And with that, I was done for.
“Uh, Trevor?” I pulled away from his lips and his mouth chased after mine like a man starved. It was like he couldn’t bring himself to stop kissing me. And I loved it. But there was something else that was pulling me from the moment. “Trevor, honey, wait.”
“Uh-uh,” he shook his head. “No more waiting. I’ve waited forever for you.” With that, I melted even more and pressed my lips back to his at the same time I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him. Then came the whimper, once again pulling me out of the moment.
“Trevor, we have an audience,” I breathed, turning my head to look at the perpetrators.
“What?” Trevor’s gaze went the direction of mine and his body shook with laughter as soon as he saw what I did. “It’s just Mr. Bojangles and Merle. Don’t worry about them,” he told me, leaning back in, but I just couldn’t do it.
“It’s creeping me out,” I said as I leaned out of his reach. I looked back to see both of them with their heads cocked to the side, eyes trained on us in curiosity. It would have been comical had it not been such a mood-killer. “It’s like they’re judging us.”
“Merle, out,” Trevor said flatly. Merle simply perked his ears up and cocked his head further. I was afraid if he kept doing that he’d end up falling over.
“Mr. Bojangles is eyeing my junk.” Trevor whispered out of the corner of his mouth, not taking his eyes off the cat.
“He is not!”
“Is, too!” he whispered-yelled. “It’s like he’s ready to pounce or something.”
“Oh, for the love of God,” I huffed with irritation. “Is this happening or not?”
He turned back to me and gave me a cheeky grin, “Oh, it’s happening. Just not here.” Before I could formulate a response, Trevor grabbed on to my butt with both hands and lifted me up. With a yelp of surprise, my arms and legs instinctively wrapped around his frame as he bounded out of the kitchen and to the stairs, muttering “cock-blocking sons of bitches” under his breath to our pets as we passed.
When we got to the bedroom, he swiftly kicked the door shut behind us, making sure to lock it.
“Baby, they can’t open the door. I think locking it’s kind of overkill.”
“Not taking any risks,” he bit out as he threw me on the bed and followed me down. We were a mess of lips and limbs, scrambling to touch and kiss each other everywhere we could.
“Off,” I groaned as I tugged at the back of his t-shirt. I was desperate to feel his skin against mine.
Sitting up on his knees, Trevor reached back and yanked his shirt over his head by the collar. I always loved it when a man undressed like that. And Trevor being that man now just stoked the fire inside me. Unable to help myself, I followed him up and began tracing his tattoos with my tongue. I’d always wanted to do that, and the moan that rumbled from him egged me on all the more. Moving over, I ran the tip of my tongue across one tight nipple, loving how his body trembled under my touch. But before I could lavish the same attention to the other, Trevor’s hands tangled in my hair, pulling me away from his firm chest.
“You keep doing that, and this is gonna end before it begins, cher.”
An excited giggle bubbled up from my throat as he reached down and whipped my shirt over my head. He made even faster work of my jeans, leaving me in nothing but a lacy pink bra and matching itty-bitty panties.
“Fuck me,” he groaned as his eyes scanned my body. I couldn’t help but start to feel overly-exposed as he studied every curve and dip. I wasn’t fat, but I’d always been a curvy girl. My stomach was never perfectly flat, and no matter how much I worked out, I was never able to make my body completely firm.
My cheeks and chest were red with embarrassment as I reached up and tried to cover myself.
“Don’t do that, baby,” he said softy, pulling my hands away from my stomach. “I’ve been dying to see you for so goddamned long. You’re fucking perfect.” His words were reverent as he stared down at me in awe. My belly dipped with need as I watched those bright, teal-colored eyes darken with lust. “So perfect,” he whispered as he came back down, his large body pushing me back down into the mattress. “And all mine,” he said against my neck, nipping and sucking as he made his way back to my lips.
