Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)

Death by anticipation.

“Please, Trevor.”

Lifting his hips, he positions himself at my entrance, and I let my knees fall apart.

“That’s it, Claire. Open up for me, sweetheart.” In one gentle stroke, he sinks inside of me. Bracing his arms on either side of my head, he pulls out and pushes back in.

“Damn, you feel good.”

“Oh…” Nothing has ever felt this amazing, and I’m not just talking about the way he fills me. It’s his muscular body pushing mine against the mattress, the feel of his heart beating against my chest. It’s the look of longing in his eyes.

It’s the way he loves me.

“You’re so tight, Claire. I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

His hips are moving, dragging his throbbing cock in and out of my body. I rock my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Trevor pushes his hand between our sweaty bodies. His thumb finds my clit, swollen and tender, and rubs in tight circles, with just the right amount of pressure. Within seconds he has me teetering on the edge of my second orgasm.

“Oh, Trevor.” Pressure builds between my thighs, unfurling a heat low in my belly. My nails bite into his skin as his thrusts bring me closer and closer to the edge. Every muscle in my body contracts. I try to hold it in and savor it, but the feeling is too intense, and my body explodes. Heat blooms in my belly and spreads through my veins. My body trembles beneath Trevor’s, and I wrap my arms around his back and hold him to me.

Gripping my ass, Trevor lifts my hips and slams into me one final time. A guttural moan pulls from somewhere deep in his chest, and when both of our bodies stop trembling, he kisses me gently.

“I would say that was worth the wait, wouldn’t you?” he says, rolling off of me. He removes his condom, tosses it in the trash, and crawls back into bed beside me.

I settle myself in the crook of his arm and lay my head against his chest. Everything about this feels natural and right, and I can’t believe we spent so many years apart when we could’ve had this. “I wish we’d done it sooner.”

He laughs, pulling me tighter against his chest. “You and me both.”

This is about the time things usually start to get awkward with a guy. One of us is trying to figure out a way to make a run for it, but with Trevor it’s different. We both seem content to lay here in each other’s arms.

I drag my finger over his nipple, swirling it around. “Say it again,” I whisper.

Trevor’s callused fingertips run the length of my spine. “Say what again?”

“What you said earlier.” I want to hear those three words so bad.

“You’re so tight?”

Laughing, I slap at his chest. “No, not that. Before that.”

“Damn, you feel good?”

I shake my head, grinning because what we were doing did feel damn good. Better than good. It felt great and perfect, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be and more.

So much more.

Trevor hooks his arms underneath mine and pulls me on top of him. “That’s it. Open up for me, sweetheart,” he whispers against my ear.

“Come on,” I whine. “You know what I’m talking about.”

I can tell by the shit-eating grin on his face that he knows exactly what I’m asking for, but he’s playing hard to get.

“Babe, we just had mind-blowing sex, and all I can think about are your pussy and tits and that perfect mouth of yours, so I’m going to need you to be a little more specific.”

I decide to switch tactics. Straddling his hips, I reach across the bed for another condom. Trevor doesn’t say a word when I grab his cock and roll the condom on. Lifting myself up, I guide him to my entrance. I rub the head along my slit and then lower myself until I’m fully seated. He’s deeper in this position than he was earlier. I can feel his erection hitting my cervix, and for some reason, I find that satisfying.

Running his hands up my thighs, Trevor wraps them around my hips and guides me over him in slow, rhythmic circles.