“That was hot as hell.” Val shook her head, not meeting my eyes. “You don’t think I found it hot that you’re so ready for me, I got you off in a few minutes? Then you’re not paying attention, babe.”
I took her hand and put it on my cock, growling when she gave it a sexy little squeeze. “Trey, no!”
“Yes, and it’s all because of you.”
The corners of her mouth curled into a satisfied smile. “Me?”
“You.”
“And if I wanted you to prove it to me?”
I leaned back in the passenger seat and removed my fingers from her slick center to put them in my mouth, loving the strangled groan she let out at my actions. “I’d tell you to take what you want, Val.”
She was hesitant at first, but after a few cock strokes, I was right where I wanted to be, balls deep inside this beautiful, sexy woman. She sat up a little taller and leaned back, taking me a little deeper with a gasp. “So full.”
“So deep,” I replied and gripped her hips. “Let me see you come apart, Valona.”
She licked her lips and put her hands on my shoulders, gripping me tight so she could ride me like a real cowgirl, bouncing and rolling her hips, taking me in deep strokes and then hollow strokes before she found that she preferred the deeper strokes. “Trey, Yes! God, yes!” She grew wilder with her desire with every stroke. Her gorgeous tits bounced and I opened the snaps on her dress to reveal them, to roll her pink nipples between my fingers and then my teeth. “Oh, yes!”
When she made those sounds I knew that I would give her anything else she asked for. If she wanted my money, all of my free time, my commitment, she only needed to ask as she took me deeper in her body and pulsed around me, squeezing me until my vision blurred. “Valona,” I growled and dug my fingers into her ass, helping her move up and down faster and deeper.
Our gazes connected like magnets, unable to look away as we exploded together. “Trey!” She shouted my name as her pleasure peaked and then collapsed on top of me, licking my neck and nibbling my ear. “That was…wow.”
I laughed and thrust up into her in short, shallow strokes. “Is there a word better than wow? Because I think wow is still flooding my veins.”
She laughed again, the sound soft and melodic. “Right? I thought it was just me.”
“I think it’s just us. Together.”
She pulled back with a smile. “You know, Trey, I think you might be on to something. This was fun.”
“So much fun,” I agreed with a satisfied smile. “We should do it again. Often.”
Valona said nothing as she slid off me and straightened her clothes in the driver’s seat. She remained quiet as she righted herself with a dreamy little sigh. “I like being with you Trey. I feel as if I’m outside of myself when I’m you.”
“That’s one hell of a compliment coming from a woman like you.”
She laughed. “Like me? Oh, please. I didn’t do things like this when I was a teenager, I was too much of a good girl, but with you it just comes naturally.”
Damn this woman aimed arrows straight at my heart without even realizing it. She saw me as a man, an adult who was responsible for another life. She saw more than a model, more than a pretty face, and that made her even more irresistible.
“Then I feel privileged to be the one you chose to do this with.”
She laughed softly and shook her head, resting her hand on my thigh as if she’d been doing it for years. “You’re easy to be myself around Trey.”
“Good, because I like it when you are yourself, Valona. A lot.” She smiled at me and I smiled back. We sat there for several long moments just staring and smiling at each other, like two besotted teenagers. “Is that the word I’m thinking of?”
“I don’t know Trey, I’m not in your head.”
“You are,” I assured her. “All the time, but I was just thinking that we’re staring like besotted teenagers. Is that the right word?”
“I don’t know Trey, are you besotted with me?”
“I do believe I am, Valona.” Before I could say more, my phone buzzed and rang somewhere in the car. I found it under the seat and groaned. “I should take this in case it’s about Keri.”
She motioned for me to answer the phone and turned her head in an effort to offer some privacy.
“This is Trey.”
“Trey, man, I’ve sent you three emails and you don’t respond? I’m hurt.” The deep slightly accented voice of my agent, my former agent confused me.
“Alexi, hey man. Good to hear from you. Why are you emailing me instead of texting like a normal person?”