His weight above me, pinning me to the bed was the most incredible feeling I’d ever experienced. But I needed more. I needed to feel him. I didn’t want any barriers between us. Reaching between our bodies, I fumbled with the button of his jeans, desperate to get to what was inside. I had a one-track mind and its soul focus was to get Trevor completely naked and inside me.
“You have too many clothes on,” I panted against his lips, finally breaking the kiss for some much needed air.
Trevor’s body shook against mine as he chuckled, “You in a hurry, cher?”
“Yes,” I bit out, still trying to get his zipper down. Unfortunately, I wasn’t at the best angle. And he wasn’t helping any. A frustrated growl rumbled up from my chest as I struggled to get Trevor naked. “Get naked. Now,” I demanded.
“You’re cute when you’re angry,” was his response. “Your nose gets all scrunched up and you stick your tongue out the side of your mouth.”
“Less talking, more getting naked.” Like I said, I had a one-track mind. I finally managed to get Trevor’s jeans undone and couldn’t help but throw my arms up in victory with a shouted, “Yes!”
“Too fucking cute,” Trevor smiled down at me and went back in for another kiss as I worked my hands into the back of his jeans, grabbing tight to his rock-hard ass. My God, the man was built like a brick shithouse!
His lips left mine and traveled down my cheek and neck to my collar bone and kept moving lower and lower. Hooking his fingers into the lace cup of my bra, he eased it down and wrapped his lips around my nipple, sucking hard.
“Oh, God,” I cried out, arching off the bed as his tongue did wicked things to my breasts. With each pull of his mouth a bolt of electricity shot through my body, straight to my clit. It was begging for attention, and I was afraid that if Trevor didn’t fuck me soon, I was going to spontaneously combust.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please what, cher?” God, I loved it when he called me that.
“I need you.” My words came out whiner than I’d have liked, but I couldn’t help it.
“What do you need?” he asked, trailing wet kisses down my quivering stomach before circling my belly button with his tongue.
“Inside me,” I rasped. “God, I need you inside me.”
“I need to taste you first.” When I looked down, his eyes were on mine. Black had nearly smothered out the beautiful color I was so used to seeing every single day. The heat in his gaze shot straight through me and I was captivated, unable to look away as he slid my now-drenched panties down my legs and dropped them on the floor.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamed of doing this?” he questioned as he nuzzled his cheek against the inside of my right thigh. The stubble on his face scraped deliciously along my skin.
“No,” I whimpered, so close to coming undone just having him near me.
“You’re all I’ve thought about since I met you.” He placed a gentle kiss on my bare mound, teasing me, driving me out of my mind. I couldn’t think straight, I could barely concentrate on what he was saying as he trailed a feather-light touch through my wet folds.
“You smell fucking amazing, Liz. Christ. Better than I imagined.”
I needed to come. I needed to come right then or my heart was going to explode in my chest. I couldn’t recall ever needing anything so badly in my life. I was just about to yell at him, when that insanely-talented mouth of his latched on to my clit and pulled it into his mouth.
“Fucking hell!” I screamed at the unexpected pleasure that sucked me under like the tide. “Oh, God. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chanted, canting my hips closer to his face as he released that tight little bundle of nerves and licked his way back d
own to my opening. His tongue stiffened as he thrust it inside me, and I couldn’t hold back the unintelligible noises that escaped as he fucked me with his tongue. I had never experienced anything like this. Never in my life had I come from having a man go down on me. But there I was. Trevor had carried me to the edge of that cliff and was holding me there with every lick, every suck, and every insanely-erotic twirl of his tongue.
“I’m close. I’m so close. Trevor, don’t stop!” I exclaimed, breathing erratically.
He removed his tongue and I nearly cried out at the loss, but before I could suck in another breath, he latched back on to my clit at the same time he plunged two fingers deep inside me. He sucked hard as he curved those fingers up and set me off like a rocket, moaning and shouting his name until I was gasping for air.
Sweet baby Jesus, I’d never come so hard in my life. Trevor’s skills with his mouth and fingers were insane. I was pretty sure he’d just ruined me for any other man for the rest of my life. He kept working me until every single shred of my orgasm had coursed through me, leaving me in a boneless heap on the mattress. I was never moving again.
Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I felt him kiss his way back up my body, but I was too far gone to be certain.
Brain. Fried.
“You sound so fucking hot when you come, baby,” he whispered in my ear before biting down on the lobe softly.
“You just killed me,” I said between pants.
“Well then, I guess I’ll have to revive you.”
Then he buried himself inside me in one quick, hard thrust.
Throwing my head back on a yell, my entire body coiled almost painfully tight as I adjusted to Trevor’s immense size. For the love of everything that was holy, it should be illegal for anything on earth to feel as good as he felt inside me. Sex had never felt so amazing, so mind-blowing, so….Absolutely. Stupidly. Fucking. Perfect! Then, like a freight train slamming into me, I realized why.
“Wait! No! Stop!”
Trevor’s hips froze instantly. “Are you serious right now? No no no no no. No stopping! My goddamned head’s about to blow off, Lizzy!” he whined, dropping his head to the pillow beside mine, breathing heavily.
“Condom,” I panted, still feeling out of breath. “You’re not wearing one.”
His head shot up. “I’m clean,” he blurted out.
“Huh?”
“I’m clean, and you’re on that shot thingy. And I know you’re clean, too, and you feel so fucking good right now that I want to die. And I’m pretty sure if I don’t start moving I’m gonna die. Besides, we’re married. Married people don’t use condoms,” he rambled at lightning speed.
My synapses weren’t firing as they should have been—Trevor had already fried them—and I wasn’t thinking past how amazing his cock felt every time it twitched inside my tight channel. So not giving it much thought at all, I nodded frantically.
“Okay. Yeah, no condom. Move now!”
He obliged instantly, pulling almost all the way out before ramming back in so hard my body shifted up the bed.
“Fucking shit,” Trevor hissed as he pumped into my body. “You fit me perfectly, cher.”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I repeated like a mad woman. Each thrust of his rigid length pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The orgasm building inside me was so intense I was almost scared to fall over.
“Not stopping, baby. Never stopping.”
“Harder,” I whimpered, canting my hips to meet his.
“Does my girl like it rough?” Trevor asked with a wicked grin. Oh, sweet Lord, I’d never craved it hard before, but something about this man turned me inside out. I wanted him any way I could have him. I wanted him to destroy me.
“Yes. Oh, shit, Trev, I’m close.”
He fucked me harder than I’d ever been in my life; I didn’t even know it was possible for a man to move like that. With each inward stroke, he rotated his hips, rubbing against my clit and sending shockwaves through my body.
“Look at me,” Trevor ordered when my eyes rolled back in my head and my lids closed all on their own. When my eyelids flew open, the emotions swirling around in Trevor’s gaze sucked what little breath I had left from my lungs. He looked so intense as he stared directly into my eyes. Adoration mixed with something I couldn’t put my finger on cut to the very core of me, and with one more thrust, I careened into the most powerful, most exhilarating climax I’d ever felt.
My body, strung so tight with pleasure, snapped and there was no muffling the screams as the most nerve-wracking pleasure I’d ever experienced coursed through me. I came so hard tears pricked the backs of my eyes before sliding down my temples and into my sweat-dampened hair.
“Fucking shit!” Trevor bellowed as he buried himself to the hilt. I felt every hot spurt of his release as he filled me. His hard cock twitched as he came, causing my walls to clench involuntarily over and over again until both of us were trembling uncontrollably. Finally, after what felt like the world’s longest orgasm, Trevor’s arms gave out and he collapsed on top of me. I gladly took his weight, wrapping my arms and legs around his powerful body as we both struggled for breath.
He was right. There was no going back from this. I wouldn’t be able to go back even if I tried. And at that thought, a pang of fear gripped my heart at the thought of Trevor walking away from me. After tonight, there was no doubt in my mind that him leaving would break me.
Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer that what he told me was true, that I could trust him to never hurt me that way.
