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Crystal came undone, screaming his name and arching high off the bed, but he held her firm as he swallowed every last drop of her tangy flow.
This time when he lifted his head, she was staring at him through half-raised lashes, the sexy hint of a smile on her face. Trent spoke, uncaring how his words affected her.
“I’m a selfish bastard, Crystal. If it were within my power, I’d make the world fall away and keep you here forever.” His throat felt like raw barbed wire had scored his throat.
She only stared at him. Unmoving. Her eyes seemed to look straight into his very soul. No woman had ever been able to do that to him. Trent didn’t want to think too hard on such serious issues, however.
To take his mind off the out-of-control freight train of his thoughts, he slipped his hands beneath her hips, cupped her ass cheeks in his palms, and squeezed. She clenched up on him, drawing a grin from him.
“Before Mac and I came along, had you ever had a man’s cock in your tight little ass, Crystal?”
Her face turned red. I think not, Trent thought with masculine delight.
“Good, I’m glad we’re the only ones to touch you so intimately.”
That pushed her out of her delirium, and she began to shift and wiggle atop the bed, as if by doing so she could free herself. He knew better; the knot he had tied was secure.
“Trent, this is all becoming too much,” she said, her voice unsteady.”
“Shh, you trust me with your body, Crystal, I know you do. I won’t hurt you. I will never do anything you don’t wish. Just relax and let me show you how good you can feel, if only you will give yourself over to me.”
A long time passed with Crystal tense and afraid. Finally, she relented, but under one condition.
“Fine, but I want a safe word.”
That had his brow arching. “And how are you familiar with safe words?” It was a term used for couples who enjoyed bondage, dominance, and submissive-type sex. The idea that she might have done this with someone other than him and Mac, bothered Trent entirely too much. He had no right to inquire of her past relationships. He had a rather checkered past himself, and he would not relish an inquiry by her. Still, he was just chauvinistic enough to wish that he had been the only man to try such things with her.
But her next words had him sighing a little too vigorously in relief.
“I read about them in a romance book. The heroine was experimenting and wanted to be a slave to a master. They used a safe word, which meant that if she spoke it, the lovemaking stopped instantly,” she explained, and then calmly demanded, “So, I want a safe word.”
“You read some very interesting books, Crystal,” he murmured, amused and turned on at the same time. “What word would you like to be your safe word, baby?” His dick swelled painfully as they talked and images bombarded his head, making him want to flip her over to her stomach and slide into her tight, puckered opening.
“Bambi.”
Surely, Trent had not heard her correc
tly.
“Huh?”
She laughed, her body relaxing visibly as she grew increasingly more comfortable with their conversation. “It was the first thing that came to mind, don’t ask me why.”
At that point, she could have said just about anything; it would not have mattered in the slightest.
“Bambi it is,” Trent whispered, then he locked his gaze with hers, slowly lowered his head, and kissed her gently between the legs. She moaned beautifully for him. Trent lifted off of her completely, knowing that she stared at his every movement, her anxious expression cutting through his haze of lust the way nothing else could.
Tenderly, Trent slipped his hands beneath her and turned her over to her belly, careful to keep her as comfortable as possible. He arranged her legs wider and made sure her wrists weren’t bound too tight. He looked at her, lying in the center of the rumpled bed, the low light of the bedside lamp turning her skin golden. She was all spread out for his pleasure, her luscious body and plump bottom mere inches away from his eager fingers and cock, and he nearly whimpered like a whipped pup.
“You’re a feast for my starving libido, Crystal.”
She turned her head to speak, and Trent helped her by moving her long dark hair away from her face.
“You’ve been with other women, Trent,” she said, her voice small and unsure. “Probably a lot of them were more exciting, prettier, and definitely with a bigger sense of adventure than me.”
“I won’t deny that I’ve been with other women, but none could compare to you,” he told her as candidly as he knew how. “All I want is you. All I need is this.” And then he touched her, right where he’d wanted to touch her since they’d begun this wild back-and-forth dance.
The sleek skin of her ass was softer than any silk he’d ever touched. So round and firm and kissable.
