Body Shots (Masters of Pleasure 2)

She didn’t move. Her intense emotions for him had her feeling like an open wound.

“You aren’t relaxing. I need you to leave everything for later and simply take joy in our bodies. Think only of the two of us and how good we are together.”

Crystal wanted to strangle Trent. He wants relaxed, I’ll give him relaxed, she thought with venom. With the single-minded purpose of making Trent squirm, Crystal began touching him. She moved her right hand first, smoothing it over his pectorals, running her fingers through the coarse curls that littered his chest. Then she inched her leg up and over his, letting her sex slide along the side of his muscular thigh. Trent groaned and she continued, encouraged by the hungry sounds coming from him.

She teased her fingers down the front of him, giving herself free rein, as in some dark part of her soul, Crystal enjoyed having Trent at her mercy. Evidently, she had a bit of the dominatrix in her. Who knew?

“You are so sweet, Crystal, so soft,” Trent complimented. His hands skated over her overheated skin, as his lips pressed into her hair.

Crystal brushed her fingers over the head of his cock, rubbing the pearl of moisture all around, then brought her fingers to her lips and sucked the sticky fluid off them one by one. Trent groaned and pulled her on top of his huge body. He grinned wickedly up at her, then drew her down for a kiss. His lips, so warm and eager, tasted her as if he wanted to spend a good long time pleasuring each and every part of her with his mouth. Lips parted and tongues met in a wild mating dance, and all the while his hands massaged and caressed. When his fingers came so close to her clitoris, she broke the kiss and opened her eyes.

“Let me.”

“I’m still mad at you. I’m only a challenge to you. You saw me walking away and you wanted me all the more.” Even as she said it, she knew it was a lie.

Trent stroked her nether lips. Crystal’s body vibrated at his touch. “I love you. My life without you is like a day without sun,” Trent murmured. “You are a challenge, yes, but that is only one of the things I love about you, not the only thing. You should know better, baby. I do not play such childish games.”

“But I—”

Trent stopped her torrent of questions with a lingering kiss. Afterward, he raised his head a mere inch. “No more talking,” Trent ordered. “Just feel. Drop your guard and give yourself to this moment.”

He loved her. Trent was in love with her. Crystal’s heart soared to the clouds and beyond as his words sank in. Here she was, lying atop the wild and rugged man, his hands all over her, stroking and touching and driving her crazy with need, and all she could think was, He loves me.

“Will you let me make you feel good?” Trent asked. That’s when she noticed he hadn’t gone beyond touching her. He was waiting for her consent. The decision was an easy one.

“Only if I can do the same for you,” she answered, grinning down at him. Trent gave her a sexy hum of approval. He seemed to need no other incentive.

In another heartbeat, Crystal found herself flat on her back with Trent leaving the bed. She waited, unsure what he would do next. He went to the closet again and retrieved a small wooden box. She frowned. “What is that?”

“Something for your pleasure.”

Feeling naughty, she whispered, “I thought that’s what you were for.”

“Mm, you’re in a mood, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t deny it. It’d been too long since she’d had him inside her. She was desperate for the connection. “Yes, so hurry.”

“Impatient little thing,” he crooned, then came to sit on the bed beside her. She rolled to her side and propped her head on her hand to watch as he opened the box. She let out a startled squeak when he raised the lid. Enfolded in red velvet lay a dildo.

“Uh, I don’t know about this, Trent.”

“You wish Mac were here with us, don’t you?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

He winked. “That’s what I thought. I can’t give you that right now, so this will have to do.”

When he lifted the flesh-toned tool from its bed of velvet and brought it between her legs, she stiffened. With tender care, Trent stroked her clit with it. Crystal was amazed to note its warmth. She’d thought it’d feel cold and unnatural.

It didn’t.

It wasn’t as if she’d never seen or felt a dildo before. After all, what single woman wasn’t familiar with one of those babies? Still, it was the first time she’d ever had a man use one on her during sex.

“Get up on all fours for me, baby.”

Crystal obeyed, her blood racing, her body wild with anticipation. Moving behind her, now on his knees, Trent stroked the seam between her buttocks with his index finger. A moan erupted from deep within her as he let his finger drift back and forth over her puckered opening. She wanted him there and she knew he wanted to be there just as badly.

He leaned over her and kissed the base of her spine. “You like your ass fucked, huh? Remember how sweet and tight it feels?”