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“I think you’re an amazing man or I wouldn’t be here,” I say. “You’re more than the sum of your parts, Trevor. You’re funny and you also happen to be the sexiest man I know.”
As he chuckles, I swear he’s blushing. “Why, thank you. But you forgot one more thing. He’s hungry.”
“We can remedy that,” I say, glad to feel the tension between us fading away. “Are we still on for pizza or would you prefer something else?”
“Pizza’s good.”
We order pizza and pick a comedy to watch for the evening. Nothing too stressful or emotional, one where we can laugh and relax while enjoying dinner. Even better, we’ve moved from the couch to the carpeted floor where we’ve arranged comforters and pillows all around us, like a nest.
By the time the movie is winding down, we’re no longer paying attention to the screen. I’m tracing the lines on Trevor’s palm while he watches me intently. When I feel his mouth press against the top of my head, I turn to look up at him and our lips meet.
My whole body sighs at the contact. It’s all I’ve been waiting for since I walked in and I twist my body toward his, my hand leaving his palm to stroke his bearded jaw.
“Hi there. Fancy meeting you here,” I whisper as he grins.
“I think we’ve long since moved past that.” His mouth descends on mine then, hot and demanding. Tantalizing. My toes curl and the butterflies in my belly flutter to life. He tastes of woodsmoke and clean soap, the feel of his arms around me tightening as he shifts position so he’s leaning over me.
Trevor groans, a rumbly sound that vibrates through me as his mouth moves from my lips to my earlobe, nibbling as his beard tickles my neck. His hand drifts lower, cupping and squeezing my breast through the fabric of my sweatshirt.
My fingers dig into his shoulder, my other hand sliding down his broad chest and hard abdomen, tugging at his sweatshirt. “Take off your shirt,” I whisper. “Hell, take everything off.”
He lifts his head and gazes at me, grinning. “Impatient already?”
“You know I am.” I tug at his shirt again, this time pulling it off his shoulders and tossing it aside. “Your pants next.”
“Demanding, too,” he murmurs.
“You know it.”
Trevor rolls onto his back and this time, I help him, sliding his sweatpants down his hips and thighs, smiling to myself when I realize he’s not wearing any underwear.
“Guess you and I had the same idea,” I chuckle as I set his pants aside. I can’t get enough of the sight of him, his muscled chest and abdomen, thick thighs. A tattoo that hadn’t been there the night we first met, of a bone frog holding a trident over his left shoulder blade. My gaze drifts lower to his cock standing at attention, hard and magnificent.
“Now your turn,” he murmurs, his voice deep, his gaze hungry.
As Trevor watches me undress, I take my time, pulling the sweatshirt over my head slowly before doing a shimmy with my hips as I slide my sweatpants down my thighs. Trevor bites his lower lip, his nostrils flaring as he watches me slide one leg out of my pants at a time.
“Come here,” he growls and I crawl on my hands and knees toward him, loving the way he watches me hungrily. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, pulling my face toward him and kissing me hard, his tongue slipping between my teeth as my breasts press against his hard chest.
He pushes me down on the comforter, his kisses moving down my neck and my breasts. I gasp when he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it as I moan, my fingers digging into the skin of his shoulder. He takes the other nipple and nibbles. I arch my back, his erection pressing against my thigh.
His hand slides between my legs, his fingers gliding between my slit. I moan his name. He slides lower, kissing, licking down my belly and along the sensitive skin over each hip bone before nudging my thighs apart.
As Trevor buries his face between my legs, the touch of his tongue on my clit sends delicious sensations shooting through my core. I clench my thighs around his head as he torments my pussy with his tongue and his mouth, one finger sliding inside followed by another. I grip the comforter with one hand, the other pressed against my mouth to muffle my cries.
“Come for me, Claudia,” Trevor says as he looks up at me. “I want to hear you.”
And I do. As he draws my clit between his lips and sucks, I scream his name, the sensations so intense I see stars behind my eyelids. He murmurs something I don’t hear but feel, the words vibrating through my body and sending shivers of pleasure rippling throughout.
My body buckles against him, his forearms pressing down my hips, keeping me in place as I shatter before him. Still, he keeps going, sucking my clit and sending me even higher, his beard tickling the insides of my thighs, his grip of my thighs reminding me that I’ve never allowed myself to let go like this before.
When I finally come down from my orgasm, I notice Trevor studying me, as if baring me even more than he already has. “Kiss me,” I whisper and he does and I taste myself on his lips and tongue as his arms wrap around me, cradling my neck in his hand.
“You taste of heaven,” he murmurs.
I bite my lower lip. “What does heaven taste like, exactly?”
He nuzzles his face into my neck. “Salted caramel, actually.”
