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( CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE PRICE OF FORGIVENESS ) June, 1992
❝ you're our mother, you have to be there for us. ❞
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This made Devon feel better. Being closely tangled in someone else's musk as every intricate form of pleasure was manifesting itself and blooming in the air. He was sweating profusely, his body damp and clammy as he twisted and curled against Nikki, their moans and sighs of escasty travelling through the walls. Devon knew something like this was worth the wait, and it certainly felt great to release all the tension in his muscles in most sensual way possible.
Devon was practically one with her, each thrust driving him deeper and deeper into her, thus bringing them closer together. The mattress underneath their bodies squeaked and rocked, and as Devon's face was buried in the pillows, his groans muffled by the headboard, he felt Nikki clutch his shoulder blades as she loudly voiced her pleasure.
Her touch was rough and jagged, each movement filled with carnal ferocity as Devon made love to her intimately and passionately. In a way, although he had been wanting to do this for a long time, he was ashamed to admit that their sex also gave him another opportunity to dispel any other pent up anger he kept hidden away.
Although Devon's busy career kept his mind at bay, he needed a physical deed to help him relax. Once Devon had wrapped up production on Michael's high-energy short film back in Chicago, he returned to New York and took Nikki with him. The very second they arrived at Devon's apartment, they started going at it. Both of their desires never allowed them to do anything else.
Devon, for one, couldn't help but initiate it. Just the sight of her looking so beautiful and smelling so incredible made him pull her towards him the second the door closed. And now, with one of her legs draped over his shoulders and the other one clenched around his waist, he was very glad that he decided that now was the time to get intimate with her.
The two exchanged wet kisses, loud groans and Devon discovered that Nikki loved dirty talk. The whole experience was magnetic, hot, and by the time that they were nearing their climax, Devon was ready for more. Nikki's head rolled back and fell on the cushions when Devon pumped into her one last time, causing for her to scream out, her body shaking strongly as the waves of her climax wafted off her body.
Devon panted out, Nikki's legs still tangled around him, the lingering sensation of their lovemaking causing for the female to bite on her bottom lip. Devon rolled over, back flattening on the mattress as he breathed in deeply, already missing the warmth they produced. Devon was on a high, and he wanted more.
So, as Nikki laid there, breathing in hitched breaths, Devon crawled over her, laying hot, open kisses on her skin. He began attacking her body with kisses, still craving every inch of her, his buzzing stamina refusing to let this be the end of it. "Hold on baby," Nikki giggled, her hands framing his jaw, "I need to rest a little."
