Take Me (Take Me 1)

And now, as crazy as it seemed, he wanted nothing more than to plunge into her pink wetness. Travis couldn’t have asked for anything more arousing than watching her writhe on his bed while she made herself come, her thighs spread, her finger wet as it slid in and out of her incredibly tight cunt.

Travis watched her stretch and admired her curves, curves that he had always thought were too big. He grew another impossible inch behind the zipper of his jeans as Lily opened her eyes.

“Feel better now?” he asked.

Lily’s big blue eyes were wide with shock, as if she hadn’t known that he was sitting inches away on the edge of his bed watching her finger herself. She tried to cover her br**sts and the thatch of red hair between her legs with her hands.

He grinned at what a good actress she was. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to hide those from me,”

he said, looking at her br**sts, the plump flesh spilling over her forearms.

“Travis, I didn’t know…” she said, but he leaned over and silenced her with a kiss.

“Enough games,” he said. “You’ve got me so hard I’m about to blow in my pants.”

Lily’s eyes grew even wider as she lay beneath him. “It wasn’t a dream?” she said, her words barely louder than a whisper.

Travis grinned. She was good at pretending innocence. Really good. “It’s a dream if you want it to be,”

he said, bending his head down to her br**sts. “I’m going to suck on these for a while,” he added, “so feel free to come again if you need to.”

Lily gasped as he grazed her hard nipple with his teeth. He used both of his hands beneath her br**sts to push them together, sucking first one nipple, then the other, then both.

“Take me, Travis,” she said, and he lifted his head.

Just hearing those words come out of her mouth made his c**k nearly explode. Lightning fast, he ripped off his jeans, boxer shorts, and his T-shirt.

He followed Lily’s eyes to his penis.

“You like?” he asked, knowing what her answer would be but wanting to hear it anyway.

She reached for him. “It’s huge,” she said, “even bigger than I thought it would be.”

A thick spurt of precome emerged from his engorged cock. Travis pushed her hand away. She reached for him again, and he said, “If you touch me, I’ll blow.”

She shook her head. “No. I want to feel you inside of me. Like that. That big.”

Travis quickly sheathed himself in a condom and positioned himself atop Lily on his bed. He had never had sex with a woman on his bed before, but if it was always this hot, he was definitely going to have to rethink his have-sex-at-their-house rule.

Lily was soft and warm beneath him. Her smell, vanilla mixed with sex, was both comforting and exciting.

Travis propped himself up again and settled the tip of his shaft between her legs. He slid his head into her wet heat and had to pull out immediately. He hadn’t come so close to premature ejaculation since he was sixteen in the backseat of his souped up Chevy with the head cheerleader.

But then Lily pressed her hips to his, and he did what he had wanted to do since the moment she walked out onstage: He plunged all the way into her.

“Oh God, Travis, don’t stop,” she said as she flexed her inner muscles against the length of him.

Even if he had wanted to stop, he couldn’t have. She was too hot, too wet. He could taste her on his lips, feel her wetness still on his thigh. The only choice he had was to explode in her willing cunt.

Leaning down until her full br**sts rubbed against his chest, Travis moved in and out of her in long, intense strokes. Lily watched him, her eyes a deep, dark blue, her plump lower lip between her teeth, then her eyes fluttered closed.

He marveled at how responsive she was. She was eating him up and begging for more. Well, he thought with a groan, she had come to the right place.

It took every ounce of will to hold himself back so that Lily came again before he lost it. He dripped with sweat, causing them to slip and slide against each other. Her ni**les raked across his chest. Her hands slid on the hard planes of his shoulders, his narrow hips, then back up to the back of his head.

Her moans merged with his, and her cunt squeezed him.

All thoughts of control gone, he plunged in and out of her, a rabid beast with only one thought: to claim the woman beneath him.

Travis exploded into an orgasm so big that pins and needles surged through his limbs. From within a deep fog, he thought he heard Lily cry, “Travis,” but all he wanted was to keep coming like this forever.

He took her lips roughly, sure that he was hurting her with his savagery but unable to do anything else.

Lily took as good as he gave, thrusting her hips into his so hard that there would be bruises.

At last Travis fell against her, his heart beating an out-of-control staccato. Holding her in his arms, still nestled between her legs, he rolled over to one side. Incredibly well sated, Travis fell asleep.

Being with Travis had been so much better than any of her dreams. Lying in the crook of his arms as he breathed deep and even, Lily was tempted to let herself fall asleep with him. In his bed. In his loft.

In a perfect world he would wake her up, kissing her all over, until he slipped his huge shaft between her legs again and made love to her with agonizing slowness.

But Lily knew the time for dreaming was over. All of her dreams had already come true. She was going to have to be happy with her memories of Travis’s mouth on hers, of his hands on her br**sts, of his penis hard and perfect inside her.

Come morning light, if he woke up with her beside him, he would see the real her.

The Lily who had cellulite.

The Lily who was a size sixteen on a good non-PMS-bloat day.

If he had ignored her before, he was going to darn near erase her after he woke up.

With a minimum of movements, she slid out from beneath his arm. He reached for her, and she stilled. He smiled in his sleep, and Lily’s heart broke from simply witnessing his incredible male beauty.

She was going to have to be happy with one incredible night in the arms of a god. Especially since it was more, far more, than she had ever hoped to experience.

Sliding off the bed, she reached for The Dress, that miraculous swatch of fabric that had enabled her most impossible dream to come true, and tiptoed out of Travis’s bedroom. She took one last look around the loft, at Travis’s perfect tanned limbs on the twisted white sheet. She wanted to commit all of the details to memory.

With a quiet sigh, she turned around and put her dress back on. Not bothering to look in the mirror to fix her hair and makeup, she picked up her shoes and purse from beside the door and walked outside into the cold night air to catch a cab.