Undressing me now, Trey is taking his time, and I move to help him but don’t dare push him to move faster. Coming down and over me, his fingers linger over my collarbone. Lowering his mouth on mine, his kiss is solemn and so very gentle. Tongue tasting, as if he were learning me all over again. Now that I know, feel the same way, I recognize his touch and his kiss for what it has always been. His expression of love in the only way he knows I can accept it. Shockingly, tears sting my eyes at the thought this man, so brilliant, so strong, so utterly beautiful, is willing to give so much without asking for it back.
“No tears, Kate. I can’t bear them.”
“I’m sorry, so sorry, it took so long to get it,” I sputter against his neck.
“Hey, it doesn’t matter. You get it now, and that’s all that matters.” At first his kiss is hungry then slowly becomes deep and drugging, until I’m floating in the feel of his mouth on mine. It takes a moment before I realize he’s licking at the pulse pounding in my neck.
Silky and soft, his skin is barely touching mine, and I press into him. His response is instant. My wrists are pinned above my head. Begging won’t help, I try anyway. My pleas are ignored as his mouth covers a swollen breast. Gentle goes quickly to hungry and then greedy suckling, ending with teeth teasing and tugging. Switching to my other breast, he starts slower and then builds again until I’m begging for his touch. My hips are up and brushing his thick, weeping cock, and the hiss of my name is out of him as he takes my breast back into his mouth and starts all over again.
At last he begins to move down my body, and he finds me wet and swollen for him. “The smell of you has driven me nearly insane the last few weeks, knowing how much you wanted me and I couldn’t have you.”
There is no slow start. He’s hungry and beyond teasing. There were times when I was ashamed at how wet he made me, the slurping sounds of him drinking me into him. Yet now, hearing him moan with satisfaction and delight at how wet I am and his enjoyment of me has me proud of being able to give that to him. Two fingers slide into me, in and out too quick for me to enjoy, and then slowly they slide down to my ass. My breath stops as I press back into them and they slide into the tightest part of me. A sigh of relief becomes a sob as the fingers begin to move in and out of me, and I’m lost in the feeling until his teeth remind me of his love of the taste of me. I’m too sensitive, too needy; the feel of his teeth is pushing me over the edge without him going anywhere near my clit
oris. He feels it, and begins moving his fingers faster as he mouth-locks on to my swollen clit and sucks and flicks until I’m shaking from my orgasm.
With a growl, he moves quickly, pushing his cock hard and fast into me. I’m full. I’m whole, at last. What has been missing is back inside me. He’s over me now; his eyes lock on to mine, and he won’t let me escape them. He’s not nearly as deep as I love him to be, but his thrusts are satisfyingly pounding, and he’s drawing out my orgasm until he slams into me and I’m with him as he comes. For long minutes he’s on his elbows, trying to keep the heaviest part of himself off me. I’m boneless, and after so long, when he begins to pull away my legs come up and around him to hold him in place.
He rolls onto his back, holding me to him, remaining inside me, as I so desperately want and need.
Resting my head on his chest I breathe deeply and savor the scent of his skin. “Can we stay just like this forever and ever?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Trey?”
“Yes.”
“Why haven’t you done that before?” I rest my chin on my hands as I look down at him.
Smiling, he runs a finger over my wrinkled forehead. “Because I want it to be something you give me. The first night I was too cocky, too sure, and I know I can make you come that way. But after everything you’ve been through, I want you to be the one to ask for it, not take what I want.”
The emotion surges all over again deep inside me. “I love you, and thank you for waiting until I’m ready. I’m ready now. I want you inside me there.”
His cock thickens inside me, and I clench around him. “If it gets to be too much or you want to stop, you tell me and we’ll stop.”
Nodding, I press up and off him. I taste his chest, roaming over skin I have missed for too damn long. When my tongue finds his cock, soaked in our juices, he’s breathing hard as I clean him thoroughly.
“Baby, I need you now.” His voice tight.
Even though I want to taste him, as I missed having him for so long, I understand. Letting him fall from my mouth, I slip off the bed and open the bedside table that has been closed since the first day I stored my things. The lube is resting on the top, and I snatch it up with anticipation. Trey pulls me back into bed, and his kiss is hot and deep.
“On your knees, baby.”
I move onto my knees and his fingers open me wide. I’m expecting his fingers, his tongue is there instead. Gasping at the feeling of his hot tongue sweeping up and inside me, I lose my breath entirely as he slides his fingers inside my pussy, working in time with his tongue. Desperately, I’m moving back against his mouth for more. When he stops, shock leaves me frozen, then I feel it. A few drops of cool lube has me shivering. The fingers that were inside my pussy are pressing the lube inside me and coating me with it. Then the thick heat of his cock is there, pressing into me. So good... it feels so good. I’m moaning and don’t even know it until he agrees loudly.
“Slow down, baby. We have to go slow.” His hands go to my hips to control me pressing back to take him deeper. When he slowly begins to pull out, I plead for more. Stopping, he moves back inside, and for long minutes it’s just a few inches of slow thrusting in and out. Fingers slide into me again, and with them, he pushes deep without stopping until he can go no further.
Pressure mingles with pain at the feeling of him thick and deep inside in a sweet heady mix. For long minutes he doesn’t move, and we’re both breathing hard as we fight the need to move. The pain isn’t going away, and I know now it won’t. Stopping isn’t an option, though, my body wants more, needs more. “Trey, please.”
When he doesn’t move, I grasp at him, and we both moan at the feeling. He begins to move, surging deep and powerfully inside me, his fingers continuing to stroke me in time with his cock.
It’s too much, and my body is on overload. My arms go out from under me and I sink to the mattress. Deeper now, he’s pounding, and a climax is building hard and fast. Without warning, my orgasm pulls me under like being caught in a riptide. Shaking and trembling, it’s all I can do to gasp for air. Then he’s spilling inside me and the feeling chases up my spine and explodes at the base of my skull, and the world goes black.
Chapter Eleven
“It’s been three months, Trey. I’m not saying I want to stop altogether. I’m saying I think I’m ready to cut back to once a week instead of twice a week. For our entire time today all we talked about was how work is going.” Trey doesn’t say anything. and I sigh. “Do you think I still need twice a week?”
“No, it’s not that. There’s just a part of me concerned that, other than me, you still hold yourself back from pretty much everyone. Joy is the only person you have to talk to. I’m concerned about you feeling backed into a corner when it comes to stress about our relationship. No relationship is without a few bumps, and when we get to those, I want you to have the support you’re going to need.” He’s pulling the car into the garage, and swears as he looks around. I’m confused. I don’t know what he’s swearing at. Rounding the car, he pulls me out, and hugs me close. “My parents are here.” I tense, and he feels it. “Hey, look at me. I love you, so they are going to love you. They’ve been hinting and then flat out asking to meet you for weeks, but I wanted to give you some time. They can just be a little effusive in their happiness, and they are really happy about you.”