Page 102 of Promise

I’m so stunned, I stand taller, hands frozen on her ribs, tucked under her breasts. “What?”

“We had sex weeks ago, but we haven’t done anything else since then.”

“I was giving you space. And time. And⁠—”

“No more space,” Trinity jabs my chest. “No more time.”

“Trin?” I swallow thickly, but that finger at my chest becomes a sharp weapon, pressing me back with strength I wouldn’t expect from her.

Or maybe I’m just under her spell as she walks me backward until my ass hits the top of the couch.

She slides her finger down my ribs, over my abs, and hooks it in my waistband.

“Damn sweatpants,” she mutters, then glances up at me. “Is that for me?”

We both glance down at what’s obviously long and hard beneath the dark cotton of my pants.

“Always for you, Forever. Only for you.”

With her eyes back on me, she asks, “May I?”

“Please,” I choke out. Please, please, please.

Her hand rests over my hardness, my cock stiffer than it’s ever been. With a firm squeeze from her, I close my eyes. She moans. I don’t make a sound.

I’m revved up but silent. Afraid to break this spell she has me under.

With one long drag up my length and a pinch at the tip, I choke. “Forever.”

She tucks her fingers around the waistband, and I grip the edge of the couch as she slips her hand inside my sweats.

“No underwear?” Her voice is all syrup sweet, but I can’t answer thanks to her confidently wrapping her hand around me, squeezing just the way I like it from her.

“Trin.” I swallow hard before she’s tugging my pants down. Just enough to set me free. The waistband of my sweatpants stretches across my thighs, just below my balls.

She cups me there next, kneading me, tightening her hold.

“Trinity.” My voice rises. Blood rushes through my veins. One of my legs starts to quiver.

When she lowers to her knees in front of me, I see stars before she’s even done anything. Just her hand around my shaft, her mouth nearing the tip.

She gives me a soft kiss, and I nearly come out of my skin.

“Baby,” I whisper-choke, petting over her head once, then setting my hand back on the couch, letting her take control. Letting her lead this dance.

She runs her tongue up the hard length, and my hips buck forward. I might explode before she ever takes me in her mouth.

“So good,” I whisper. No one has ever compared to her.

With one hand on my upper thigh, her other at my base, she opens wide and takes me into her warm, wet mouth.

My eyes close, the sensation too great, but I don’t want to miss a second, so I look down at her.

“So pretty,” I quietly say again. Her lips spread around me, taking me into her.

She smiles at the praise.

“You like that. Being told you’re so good.”