. He slowly rose until he had enough room to tear open the square package. “I won that one fair and square.”

“Really?” Devyn leaned down on her elbows, pushing out her buttocks and peering over her shoulder with a dare in those suggestive eyes of hers. “I wonder then…why does it sound as if you are protesting too much?”

Trigger never took his eyes off of hers as he purposefully took his time rolling on the latex and prolonging the sensual tension. It was like static electricity and it practically lit up the room as if they were on stage. It wouldn’t surprise him if they caught on fire the moment they touched, but he still took the chance and stroked one lone finger down her back. Sure enough, the heat was enough to cause her to arch her back even more.

“Let’s go another round, shall we?”

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evyn loved the
coarse sensation of his rough palm as he caressed it over the sensitive skin of her ass. His worn calluses only managed heighten her arousal, making her want more than just his touch. She was still looking over her shoulder as he rolled the rubber over his hardened cock and she realized this would never be enough. She wasn’t talking sex either. This…intimacy…with him was something she’d never experienced with any other man and he’d made himself a very special place in her life. Unfortunately, this town was where she belonged and where she would stay.

“Only one round?” Devyn asked, ensuring Trigger heard the challenge in her voice. She liked the fact that she could keep him guessing. “Tsk, tsk, John. And here I thought…this was more than an exhibition.”

“How about we shut off our thoughts and just appreciate the sensations?”

It wasn’t Trigger’s words that had interrupted what she’d been about to say, but the fact that he’d placed his rather large tip at her entrance. He was wide and long, both of which she appreciated very much as a woman. His shaft stretched her in a very satisfying manner and she had to grab the underside of the table for something to hold onto. Inch by inch, he slowly and gradually sank into her until she was completely full and then some. She could have stayed this way forever and she was grateful when he gave them both a moment to savor the overwhelming impressions of connecting intimately.

“I’ve missed you,” Trigger whispered gruffly, wrapping his arm around her and doing nothing else but holding her. Their skin fixed together due to their perspiration, but it somehow only made her feel more secure. She rested her forehead against the hard surface of the table, not just to acclimate physically…but emotionally. His sincerity was palpable, causing her to realize this wasn’t just about sex anymore…and she couldn’t do anything to stop the sudden rush of emotions she was having trouble sorting out. “More than you know, wild one.”