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I gently push my thumbs into the sides of her calf, moving them in slow circles. With a firm grip, I slide my hands over her knee, and the farther up her thigh I get, the more labored her breathing becomes.
“This could take all night,” she moans as I knead the delicate skin.
“I’ve got nowhere to be.”
I spend the next five minutes torturing her, massaging her. She watches my every move while I watch her, enamored with the breathy little moans coming out of her mouth.
Cupping my hands around her thigh, I slide them up her leg, this time pushing higher until I sneak below the hem of her shorts. I brush my thumb against her inner thigh and watch as Claire’s breath hitches.
Her chest is heaving, and if my cock gets any harder, it’s going to explode. Claire’s knees fall open, and while I want nothing more than to rip her panties off and sink myself into her tight, warm heat, she deserves so much more.
I’ve closed my eyes, trying to slow myself down, when I feel her hand on mine.
I look up, my eyes meeting hers. She blinks and looks down at our hands on her inner thigh, and ever so slowly she guides my hand, pushing it until my fingers meet the edge of her underwear.
No words are needed. Everything she wants from me is written across her face. She’s screaming at me to give her what she wants.
Please, Trevor. Touch me.
Claire
I can’t believe I’m doing this, practically begging a man to touch me.
Oh, wait. Yes, I can, because that man is Trevor, and his magical hands are eliciting all sorts of sensations, and while I love the massage, I simply can’t wait another second to feel his hands on other parts of my body.
Pulling my bottom lip into my mouth, I look down at him. One second he’s watching me, as though he’s warring with himself about what to do, and the next he’s reaching for my shorts, pulling them down my legs with my panties, and tossing them to the side.
“Open.” He shoulders his way between my legs, hooks his arms under my thighs, and buries his face against me.
“Shit.” I moan, pushing my fingers into the short strands of his silky hair, holding him to me.
Wrapping his lips around my clit, Trevor sucks the tight ball of nerves into his mouth, and my hips buck against his face. Each swipe of his tongue pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“You taste so damn good, Claire.” His words, spoken against my flesh, send vibrations through my body, and I grind myself against him.
The sight of Trevor’s big body between my thighs, his mouth on me, is almost too much, but I force myself to watch because I don’t want to miss a single second of what happens between us tonight.
Trevor pushes two fingers deep inside of me, curling them at just the right angle. Every nerve ending fires at once, and I dig my heels into the mattress, holding on to his head for dear life.
“That’s it,” he coaxes. “So damn sexy. You taste like heaven.” He ends his verbal ministrations with a flick of his tongue against my clit, and that combination sends me hurtling into orgasmic bliss. I come, loud and long, and when the final tremor ripples through me, Trevor lifts his head from between my legs.
His smile is arrogant and sexy.
My eyes drift shut, and I know there’s a lazy, sated grin gracing my lips as Trevor climbs up my body, leaving the sweetest little kisses along the way. His lips graze my inner thighs, my belly, the swells of my breasts, my neck, and when he reaches my mouth, he kisses me there too.
“You moan a lot when my face is between your legs.”
“Mmm…” I hum, loving the feel of his five o’clock shadow against my jaw.
“Makes me wonder what other noises I could get you to make.”
I grin up at him, open my eyes, and press myself against his erection. “There’s only one way to find out.”
Trevor’s smile falls. “I don’t have a condom.”
Trevor Allen doesn’t have a condom? Now that’s something I thought I’d never hear. “Really?”
“I didn’t come here tonight to sleep with you, Claire. I came here to talk.” He sounds a little put off, and I feel bad because I didn’t mean to upset him.
