That little tidbit of information makes me feel a little better. It doesn’t assuage any of my worries, though. “Which makes me go back to the issue.”
“There is no issue. There’s us. There’s the show.”
“But…”
“Listen, I know you don’t know what you want to do about the show. I get that. I deserve that. This. You and me right here and now. That has nothing to do with the show, with anything other than the fact that you are the tastiest treat I have had in my life.”
“And you promise this had nothing to do with the show?”
He studies me for a long moment, and I start to regret asking the question. “Right now, you are not on the show. You left me, abandoned me because of my own stupidity. That’s today. It might be tomorrow. But the truth is that I’ll never not want you, Nancy. Especially after I have had a taste of you.”
He licks his lips as if savoring it. I knew he was a sensual man, but I had no idea. And this was just one time. All he has to do is lick his lips and my pussy is clenching and growing damper by the minute.
I give him a small smile and his eyes flare, the depths of the deep brown color darkening. His cock pulses against my pussy. I’m so embarrassingly wet now.
“I don’t like doing things without a plan.”
He chuckles, the rich sound sending little bursts of heat through my entire system. It’s something we argued about on a regular basis on the show. It’s not like he doesn’t do plans, Travis just prefers to be a little bit more spontaneous. “Yeah, I know, but you always forget something important about me.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m good at improvising.”
As if to prove his point, he rolls over on his back taking me with him so that I am straddling his hips. I sit up, causing my pussy to press harder against his erection. He half growls/half groans. The sound is so damned sexy I shiver.
“God, maybe that was a mistake,” he says with a laugh, although it sounds pained.
“Are you actually admitting that I’m right?”
He settles his hands against my hips. “I wouldn’t say that.”
I laugh and twist my hips. He growls again, rising up and I expect him to roll us over. Instead, he skims his hands up my back, as he nips at my lips. Then he stops and just stares at me. It goes on for so long that I have to fight the urge to look away.
“What?”
He sighs, the sound filled with sensual longing. “You’re stunning.”
I roll my eyes, but he stops me. “I know that you know you are attractive. You have mirrors, but I don’t know if you really realize how brightly you shine from the inside out. You make everyone happier when you’re around them.” He kisses my chin. “You make me happier.”
My throat feels clogged, my emotions burning to escape. I can’t expose myself, not now, maybe never, but I can show him how I feel. I cup his face and kiss him, leaving my eyes open as I take his mouth. It’s a slow, sensual treat. Pleasure fills me as I watch his eyes go blurry, then slide closed. This man, this incredible man.
Soon, he tears his mouth away and places a kiss between my breasts, but I push him back. I want to play with the incredible body he has and if he touches me like that, I’ll lose my concentration.
He falls back against the mattress and I slip down his body, taking his cock into my hand. I take it into my mouth, circling the swollen head with my tongue, enjoying the way he keeps groaning in pleasure. His hands are threading through my hair, urging me to take him deeper. I want him like this, to make him lose control. I continue to tease him, push him closer to the edge, as I slip my hand down to his balls. One little caress and he groans, sitting up and grabbing me, pulling me away from his cock. He rolls us over the mattress, settling on top of me, frowning down at me.
“Why did you do that? I wanted to taste you.”
He closes his eyes and shudders. “You’re going to kill me.”
I giggle. Travis opens his eyes, then his mouth curves seductively. I press my thighs together, but he shakes his head.
“Time to exact some revenge. He moves down my body, presses my thighs apart. “Well, well, well. Someone is fucking wet.”
Before I can comment, he settles his mouth on my pussy, his tongue swiping in. Oh, god, he has the most talented mouth, and that tongue…he should have to warn a woman before he uses it. It is dangerous to my sanity. As he continues to lap at my sensitive flesh, his presses his finger against my clit, and I almost fly over into pleasure. It’s right there, shimmering just in the distance. He’s using just enough pressure to drive me insane, my entire body shivering with the need to explode. The soft brush of his beard against my inner thighs and against my cunt increases the torment he’s causing. He pulls back and now it’s me frowning, looking at him as he licks his lips.
“Not so much fun, now is it?’
“I think I said I wanted to taste you. You did not give me that chance.”
He shakes his head and leans over to grab a condom off the side table. Not sure where those came from, but I’m not going to complain. He rips one open and then slides it down his thick erection. He takes his time, his fingers gliding over the condom and his cock.
“Like what you see?” he asks, lazy, sensual humor filling his voice.
My gaze shoots up and I smile. “Always.”
He leans down. I expect him to just go all missionary on me, but Travis has other ideas. Instead, he tugs me up off the mattress, then leans back, resting on his knees.
“Take me inside of you,” he whispers right before he nips at my earlobe. I do as he orders, wrapping my hand around his cock centering it at my entrance. I slide down on him, slowly, enjoying the way he stretches me. Once he’s completely in me, I wrap my arms around him. Thanks to the position, I am slightly above him. He tightens his arms around me.
“Damn, you take my breath away,” he says, as he nips at my jaw. I shiver against him once again, loving the feel of his warm flesh against me, and the scent of him surrounding me. It’s all sawdust and musky Travis surrounding me. It’s the most amazing aphrodisiac. You just have no idea.
We start to move together. The urgency is there beneath the surface, but we take our time. No rushing, just enjoying ourselves. With each thrust into me, he pushes me closer to completion. He changes the angle of his thrusts, which adds more pressure against my clit.
Then he groans, tumbling us back onto the bed, him on his knees. I wrap my legs around him as he starts driving into me, faster, harder…deeper.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he shouts, as he presses two fingers against my clit. One minute, I’m so close I can taste my orgasm, and then the next, I am flying over the edge, bucking up against him. I feel my inner muscles clench around his cock and love the way he groans in reaction.
He joins me a moment later, shouting my name as he thrusts into me one last, hard time, his fingers digging into my flesh.
I loosen my legs as he collapses on top of me.
“Sorry. I might be dead though.”
I laugh, wrapping my arms around him. This…this right here is the best feeling in the world. He’s still deep inside of me, we’re both sweaty from our lovemaking, and I don’t think I have been this relaxed in the last ten years. I have never felt this complete with a man before, so carefree and comfortable. We still have issues, things that are not going to be easy to overcome, but right now, this feels right.