She leaned in and kissed him once. “Then, yes.” She kissed him again. “More.” She kissed him again, this time with her tongue sliding across his bottom lip. “Go. And don’t stop.”
Maybe he really had finally met his match.
The thought drove him wild and he dove in for a searing kiss that drove them both mad with wanting.
Her fingers worked the buttons at the front of his shirt.
He slid the zipper down her back, and the sexy black dress slipped right off her and pooled at her feet. He broke the kiss and stared at her pale skin disrupted by a black lace bra and barely there strip of panties that made his mouth water. “Damn, Trinity. You’re beautiful.”
“You’re overdressed.” She slipped her hands inside his shirt at his shoulders and pushed it down his arms. Her hands went to his chest and ran over his skin as he worked his hands out of the cuffs. Those roaming hands of hers dipped to his navel and attacked his belt. He kicked off his shoes. She pushed his pants over his hips and took his hard length in one hand, rubbing it up and down over his boxers as he kissed her neck and cupped her ass in both hands and squeezed.
She reached down and slipped off one heel and then the other. He undid the bra clasp at her back and pulled the lace right off her arms and sent it flying across the room. He spun her around, pulled her back to his chest, and filled his hands with her full breasts. She slid her hands over his thighs and held tight as she rubbed her ass against his throbbing cock.
He kissed a trail across the top of her shoulder and up her neck to her ear. “I want you so damn bad.” He nipped her shoulder, then smoothed his tongue over the love bite.
She moaned and slid her hand back between them and wrapped her fingers firm around his shaft. He worked her nipples to hard peaks, rolling them between his fingers as he walked her forward to the bed until her knees pressed against the mattress. He slid one hand down to her belly; the other massaged her breast. He kissed a trail down her neck and spine as he made her bend forward until she freed his aching cock and planted her hands on the bed.
He tugged at her nipple and cupped her sex in his other hand, sliding his fingers over her hot, wet center. He wanted to feel her skin against his, but to do that he needed to rid her of the sexy panties. He reluctantly left that sweet spot and drew his fingers up and over her hip to her back, trailing them up her spine, then back down again until his fingers hooked in the strings holding her thong on and he pulled it over her round ass and down her legs.
He kicked his pants off, took her by the hips, and rubbed his aching dick against her rump. She pushed back into him and it was all he could do not to pull his cock free of his boxer briefs and drive it home into her wet core.
But they had all night and he wanted to make this first time last.
If he could. Because damn, she tempted him to just take what he wanted. Hard and fast.
He leaned over her back. She immediately rubbed her ass against his dick again, making him groan. Hell, he’d beg at this point, he wanted her so damn bad. He swept her long hair to one side and whispered in her ear. “Lie down.”
She turned her head to him, their bodies pressed against each other, and smiled.
He could live on that wicked grin.
She held his gaze, put one knee on the bed, pushed herself forward at the same time lying across the bedspread. The soft moonlight filtering through the window highlighted every curve of her long body. The slope of her shoulder, the dip of her waist, the swell of her ass, and those long legs.
“Perfection.”
She answered with, “More.”
He ripped off his socks and boxer briefs. At last he stood before her with no barriers between them. Her eyes dilated with desire and her mouth opened slightly. Temptingly.
He started at her ankle and kissed his way up to her very fine ass, then took her knee, pushed and rolled her to her back. On his hands and knees, he stared down at her lying beneath him. “I think about doing this all day long.”
Her fingers slid into his hair and tightened into a fist the second he leaned down and licked his way up her soft folds to her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her soft little moan made him smile, so he did it again, glanced up at her, and licked his lips. “More?”
She pushed his head back down. He chuckled, but gave her exactly what she wanted and more, drawing her legs over his shoulders and burying his face in her sweet center. He sank his tongue deep, and she went limp on another moan. He loved her right up to the edge and kept her there with soft slides of his flat tongue and barely there brushes of his thumb against her clit.
“Jon, now.” Frustration and demand filled that order, making him want to smile, but instead he gave her what she wanted, slid two fingers into her slick channel, circled her clit with his tongue, and sent her flying over the edge with her heels dug into his back.
The quake of her body against his lips and the satisfied moan echoing in his ears nearly undid him, but he held it together, distracting himself by kissing his way up her body to one peaked nipple and drawing it into his mouth. He licked the tip, then rose over her, stared down, and found her smiling up at him as her hand clamped around his hard dick. She stroked his length up and down. Her thumb found the bead of moisture and she circled the head, spreading it around and driving him crazy.
He stilled her hand with his. “I’m so damn close, I . . .”
Words eluded him when she squeezed his dick. “Condom. Now.”
He’d bought a box this week and tossed it in the nightstand drawer. While he grabbed it, Trinity kissed and touched any part of him she could reach. He loved the feel of her hands and mouth on him, but it made it hard to concentrate and roll the condom on before he settled between her soft thighs and nudged the tip of his throbbing cock against her wet center.
Her hands slid down his sides to his hips and she pulled him in as he thrust deep.
“Oh God, yes,” she said on a sigh.
He lost all thought and the ability to speak as their bodies moved together. She held him close, her hands sliding over his skin, their lips locked in a kiss that matched the way they made love. Steady and urgent at first, then wild and desperate until they both went up in a brilliant flash of ecstasy that pounded through him and continued to pulse even after he collapsed on top of her.
She held him with one hand on his back, the other on his head, her fingers slowly sweeping back and forth in his hair. His heart thundered against hers. He could barely catch his breath, and the only thought in his head was, Don’t let go.
His mind didn’t start with, I think this could really be the start of something. It went right to, I don’t want to lose her.
Or maybe that was his heart talking.
Either way, he’d never felt this way about anyone.
He’d had hints of it since the first day they met. He knew she was special. The connection he felt to her kept getting stronger. But this. Being with her, making love to her, it opened something inside him. And she filled that empty space.
Any reservation he had, any nagging warning he should go slow, be sure, this could go wrong, disappeared, replaced with a sense that everything between them was absolutely right and perfect.
Possibly sensing something in him, she hugged him close and nuzzled her nose into his neck and kissed him softly. “Mmm. That was . . .”
She stalled a second. He held his breath.
“Amazing.”