I fucking love that. She may still be struggling to fully trust me, but in moments like these, she gives herself over to me completely. Even when we hated each other, she trusted me in bed.
And that says something.
It proves to me that she is capable of trusting me. That somewhere deep down she knows that, even when I was being a fucked up asshole, there were some lines I wouldn’t cross.
That she could let herself fall with me, and I would catch her.
“Good girl,” I murmur, and the heat in my voice makes her shift, rubbing her thighs together.
I like that. I like knowing she’s so desperate for a little bit of relief that she can’t help but try to give it to herself.
But right now, that’s not her job. It’s mine.
Flicking open the button on her pants, I slide the zipper down. Then I tug the fabric down her legs, dropping to my knees behind her.
/> Her flats come off. Then her pants.
She’s still wearing her panties, and I was right. They’re fucking soaked.
Her top is still on too, and the billowy fabric hangs down toward the floor. From where I’m kneeling behind her, I can just catch a glimpse of her breasts, still covered by her bra.
Her palms are planted flat on the mattress, leaving her bent over almost at a right angle. Her ass is perfectly on display for me, as is the damp crotch of her panties.
Humming in satisfaction, I drag my finger over the wet patch of fabric.
“Is this for me, Holloway? Is all this for me? You soaked your panties through.”
“Yes.”
It’s a groan this time, and I reward her honesty by sliding my finger down to graze her clit.
She jumps at the contact, her toes curling as her knees bend slightly. She arches her back, pressing her hips toward me as she tries to get more friction.
My cock is about to punch through the fabric of my jeans. Rising to my feet quickly, I shuck my own pants, kicking off my shoes and pulling my shirt over my head with one hand. When I’m naked, I drape my body over Emma’s from behind, letting her feel every inch of me as I slowly drag the fabric of her top up her body.
She moans again as my dick slides between her ass cheeks, slipping between her folds and getting slicked with her arousal.
The shirt goes over her head. With half the buttons gone, there’s not much holding it together anymore. When she moves to lift her hands to slide it off her arms, I grab her hips tightly, pulsing my cock between her thighs.
“I said don’t move, Holloway. Stay right where you are.”
She whimpers, dropping her head. But she complies. Her shirt stays pooled on the mattress, the sleeves gathered around her wrists, and all she’s left in is her bra and panties.
A flick of my fingers releases her bra.
And when I shred the panties from her body with a quick rip and snap, her yelp makes my cock twitch.
Tossing the ruined fabric to the floor, I slide my fingers down her slit again. This time, there’s nothing between me and her pussy, and I can’t resist dipping two fingers inside her, feeling her channel tighten around them.
“I like that,” I murmur. “That’s what you’ll do to my cock, isn’t it? When I’m buried inside you? You’ll squeeze and squeeze, and you’ll moan so loud West and Reese will know I’m fucking you. You’ll grip me so tight it’s like you never want me to leave, huh, baby? Won’t you?”
“Yes. Fuck, Trent, yes. Please—”
God, I like hearing her beg.
But I like giving her what she wants even more.
Before the plea is even out of her mouth, I thrust my fingers deeper, angling them to hit the exact spot I know she needs.