’s intoxicating.
He picks me up with one arm around my waist and my legs automatically wrap around his hips. The contact between our bodies is instant and we both gasp against the other’s mouths. I feel him moving, and the next second, the soft mattress meets my back. He settles on top of me, and I lift my hips, desperately trying to feel more of his hardness. I feel wanton, and I don’t even care.
Gripping my chin, he angles my head to the side and his lips slide down my neck, alternating between nipping, sucking, and licking the tender flesh. I whimper because it feels so damn good. I dig my heels into his back side and arch my pelvis upward again.
“Patience, pretty,” he murmurs against my neck.
He lifts himself and scoots down the bed until his head is lined up with my stomach. With eyes locked on mine, he slowly lifts my shirt. Each inch of skin exposed gets treated to his expert lips and tongue. Delicious shivers race down my arms as his scruff tickles me. Not the giggly kind of tickle, but the erotic kind. My fingers slide through his hair. I know my grip is too tight, but for the life of me, I can’t withdraw them even if I had a gun pointed at me.
His lips pause, and he lifts his head when he reaches my bra. My arms go up and he slides my shirt over my head. His eyes focus on my breasts in my plain white bra. Normally I’d be embarrassed from the lack of sexiness in my undergarments, but my mind is so absorbed in Trouble that the feeling doesn’t come.
Reaching beneath me, he unhooks the clasp and slowly pulls the straps and cups away as he rests my arms back down at my sides. I’m exposed, and I’ve never felt so desired before. My worry about me leaking gets pushed to the side when his head dips and he takes a nipple in his mouth. He doesn’t suck, just gently laps at it with his tongue. He switches to the next one and gives it the same torturous movement. Thankfully, I don’t leak except for a couple of drops.
Getting to his knees, he grabs my hands and lifts my arms over my head.
“Keep them there,” he orders with a rough tone.
I want to protest. I want my hands on him, feeling the hard muscles beneath his smooth skin, but I nod anyway.
His grin is cocky as he plants another scorching kiss against my lips. Pulling back, his hands slowly trail down my arms, to my sides, and stop at my waist, where they move to the button on my shorts.
His gaze turns serious as it captures mine.
“Are you sure, Remi. We can always wait.”
“No!” I blurt, then blush at my rushed reply. “Please, don’t stop.”
With a look of relief marring his features, he pops the button free and pulls down the zipper. Anticipation has me holding my breath as he glides my shorts and panties down my legs. They get tossed to the side. My hands fist the comforter above my head when his needy eyes look down, taking in the part he just revealed.
“Damn….” he growls. “You’re already so fuckin’ wet.”
Lowering his head, he swipes his tongue through my folds. Air whooshes past my lips and my body jerks uncontrollably. Never in my life has anything felt so good.
His lips lock around my clit and he sucks hard.
I cry his name hoarsely.
Over and over again, he sucks on my clit and stabs his tongue in my hole. My stomach quivers with so much pleasure it’s almost unbearable. Sparks of colorful lights explode behind my closed eyelids. My legs tense against his shoulders and my toes curl. A powerful wave of electrifying pulses fill my veins. I let out a scream as my body ignites with my orgasm.
Trouble laves my pussy for several more seconds before sitting back on his heels. There’s a sheen of moisture on his chin that I know is from me. The sight is oddly erotic.
He gets up from the bed, reaching behind him to grip his shirt and yank it over his head. I never get tired of looking at his chest. It’s a piece of mesmerizing art with its deep dips and valleys of the six pack he’s sporting. The light dusting of dark hair over his pecs and lower stomach only adds to the appeal.
He unbuttons and pulls down the zipper on his pants, and a moment later, his gloriously naked body is standing directly in front of me. His hand is wrapped around his engorged manhood, and he lazily strokes himself. I want to lick the bead of pre-come on the tip. Before I can voice my want, he strides over to the dresser and pulls out a condom. As he walks back to the end of the bed, he rips that packet open with his teeth, tosses the trash to the side, and slides the rubber over his shaft.
My hooded gaze stays on him as he slowly crawls up the bed. He sits back on his feet, grabs my legs just below my knees and drags me to him. My legs are spread and thrown over his thighs. Rough hands glide over my calves, past my knees, and don’t stop until his fingers meet the apex of my legs.
“You’re beautiful, Remi,” he says softly. “So damn beautiful.”
The way he says it and the look in his eyes makes me believe he truly means it.
“Thank you.”
I look down when he grips his cock and pushes it down so the head rubs against my clit. It’s torture. Pure and simple. I wither and moan and open my mouth to beg him to take me when he notches the head at my opening. My breath stutters in my throat when he wedges himself inside and shuffles his hips just a centimeter forward.
His fists come down beside my head and he cages me in with his arms. I feel surrounded by him. It’s a place I wish to always stay. He doesn’t thrust forward though, only looks deeply in my eyes.
“There’s something I want to say, and I don’t want you to think it’s because of what we’re doing,” he whispers inches from my lips. “I’ll feel the same an hour from now, a month from now, and fifty years from now. Even after I’m taken from this earth.”