Rei
Trine gets out of bed early in the morning, and I hear her go toward the bathroom and quietly turn on the tap. I think she’s trying not to wake me, but I’m a light sleeper, and I don’t mind her moving around.
When she gets out of the bathroom, I’m already dressed. She moves stealthily to get her jacket, and I smile at her. "I won’t ask you to breakfast since it seems like you’re in a rush," I say. "But can I at least drop you off?"
"You have a car?"
I shake my head. "We’re sharing one," I say. "I’ll just go get the keys from Misha."
She purses her lips.
"What? I don’t have to tell them about this," I say, feeling a bit dumb. I shouldn’t have assumed she was okay with me telling anyone about this at all.
"No, it’s okay," she says, a sparkle in her eyes. "It’s not…I’m not embarrassed or anything. I mean, I just don’t do this a lot."
"Do what a lot?" I ask. I’ve made the bed and her clothes are neatly laid out on it for her. She approaches the bed, letting the towel slide down her body. I don’t know why she’s wearing it; she hasn’t just had a shower and she’s bone dry, but I think maybe she’s just self-conscious.
I hate it.
I want her to feel like a goddess. I pad softly toward her, until I’m right behind her, and dip my head down so I can speak quietly into her ear. "You don’t have to be shy around me," I say.
She shudders, her shoulders shaking with my breath.
"Can I touch you?" I ask, still not reaching out to put my hand on her waist despite how close I am to her. She’s stunningly beautiful, her hair wild and curly and unkempt as it falls halfway down her back. I want to brush it away with her neck, press my lips against the ink on her skin.
"Please," she says, her breath shaky.
"Let go of the towel, Trine," I say. She does as I tell her, and the towel falls in a heap at her feet as I close the space between us, my breath hot against her skin. She tilts her head back and I look down at her chest as I kiss her, my free hand closing over her hard nipples.
I hear her throat as she swallows, her breath shaky, her eyes closed. "I want you to tell me what you want from me," I say into her ear. "I want to hear it."
She opens her eyes. They’re bronze, darker in the dim morning light, and her pupils dilate the second she meets my gaze. It seems like she needs a little more from me and I’m happy to give it, sliding the fingers I’ve circled around her waist down to the fabric of her underwear.
I splay my fingers over her clothes, raking my teeth against the shell of her ear. She shudders under my touch again, and I push her softly against the bed. "Use your words, Trine," I say. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me," she says, her voice shaky, coated with desire. Fuck, holding off is so hard; I wish I hadn’t already gotten dressed. There’s nothing I want more than to bend her over the bed and have my way with her again, just the memory of being inside of her making my cock twitch.
"I want to fuck you too," I say. I grab her hand and slide it down toward my erection, so she can feel how hard I am for her. She throws her head back and moans softly. I drop my breath so I can speak softly into her ear. "Can you feel how much I want you? Can you feel what you’re doing to me?"
She shudders against me again, pressing her frame against my body, the curves of her ass pressed against my cock. "Yes," she says, her voice shaky. "I can feel it."
"Do you want to get on the bed and bend over for me?"
She moans in response, then pulls away from me. She’s only wearing her panties and nothing else, and when she crawls, her ass up in the air, my mouth waters.
I get rid of my jeans in a hurry, climbing on the bed behind her. I trace the outline of her ass with the palm of my hand, her curves soft and supple under my touch. I breathe hard against her cheeks, slowly pulling her panties down her legs until I’m spreading her open.
She cranes her neck so she can look at me. "What are you doing?" she asks.
"Admiring the view," I reply. "You want me to look, right?"
She groans, but she doesn’t say anything, so I make a move to pull away.
"No," she says. "Yes, I…I’m just…I’ve…I mean, I’ve done stuff like this before, just not…"
"What?" I ask. "You’ve never had someone eat your ass before?"
I can’t really see her face, but I’m almost completely certain she’s blushing. "No," she says.