BURN THE TRUTH

Episode Forty-three

Velda later came to be in Devyn's walk-in wardrobe after her shower. She picked out a gray big t-shirt from a section of the closet. Even though it's a bit large on her body, she still puts it on anyway, not as though she has a couple of her clothes reserved there. She makes her way to the dresser and pulls out the hair dryer before drying her hair to an extent. As she stood before the large mirror, she takes her hair and throws it into the regular messy bun she wears with a few of her hair strings falling to her face. Her perfect black panties reflected in the mirror before she set her hands down, taking in the presence of Devyn through his reflection in the mirror.

"Here you are," His husky voice runs off just as her eyes met his. A corny look on his face as he slowly approaches her from behind. She looks at him through the mirror, and her body reacts in a way that it never has before, even in the throes of passion. Devyn held her gaze, he could see her slightly starting to ach so deep inside that it takes all she can to think, to breathe, to speak. Yet no word left her lips.

His arms slowly wrap around her and in one gentle pull their skin touches. She feels his hand in my hair, saw it in the mirror, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. Then his hand moves down her cheekbones to her lips while his head declines, his lips grazing the back of her ear gently and affectionately. "I wish you are always here," he mumbles against her skin causing her to tremble beneath. "So I can put my hands around you like this every time I get the chance"

"To feel you in ways words can't explain" He whispers and she tilts her head to the side, leaning into him and granting him more access to her neck. With his lips on her skin, she feels his mouth stretching wider than it should as it traces down to her neck, fighting between grinning and kissing.

His right-hand drops to her thigh, pulling up the top that hangs so loose around her thigh. She couldn't move even if she tried, not that she wanted to, it's been a while since they consumed each other's scents and now his fingers have short-circuited her mind in the best possible way. His fingers caresses her thigh ever so gently up to the lace of her black panties as if afraid a heavier touch would break the heady magic.

With his touch, her skin tingles in a frenzy of static. As his hand move over her skin, her body starts to have a transitory paralysis, her mind unable to process the pleasure so fast. She closes her eyes gently before his lips draw back to her ear "I love the smell of your neck. There, behind your ear, a little below your hairline... I could inhale it forever" Devyn whispers and uses his tongue to artfully glide his words into her ear, fingers touching in hidden places, slightly reaching into her pant, just a few inches, not further in, and he sexually took her ear lid between his teeth while watching her through the mirror.

Never before had Velda wanted to say so much, but said nothing; felt so much but couldn't describe it. Devyn held her waist and spins her around without any warning causing her to gasp at the force. Her eyes searched his.

His face was so close to hers that she could smell the sweet ropy fragrance of the sherry he must have drunk when he went downstairs, and then his tongue was in her mouth. In all truth she had not considered this prodigy of a tongue first; ferocious, he had been one to tease her lips before bringing the fire. But now she did not even catch a glimpse of his face, so instantaneous and urgent was that tongue. Plunged like some writhing sea shape into her gaping maw, it all but overpowered her senses as it sought some unreachable terminus near her uvula; it wiggled, it pulsated, and made contortive sweeps of her mouth's vault.

“Mummy!” Asteria’s voice suddenly came from the room causing the two to pry away from each other. “Mummy?” Her voice came a little low, probably because she saw no one in the room.

Velda wanted to respond but at the same time she wanted more of Devyn, it's been long since their last lovemaking and her whole body now craves the touch once more. Her hand moves to push away the hair falling onto her face in a desperate attempt to suppress her nervousness.

And then she reached and held them together before her mouth as she listens calmly to Asteria's faint steps leaving the room. Devyn went to shut the closet door, returning with an awkward movement. “It's alright, she's gone. Milo is downstairs” He said as he reached and held her face.

With the door closed the nervousness begin to fall. The facade they showed when the child called melts away and all they want was to feel every inch of their body melting together.

“Hey, look at me,” He requests and her face slowly raised “It's the same for me,” he tells her as if he was able to read her mind. “To feel every inch of you again...” She trembles slightly at his words “let me,” he whispers and that's when the kissing starts again and they start to move like partners in a dance that is written in their DNA. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Their bodies fit together as if they were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm.

With a soft chuckle, Devyn lifts her right off her feet, carrying her toward the flat black closet couch at the centre of the space, letting her drop on it. They lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for them to feel safe with one another. Then he's all business, undoing the first free buttons of his silky wear and then pulling them off, kissing from her toes upward, slowly, his hands on her legs always just a little higher than the kisses.

Velda's back arches in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. Her head rocks back against the not-too-soft couch as he does, a moan escaping her lips. With a smirk, Devyn pushed her t-shirt up, exposing her panties and unexpectedly, he put his mouth over her clothed c**t and starts to lick. “Devyn...” She choked out feeling a protrusion from where his tongue was, and she again threw her head back at the new sensation. Welcoming every spark they unleashed and somehow the barrier made her even slicker with desire, and Devyn could taste every bit of it as he teased her through her underwear with his mouth.

"Oh, my God. Bruce...” She calls nothing attempting to add any other word.

Devyn rose from his position, a grin on his face as he came to take in her face. He grabs her by the throat, he didn't choke her. Just pulled her to his face and kissed her deeply she forgot whose air she was breathing. "You taste so good," he whispers and then goes on to pull off her cloth. Her skin -like the finest of silk.

"Does it still hurt?" Devyn asks as his fingers, hover over the scar on her chest. She nods. He held her gaze for a while before declining his head and gently placing a kiss on the wound and then he was kissing the other scar just down her abdomen. Slowly he crawls back up. "I will try to take this much gentler..." he whispers as he came close to her face and then she pulls him in for a kiss.

His hand moved up her leg and inside her thigh. His fingers felt the dampness between her legs and how hot she already was. "Don't tease me," Velda told him as his fingers did not attempt to go any further.

“I won't, detective,” He assured her teasingly.

She gasps as his two fingers suddenly thrust into her. "Bruce!" she moans into his mouth. Nothing could enflame him the way her voice does when she says his real with such passion. He kissed her deeper at the request, fingers working professionally inside her and her legs fell more apart. "Oh, yes" Her head falls back and Devyn began to kiss down her neck and kisses from her breasts to her stomach before his hands grips on her panties and starts pulling it slowly off her hip.

He pulls back just to look at her, to drink in the sight of her. "Tell me how you want me to satisfy you since I can't do it the way I wanted to—" his eyes hooded, and his husky tone no less of a body wrecker.

"B–Bruce," She gasped. "f**k me," She told him openly looking into his eyes.

"With my fingers, or my tongue or better still..." He stopped and a thrill went through her blood, pooling in her core.

"All. All of it" Velda answered breathlessly not waiting longer for him to complete his words. She was certain of what was coming next.

"Velda" He groaned. Her toes curled at the roughness of his voice "You're hurt,"

"I know. Too bad, I need you more" she mumbles and he growled. His hands light on her thigh; it moves to push between her legs and they shamelessly fell open. They were much aroused, and Devyn wanted to f**k her so badly that she knows no words other than his name but the wounds called him back. The day he would f**k her like he wanted wasn't that day... But still, he was going to make her tremble beneath him.

He smirked “You still got it in you," He says before capturing her breast in his mouth. She hissed as his teeth grazed her n****e and then his hand travelled to her c**t. "You're much wet this time," he murmured, his gaze sliding down her body to where he was parting her with his fingers. "And beautiful there too. So soft. Did you wax for me?"