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Now I’m too damn turned on to finish my cupcake. I take one bite, setting the cupcake back into the box, then dismiss myself quickly and run to the bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I take a deep breath, thinking about what to do next. My stomach is in knots; my core is aching for him. I feel like it’s the first time, he had such a way about him tonight, something I can’t summon into words. The look in his eyes was raw, the touch of his hand was demanding, and his carnal need for me was apparent. Coursing through every vein in my body, I want to be completely taken by Trey tonight. Memories of the lingerie I bought come rushing in, I still haven’t worn it for him.
Going into my closet, I open the middle drawer on my island. Pulling out a black lace thong and matching bra, I hurry and change into it. The lace saves nothing for the imagination, my breasts are on display for his eyes and my lady parts are his for the taking. I’m so turned on right now I can feel my legs going numb and my core throbbing. It must have been the wine. I reach into the drawer and grab my garter belt and slip it on. I skip the lace pantyhose that came with the set, liking the look of the garters hanging loosely. I pull my hair from its current updo and let it fall messily around my tan shoulders, mussing it up a little more with my fingers. Next, I add a touch of lip-gloss to complete the look. My smoky eye from earlier is still in prestige condition. Taking a final lookover at myself in my full body mirror, I get a new rush of adrenaline.
Continuing to stare at my reflection in the mirror, I question, who is she? If you would have asked me a few weeks ago what kind of person I would become after belonging to Trey, I would still say the same thing. A shy girl with so many insecurities you could write a self-help book about it. But here I stand, not afraid of myself. In fact, I’m confident in who I am as a woman. I don’t have insecurities about myself when I’m standing in front of Trey. No, I’m more filled with assurance of who I am as a woman and as a lover than anything else.
Upon hearing my bedroom door open, I realize time must have gotten away from me. The static in the air and the natural pull I feel when he walks into the room hits me like a ton of bricks.
“Babe! Didn’t I tell you I wanted you on the bed, waiting?” His rasp sounding like I feel—horny and desperate for a thorough fuck.
“You did,” I whisper, popping my head out from the closet, hiding my body from his sight.
Cocking his eyebrow at me, he questions my stance with a smile, placing his bag next to the dresser. “What’re you doing in the closet? You should’ve been ready for me.” He stalks toward me slowly, very slowly.
“Maybe I’m naked, or maybe I’m not.” I step out, giving my best seductive stance I can. My hip is cocked to the side, my opposite leg bent at the knee swinging back and forth, opening and closing for him, giving him a clear view of my see-through panties.
“Fuuuuuck, baby. You look like sin wrapped in fucking lace. My own fucking gift.”
“This old thing?” I turn unhurriedly, making sure to stop for a longer period of time when my entire ass is on display. That’s his favorite part of my body, he’s an ass man and he’s not ashamed.
Throwing my hair over my shoulder, I gently rest my chin on top of it. Pouting my lips just enough to get him even more excited. He hasn’t moved an inch since I showed him my ensemble, I could be chest to chest with him in a few steps, but I stay here, teasing him a little longer.
“Your ass is fucking huge, baby, I could bite it.”
Please do.
“You want me?”
“What kind of question is that? Yeah, I want to throw you on the bed and get lost deep inside of you. Mine. Raw. Bare.”
I don’t wa
nt to tease anymore; I want to be taken, manhandled by my strong, sexy man.
“Then lay me on that bed and show me how bad you want me.” I point to the bed, challenging him. He closes the distance between us in less than a second.
“Come here.” He places his hands on my bare ass and lifts me so my legs are wrapped around his waist and my wet core is against his stomach. When our lips connect, electricity hits. His tongue is soft and warm against mine, it makes my natural instinct to kiss back almost competitive. I want to kiss him harder than he’s kissing me. His teeth bite my upper lip, making a loud sucking noise when he lets go, then he soothes the bite with a light suck.
“Trey, I love you,” I whisper, touching my forehead to his, making sure he’s looking into my eyes when I declare my love for him. No matter how much we say it, I still feel the butterflies taking flight deep in my belly.
“I love you, so fucking much.” He tilts his face into my neck nipping his way down the thin column to where it’s more sensitive and fully exposed to his delicious sucks and pulls of my skin between his lips.
“Don’t go to work tomorrow. Stay in this bed and let me feast on you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” His low rumble vibrates against my chest while he lays me on my back. Sitting back on his calves between my spread legs, he slowly undresses, releasing himself from the clothes that restrain him. As much as I’d like to stay in bed and be his buffet, tomorrow is a big day—I’m signing paperwork for the lease on our new location.
“I can’t, tomorrow’s a big day.” A weird light passes through his eyes, passing as quickly as it came. “What’s wrong?”
I lose his heat when he stands to go and drop his pants; I sit up and wrap my hands around the band of his briefs, trying to bring him back to me, not just physically but emotionally. Pulling his briefs down, his dick springs free. It’s hard, the tip graced with pre-cum, I lick my lips at the image. Sitting up, I look into his impassive face, it’s clear of any kind of emotions, leading me blindly, because I have no idea what he’s thinking. Not sure what’s going on in his mind, only sure that his silence means he’s no longer here with me as the dominant man but something else. I lick the tip of his cock, hoping it will bring him back to me, give him a renewed desire to take me. The concern I have dissipates when I see him shudder, throwing his head back and letting a growl fill the room. Welcome back, Mr. Adams.
Dropping his head, his eyes land on me again, I can see his dilated pupils fill with unadulterated lust, they look dangerously dark. Pulling my panties to the side, I hear a loud rip echo through the room. My panties now reduced to nothing but shredded cloth in his clenched hand.
Holy hell, that was sexy.
“Baby…” I moan, looking up at his body standing tall and proud in front of me, Trey is gifted with a body of a Viking and he is not bashful about it. I go to reach for the garter belt around my wide hips when Trey shoves my hands away.
“Leave that on, it looks sexy around your tiny waist, right above your bare pussy.” I swallow thickly, his carnal words make me even more wet, I can feel it on my inner thigh. He climbs on the bed between my legs, pushing me higher up as he goes. Positioning me for what will be one of our hottest sex sessions yet, I’m sure. When we’re in the center of the bed, he leans back onto his calves, and once settled, he grabs my waist.
“You ready?”
I nod my surrender; I’m more than ready. Horny and needy as hell.
