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He started with the shirt, as she’d done. He undid one button at a time until it was hanging open, revealing a well-defined chest. He shifted his shoulders, and the shirt fell to the floor. She never took her eyes from him, and when he got to his pants, he was all but bursting with need. Her anticipation of what was to come driving him on. He unsnapped and unzipped and his erection happily sprang free.
Still, Trent made no move to join her on the bed. First, he wanted something from her. “Touch yourself for me. The way you did with Mac.” She looked puzzled and he explained, “Mac told me about the phone call. I pictured every move you made. I knew exactly what you looked like, but it dr
ove me mad wishing I could be here, in this very room, watching you.”
She gave him that sexy, cat-that-ate-the-canary smile and then did as he’d proposed, one hand moving to her breast, the other to her mound. She arched her back and closed her eyes, fondling herself for his viewing pleasure. She was stunningly candid, and Trent could take only so much.
He went to her, moving over her aroused body, pinning her beneath his larger frame. Using his knee, Trent pushed her legs open wide and settled himself between them. Keeping himself from sinking into the cradle of her warmth was by far the hardest thing he’d ever done. But he wanted this to last a little longer. He didn’t want it to end just yet. If he was being honest with himself, he’d admit that he also wanted to be the only man who could bring her such a wealth of pleasure. He wanted to be etched into her memory forever.
He took her hands and raised her arms above her head until she was stretched out under him like an offering. He held her in place by wrapping his hand around both her tiny wrists. Once he was satisfied that he truly had her right where he wanted her, he let his other hand have free rein. Stroking her wet folds open, he sank his finger inside. Crystal moaned and thrashed about. Seeing her breasts sway back and forth in her struggle for completion was the ultimate temptation to him. He took one round breast into his mouth and suckled the sensitive tip, when suddenly she screamed his name and came yet again.
Once her contractions subsided, Trent took his finger out of her and rubbed her juices over her other nipple. He licked and suckled it, lavishing it with the same amount of attention that he had the first. Once he was sure that both breasts were glistening and rosy from his ministrations, he pressed a gentle kiss to her mouth, then lifted his head up and away from her altogether. He let go of her hands and lifted off of her only long enough to flip her over and onto her stomach. He came back down atop her, caging her in with his arms at either side of her head, and drove his throbbing cock into her with one quick movement.
“Christ, you feel good,” he whispered into her ear. “So wet and tight and all mine.” The possessive words tumbled out of him, and he was pleased when he felt Crystal gasp and nod her head in agreement.
He held her still as he pumped into her from behind. He felt his own orgasm building, but he wasn’t through with her, not just yet. He moved his hand beneath her hips and seized her clit between his index finger and thumb. Trent rolled the swollen nub, pinching and caressing, even as he impaled her tight sheath. When he felt Crystal’s pleasure mounting, cresting, he moved his hips even faster, harder, until he was buried so deep he didn’t ever want to leave the safe haven of her body. This time, when Crystal soared over the edge, she took Trent with her.
Trent became aware of two things at once. The first was that he was most assuredly crushing Crystal, and the second was that she wasn’t protesting his heavy weight. He rolled off her and stared down at her prone body.
“Crystal?” His voice held a note of worry. Perhaps he’d been too eager, too rough. She was so small and delicate. Then she mumbled something and Trent reached out and grabbed her by the waist. He laid her out on top of him and then asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, just exhausted. Happy, but exhausted.”
Crystal’s sleepy mumble was music to his ears. “You’ve not eaten yet. Once you have, you’ll feel better.”
She gave a contented sigh, slipped down his body, and rested her cheek against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him, desperate to keep her with him now that their loving had come to an end. He wanted to bind her to him somehow, never let her go.
When they went to dinner later, Trent had no doubt that other men would check her out. But he couldn’t be so selfish as to keep her hidden away. He would just have to trust that she wouldn’t let anyone else sway her feelings toward him.
“The thought of sharing you with anyone but Mac makes me see red,” he blurted out.
Crystal stared suspiciously at him, and said, “Is this some macho thing?”
His voice was so low she almost didn’t hear him when he said, “You smiled at my brother. He smiled at you. He flirted.”
Crystal blinked in astonishment. That Trent could possibly be jealous after what they’d just shared together, well, it was ridiculous. Jealous of a smile when he’d managed to make her scream in ecstasy? She couldn’t help it; she giggled.
“What the hell is so funny?”
Crystal quieted and settled against him more comfortably. She wiggled her hips to press more firmly into his groin for emphasis as she said, “After you gave me not one, but three deliciously satisfying orgasms, you’re jealous over a mere smile?”
Put that way, he did seem unreasonable. He moved his hand down her back and cupped her bottom firmly. “Where you are concerned, I can’t seem to help my caveman tendencies, baby. I hate to even think of another man looking at you, much less coaxing a cute little smile out of you.”
Her eyes darkened and heated, and Trent was once again struck by her unusual beauty. “Trent, no other man has ever made me feel the way you do.” She smoothed his brow with a fingertip and said, “Mac and you are the only guys for me. Josh is nice, but he isn’t you.”
“I’m glad to hear that, baby.” He started to get up. “Want to go to dinner?”
Crystal got up and went to her closet. “Just give me a minute to find a new outfit. The one I started out in got a bit wrinkled.”
Trent watched her get out fresh clothes. As she bent at the waist and inched a beige skirt up her calves, he had the perfect view of her ass. “Mm, I could get used to this.”
Crystal gasped. “Hey, quit eyeballing me. I’m hungry and you’re going to feed me.”
Trent laughed as he left the bed and got back into his own clothes. “I was in the mood for Greek, you?”
She moaned. “Sounds perfect.”
He crossed the room and kissed the back of her head. “You’re perfect, baby.”
