“What’s that?” she breathes against me while I keep moving the shirt out of my way, and I don’t feel any type of material at her hips. Fuck yeah, Dove is ready and waiting for me.
“Did you plan on seducing me, or do I get the pleasure of seducing you?” My hand slides to the front of her body, cupping her pussy.
“Jesus, I was going to seduce you, but it looks like you’re doing all the work, which makes me want to stomp my foot and pout, but the way you have my body in a fevered pace, I’d hurt you if you stopped.” Two of my fingers slide inside her slick wetness, the palm of my hand grinding against her clit. Dove’s neck is arched back, causing me to use my other hand to hold the base of her spine.
“It’s a good thing too, but I was taking you tonight no matter what. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to have to leave afterwards. And with tomorrow being Saturday, neither of us has to wake up with the roosters.” Dove’s greedy little hands and mouth on my body this week has been sheer torture, though I gave it back as much as I could.
“Thank goodness. Take me to bed.” She’s forgotten all about dinner, not caring if it burns to a crisp. The only thing she cares about is the two of us and just how bad we burn for one another.
“Oh, I’m going to.” I don’t move my fingers away from her cunt, feeling her pulse around them, using my other hand to turn the burner off while not letting Dove burn. It’s not an easy task, but I get it done, then we’re walking to the bedroom, her backwards and me fucking her with my fingers the entire time. I can only imagine what she’s going to do to my cock, and I’m more than ready to feel us being together.
Fourteen
Dove
The minute we’re inside Trace’s bedroom, I’m ripping at his shirt, pulling it over his head, or attempting to anyways. Then he’s the one doing that manly thing I’ve only ever seen him do—grabbing it by the back of the collar, and it’s off. My lips move to his chest, kissing, licking, biting, and sucking. I’ve never been aggressive in anything in life, but the way my body desires Trace’s, it’s like I’m a completely different person.
“Damn it, sugar.” Trace’s fingers are still inside me, bringing me so close to an orgasm, but I don’t want to get there with them.
“Don’t make me come this way, not tonight,” I practically beg, my hands moving to the button of his pants, yanking and pulling until they’re open. The glee inside me at finding him sans boxers is palpable.
“Oh, I’m not, but if you think you’re taking charge tonight, think again. I want you on your hands and knees, Dove.” His voice leaves no room for argument, and as hard as it is to leave his length that’s firmly in my hand, long, thick, hard, and so ridiculously big that I’m not sure how it’s going to fit, I do.
“Trace,” I purr but back away, unbuttoning the flannel I stole out of his closet after coming inside from writing. My plan is working, though, especially when I look up at him. He licks his lower lip as my bare skin greets him, because there is absolutely not one single stitch of fabric beneath the shirt that is sliding off my shoulders, falling to a puddle behind my now naked body.
“You going to do as I said, or am I going to have to do it for you?” That cocky grin of his, I know damn good and well he’s hoping he’ll have to do it for me. Trace is shirtless, pants undone, his thick cock proudly pointing up towards his navel. My mouth wants to taste him again like I did last night. The way he was out of control with need, not able to help himself from fisting my hair and showing me exactly what he likes, what he needs, and what he took too.
“Hmmm,” I hum before turning around, dropping to my elbows, and arching my back.
“Fuck, look at you.” I turn my head over my shoulder as to ask where.
“The mirror, Dove. There’s a reason I’m taking you like this. I want you to see just how perfect we are together.” Trace’s hands slide up the back of my legs, causing me to spread my legs further apart if that means he’ll move things along.
“Oh God.” My eyes move to our reflection. Trace has gotten rid of his jeans, his muscular body on full display, and I see the lewdness of my body, breasts hanging, nipples pebbled. And the way he’s looking at me, it’s like I’m his whole world.