Last night, I’d put on my sexy, pink lace nightie in hopes that—well, in hopes that what happened would happen.
Tonight, I was just going to put on a regular tank top and shorts—but something made me pick out a pink, silk nightie instead.
I wasn’t sure why—I mean, after the day I had, I really wasn’t in the mood to jump my soon to be ex-husband.
Well, not until a minute ago, anyway.
His eyes traveled to my shoulder, and he watched as his fingers slowly, gently, pushed the thin straps off one shoulder—then the next.
The slippery material floated down my body, exposing my breasts to him.
His eyes shot back to mine. “I like it better off, though.”
My nipples beaded immediately, and I gasped as his hand dove into the back of my hair and pulled my mouth to his.
He pushed his tongue into my waiting mouth so forcefully—I swear, I nearly came just from that. He tasted yummy—like chocolate and ketchup chips.
And holy cow, the way he was kissing me so possessively—I felt wetness flood my panties.
My hands touched the strong, hard muscles of his chest, and I felt and heard him sigh.
When his hand cupped my breast, I slid one hand down his chest, to his stomach—then to his incredible hardness.
And wow—was he hard.
“Lex,” he muttered into my mouth between kisses. My hand dipped into the waistband of his shorts and I stroked the beautiful, velvety length of him. “Fuck,” he said, tightening his hands on me.
I rose up just enough to move my thong to the side, and aim him right where I needed him.
“Christ,” he groaned, then shifted and pulled his shorts further down his thighs, “you ready for me?”
I swirled him around in my wetness. “So ready for you.”
I started my descent and didn’t stop until I’d fully enveloped him inside me.
We both groaned as I moved back up, sliding so perfectly up his rock hard cock. His hand gripped my hips, and he pulled me down as he thrust upward. “Fuck, you’re so wet, sweetheart.”
That made me toss my head back and shut my eyes.
I was close.
And hearing him talk sexy like that was going to push me over more quickly than I wanted.
I gasped as I felt him at my breast, licking me into his hot, hungry mouth, “Trey, yes.”
His eyes met mine and I suddenly felt even wetter.
I watched as he lowered his gaze. “Look at us,” his voice was strained, “together. Your wetness all over my cock. Your gorgeous, pink pussy taking all of me inside you.” He exhaled deeply. “Fuck, sweetheart, never seen anything more beautiful—more perfect. We are so fucking perfect together, Lex. So, fucking perfect.” He yanked me down harder now, with more intent than before.
I knew he was gearing up to come—and I was right there with him.
His thumb touched that special, bundle of nerves—the one that had been calling out for relief. “Oh, God, Trey,” I breathed out sharply, feeling the tingling sensation that began to overtake me.
“Yeah, Lexi, come for me. I want to watch you come all over my cock.” His hand pulled me down, our bodies slamming together each time, filling the air around us with smacking noises each time we made contact.
We panted in harmony—me watching Trey, Trey watching our connection so intensely I couldn’t help it.
I had to give in.