“So responsive. Fuck, baby, I want you.” He continues to leave featherlike kisses on both sides of my thighs until he reaches my center. He kisses just above my clit before moving down to suck it gently into his mouth. I start to see black dots in my eyes as he eats me like he’s been starved of me for days. Entering his two fingers into me, I tighten around him, trying to hold off my building orgasm.

“Give me one, baby, I want you to let go.” The rasp of his words are my undoing. I cry out his name as my hands grip the sheets and my back bows off the bed. I’m trying to catch my breath when he crawls up my body, lifting me up so he can remove my bra. Gently laying me back down, he starts in on my mouth, kissing me roughly with need. I can taste myself on his tongue, and surprisingly, it’s extremely sensual, leaving me even more needy than I was with my last orgasm. Moving from my lips, he kisses down my neck, lightly sucking and biting as he goes, until his mouth finds my erect nipple.

Taking my nipple into his warm mouth, he moves his hand from my waist up to my other breast, pinching its heightened peak. This only makes me more eager for him to make love to me. The shivers and all the good tingle make me feel ever more alive. I feel captivated by this lover of mine.

“You taste so good, baby. You’re mine. Do you understand that? After I do this, you aren’t going anywhere, you’ll forever be my woman.” I nod in response, not quite focused on what he’s saying because of the abundance of different emotions and sensations my body is witnessing.

“Tell me that you’re mine, and only mine, baby. Tell me,” he demands, biting my nipple hard, causing a flood of new arousal to moisten my core and my hoarse voice to scream an incoherent version of his name.

“I’m yours, Trey,” I whimper when he fills me with his fingers again. It almost sends me over the edge for the second time. It blows my mind how easy it is for me to be turned on by him. He could wink at me and I would come. But it’s too soon from my last orgasm. There is no way I will be able to go again, can I?

“Uh, babe, that feels good, but I can’t, not yet.” I try to push myself farther up the bed and away from his skilled fingers. He laughs deep from his throat, barely lifting his head to look up to me from where he was lavishing my chest. Pulling me back down to him with one strong hand on my waist, not letting me escape.

“Shayla, with me, you will always be able to come, as many times as I say. I can make you feel so fucking good, beautiful. Give me another one,” he says, bending his finger up, hitting just the right spot. Within a few seconds I’m coming on his fingers again, my body covered in a light sheen of sweat. I watch in wonder as he lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. “Sweet.”

Holy hell, his eyes turned dark when he sucked my taste into his mouth.

Covering my pink cheeks with my hands, I turn my face to look out the window.

“Hey, don’t hide from me. Your body is nothing to be ashamed of. We’re nothing to be embarrassed of. For the rest of your life I will worship you without shame or regard. Got it?”

He pulls my hands down and away from my face. Molten desire etched on his perfect face. I can see my arousal on his lips, his tongue licking it clean. I reply with a breathy ‘yes.’

Standing back up from the bed, he walks over to his bag, stripping down to nothing as he goes. I see a shiny packet in his hand, noticing the condom before he makes his way over to me again.

I’m nervous to ask him the question that is storming in my brain. I want to be bare with him, no barrier, no condom. I trust he’s clean, because he wouldn’t do anything to put me in harm’s way, and I’m on the pill. Plus, like he said, sex with him is nothing to be ashamed of, so I shouldn’t be hesitant to ask him this. Standing over me—hard, naked, and perfect—I look him over, his arms are bulging with veins and it’s instant girl porn for me. His tan skin and lean six-pack look smooth enough to eat off of. Sitting up on my elbows, I look up at his figure.

This is it; I’m about to give myself to Trey. The man that holds all my memories, my best friend, my man. He knows the most intimate parts of who I am and I know that, without a doubt, this will be the best memory we’ve made yet.

My eyes travel from the messy hair on his head that is sticking straight up from where my hands were grabbing at it just a few minutes ago. They continue down his muscular arms, following over the peaks and deep valleys of his defined chest, making my core spasm. A wave of panic washes over me when I get to his large cock. It looks bigger than last night, maybe it’s because I know it’s going to hurt more when he enters me. Leaning down, he kisses the spot between my pubic bone and hipbone, my stomach fluttering with butterflies and my pussy clenching.

“Breathe, baby, I promise this will feel amazing. Just look at me and listen to my voice.” Placing his knees on the bed between my spread legs, he starts to open the condom, I grab his hand to stop him.

“I don’t want you to use the condom, I want you… I want our first time to be bare.” Gauging his reaction, his eyes fill with lust and the switch flips from sweet and gentle to hot and passionate. Witnessing Trey like this is magical.

“You sure, babe? Are you on the pill?” I nod, biting my lip.

“I’ve never been inside a woman bare,” he assures me. “Fuck, you’re a goddamn siren.” Laying his lower body weight on me, he grabs one of my hands and places it above my head while he puts the rest of his weight on his other hand. I lose myself in the licks he’s raining over my neck and chest, and I can feel him nudging at my tight entrance. My core is already soaking from being turned on and receiving two mind-numbing orgasms, and all I want is for him to fill me and cure the ache that I’m feeling.

“Baby, where’d you go? Do you wanna stop? We can stop.”

I spaced out as I was thinking of my own arousal, so now it’s my turn to reassure him.

“No, no, no, Trey. I want this. Make love to me.” His breath catches and a shimmer of light passes through his eyes, like I just told him that fairytales are real and Santa still exists.

That look draws me in, he looks so happy. It feels rewarding to see him this happy. He waits a few seconds before he speaks. “I love you, Shayla. I’m fucking in love with you.” I feel everything around me stand still, and the earth quits turning, flipping on its axis. He loves me, he has always loved me, but never has he said it like that. This was a moment I’ve envisioned in my head a thousand times. All of the things I’ve ever been told about love, or what it feels like to be in love, are minuscule ideas compared to what I’m feeling now.

“Say something, baby. You look like you want to say something.”

Smiling, I grab his cheeks then lean up to kiss his lips tenderly, pouring my heart and soul into my next words.

“I love you, Trey Adams.”

Kissing me one more time, I feel a slight pain in my core as he pushes slowly into me.

“Baby, this is going to hurt, but you need to breathe. It will feel better after a few minutes, okay?” I nod and wince, biting my lip to help me. I’m fighting the urge to shout out my discomfort. Shit, this hurts and shit, he is huge.

“You feel so fucking amazing, baby, I can feel it.”

Tags: C.C. Monroe Always and Forever Romance
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