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I trembled against him while his tongue slid back and forth across my lips until I gasped for breath and he slipped inside my mouth, teasing and torturing me. Trey’s kisses were hypnotic, they were intoxicating, and when he pulled back, I felt a little drunk because all I could see was his smiling face.
“Wow.”
“Exactly,” he growled and his lips moved from my mouth to my jaw and my neck while his hands explored my curves and cupped my bottom to pull me flush up against his erection. “You taste like strawberries.”
I laughed against his mouth. “It’s my lip balm.”
“Mmm,” he growled. “Can I rub it all over your body?”
Yes, please. “Maybe.”
Trey growled and scooped me into his arms, kissing me crazy as he carried me to the living room. My back hit the sofa with a gasp as Trey’s weight settled on top of me. “So curvy,” he whispered.
I smiled as he dotted kisses all over me, his hands lifting and removing my clothes, his lips covering the spots cooled by the night air. When Trey smiled down at me, touched my body, I felt not just desired, but desirable. “Trey,” I moaned and arched into his touch.
“You smell so good, Val.” His mouth moved over me softly, his big hands molded my hips before the moved to cup my breasts. When his mouth touched me there, I sucked in a breath and bucked up against him. Trey worshipped my breasts, licking and sucking the underside before he tugged a nipple in my mouth. He growled as if I was the best thing he’d ever tasted and I smiled to myself.
With every swipe of his tongue, every erotic growl, my self-consciousness disappeared. Trey was the first man, he was the only man I’d been with other than Rodney, and I’d felt old and frumpy until he looked at me. Until he touched me and tasted me. “Trey, yes!”
“Hell yes,” he moaned and kissed his way down my belly and when he used his broad shoulders to spread my legs, I gasped and reached out to touch him.
“Trey,” I stopped him and sat up. “You don’t have to do that.” Rodney didn’t like it and I assumed most men didn’t either.
“I didn’t have to spend time worshipping your beautiful breasts either, but I did.” He licked his lips and pulled the black lace down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder. “Now be a good little girl and enjoy yourself, would you?”
I wanted to tell him that it was all right, that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself if he was doing this out of some misguided sense of obligation, but his tongue darted out and flicked over my clit. My hips bucked up of their own free will, eager to feel more of that delicious pleasure.
“Oh!”
His only response was a growl as his feasted on my core, licking me up and down in slow hypnotic strokes that made me drunk with pleasure. His tongue dipped inside of me, doing exactly what I needed to bring me closer and closer to the edge. Then his lips covered his teeth and tugged on my clit and I lost it, completely lost it. My body shook and vibrated with my first real orgasm in a long time.
“You’re beautiful when you come apart, Val. I hope you know that.”
Heat reddened my cheeks and I covered my face. “Thank you.”
He laughed and pulled my hands away. “Don’t be shy now, Val. I know your secret, you’re a bombshell, babe.”
“I just laid here.”
“Oh no you didn’t. I watched your every move, every squirm and roll of your hips. Those naughty little moans?” He sat up and removed his shirt, and holy hell my mouth went dry. “Look what those sounds did to me.” He grabbed his erection over his pants and I groaned.
“Trey, please.” I sat up and instinctively reached out to touch him, to see if he felt as hard and amazing as he looked. His slacks were soft but my mind was focused on what was underneath, the long hard ridge of his arousal outlined by fine wool. He was long and thick, impressively so, and my fingers were hungry to feel all of him. “Wow, so hard but so soft.”
He grinned with satisfaction. “You’re testing my willpower Valona. A lot.”
“A lot?” I pulled the tab on his pants and tugged on his zipper before my hand slipped inside and fisted his cock in my hands. It was velvety smooth on top of the steely erection and I couldn’t stop touching him. “How much?”
“So. Much.” The words escaped on a low, guttural growl that hit me right between the legs.
But I liked having him so off-kilter, so mad with desire that he had to clench his jaw, fist his hands in the fabric of my sofa to keep himself from going off like a rocket. “Even your cock is pretty.”