Trevor placed tiny kisses along my neck and shoulder, pulling me from my disturbing thoughts.
“You were made for me,” he mumbled in my ear, still deep in post-orgasmic bliss. “How do you feel?” he asked, finally lifting some of his weight off me, settling on his forearms so he could see my face.
Once again, my brain malfunctioned. Between the scorching sex, the internal fear, and the stupefying good looks of the man still inside me, the only response I was able to form was, “My hand hurts.”
Aaaaand face palm, Lizzy.
Her hand hurts? I gave the woman all of the best moves in my arsenal and all she could tell me was her hand hurt? Jesus, what a way to kick a man in the balls. Glaring down at her, I watched her expression as she registered the pissed-offness—that was totally a word—on my face. Then she did the one thing a chick should never ever do when I guy’s dick is still inside her after nearly pulling a hammy giving it to her good. She laughed. The cold-hearted devil woman laughed!
Letting out a huff of righteous indignation, I started pulling out of her in order to storm from the room before she completely annihilated what was left of my pride. That’s right, I was going into full-on girl mode. But before I could climb off her, she locked her arms and legs in place and wouldn’t let go.
“I’m sorry!” she said between hysterical giggles.
Sorry, my ass.
“No, honey. Stop,” she told me when I tried to pull away again. Finally, she got her laughter under control. “I’m not laughing at you, I swear! It’s just, the look on your face when I told you my hand hurt. It was epic!”
“My balls have already shriveled up inside my body, Liz. No need to kick a guy when he’s down.”
“Really! Trevor, I’m sorry. I promise. I wasn’t laughing about the sex. The sex was…” She trailed off like she was thinking of the right word, leaving me in a complete panic.
“The sex was what?”
Those brilliant green eyes came back to mine and I saw them soften as she smiled up at me. “Absolutely amazing. Honey, it’s never been like that before.”
“Yeah?” I couldn’t help the giddy excitement I felt at that.
“Yeah,” she grinned.
Still not fully convinced, I narrowed my eyes and cocked my head. “Promise?”
Crossing her heart and putting three fingers in the air, she replied, “Hand to God. Best. Sex. Ever.”
And
then came the cocky. “Yeah, it was,” I smirked, giving myself a big ol’ pat on the back. I deserved it!
“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” my girl scoffed. “Will you get the hell off me now? You weigh a ton.”
“Didn’t hear you complaining when I was givin’ it to ya good.” I added a little wink just to make sure she got my point.
She snorted and scrunched her nose. “You’re so juvenile.”
“A juvenile that just tapped that ass.”
Okay, so that might have taken it a little far judging by how hard she frogged me in my shoulder.
“Ouch! Dammit, that’s gonna bruise!” I poked my bottom lip out as I rubbed my throbbing shoulder.
“Serves you right. I give you one compliment and you turn into a goddamned teenager.”
I just couldn’t help myself. My dick was in Lizzy. My. Dick. Was. In. Lizzy! It was a dream come true, a miracle. I felt like I’d just conquered Everest. I was on cloud nine and nothing could bring me down. That was why I stupidly responded with, “A teenager couldn’t hammer you the way I just did. You’ll be lucky if you can walk right tomorrow.”
Was there such a thing as too much praise of one’s self? I personally didn’t think so.
My girl snorted again, but this time it was followed by the sweet sound of her laughter. That was one of my favorite sounds in the world, and knowing I was the one who had earned it made me feel like I could do anything.
“You’re such an ass,” she laughed, looking up at me with light in her eyes. I couldn’t stop the cheesy-as-shit grin that spread across my face.
“So damn beautiful,” I mumbled to myself as I tugged on one of her gorgeous curls. Our night’s activities had been sweaty and strenuous, making her natural curls spring back to life.
“You’re not so bad to look at yourself,” she replied jovially. “Now, get off me before you crush every bone in my body.”
My smartass woman. I wouldn’t have her any other way.
I leaned in and placed a quick peck on the tip of her nose.
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