Chapter 17
Aria’s POV
My body arched involuntarily as he continued his exploration. "Devon—"
"And this section," he continued, his voice husky as he pushed my dress up around my waist, "is entirely too vague. We need to be very specific about deliverables."
Devon hooked his fingers into my underwear and pulled them down my legs in one smooth motion. I gasped as the cool air hit my exposed skin. His hands pushed my thighs apart, and he positioned himself between them, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at me.
"Devon," I whispered, my voice catching in my throat.
"Say it," he demanded, his fingers tracing circles on my inner thighs, moving closer but never quite touching where I needed him. "Say you want this."
I swallowed hard. "I want this."
He smiled, satisfied with my admission. His fingers finally moved between my legs, stroking deliberately along my folds. I was already wet, my body betraying how much I wanted him despite my reservations.
"Look at you," Devon murmured, sliding one finger inside me. "Already so ready for me."
I moaned as he added a second finger, my hips rising to meet his hand. He worked his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace, his thumb occasionally brushing against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
"Please," I gasped, my hands clutching at the sheets.
"Please what?" He withdrew his fingers, making me whimper at the loss. "Be specific, Aria. I thought you were good with contracts."
"I need you inside me," I said, the words coming out in a rush.
Devon unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock. He positioned himself at my entrance, the tip pressing against me.
"Look at me," he commanded.
I opened my eyes to find him watching me intently. He pushed forward slowly, entering me inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite, my body accommodating his size with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.
"God, you're tight," he groaned, gripping my hips to hold me steady.
When he was fully seated inside me, he paused, allowing me to adjust. Then he began to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in. Each stroke was measured and precise, hitting spots inside me that made my vision blur.
"Faster," I urged, my nails digging into his shoulders.
Devon complied, increasing his pace. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with our heavy breathing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, changing the angle and causing him to go even deeper.
"Fuck," he hissed, his rhythm faltering momentarily.
He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit. He circled it with firm, deliberate strokes, perfectly timed with his thrusts.
"I'm close," I warned, feeling the tension building inside me.
"Not yet," Devon said, slowing his movements. "Not until I say so."
He pulled out completely, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up, positioning me on my knees. He entered me from behind in one smooth thrust, making me cry out.
"This position needs thorough examination," he said, his hands gripping my waist as he pounded into me. "Don't you agree?"
I could barely form words, reduced to moans and gasps as he hit new depths inside me. One of his hands moved from my waist to my hair, tangling in it and pulling my head back slightly.
"Answer me," he demanded, his voice strained.
"Yes," I managed to say between gasps. "Yes, I agree."
His thrusts became more erratic, his control slipping. His hand moved from my hair to between my legs again, rubbing my clit with increasing pressure.
"Now, Aria," he commanded. "Come for me now."
My orgasm hit me with stunning force. My inner walls clenched around him as waves of pleasure washed over me. Devon continued thrusting through my climax, prolonging it until I was trembling and gasping beneath him.
With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside me as he groaned my name. He collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, both of us breathing heavily.
After a moment, he rolled to the side, pulling me with him so that my back was against his chest. His hand lazily traced patterns on my stomach.
"That was just the first revision," he murmured against my neck. "We have many more clauses to discuss."
True to his word, Devon spent the next several hours going over every "clause" of our agreement. He took me on the bed, against the wall, on the plush carpet by the window. Each time I thought I couldn't possibly take any more, he would find a new way to touch me, a new position to try, and my body would respond eagerly despite my exhaustion.
In the marble bathroom, he bent me over the countertop, both of us reflected in the large mirror. His eyes locked with mine in the reflection as he entered me from behind once more.
"Watch," he ordered, his hands gripping my hips. "Watch what I do to you."
I couldn't look away as he moved inside me, his expression intense and focused. Every muscle in his body worked as he thrust, the veins in his forearms standing out as he held me in place. The sight of him taking me, combined with the sensation of his cock hitting just the right spot inside me, pushed me over the edge one final time.
When my legs gave out, he caught me, carrying me back to the bed where I finally surrendered to exhaustion in his arms.