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So far away from his mouth.
On his knees between her legs, Trent leaned down and licked one smooth cheek from the crook of her leg to the small of her back. The startled sound that came from Crystal was not so much from fear, but from sexual hunger. He recognized her sounds already, her needy little whimpers and anxious groans. He wanted to make her scream with a satisfaction that only he could give her.
Moving off the bed completely, Trent asked, “Oil. Where do you keep your body oil?”
“Bathroom, underneath the sink, there’s a bottle of massage oil.”
“Sit tight, baby, I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry, Trent, before I lose my nerve.”
He touched the cleft of her ass and stroked her intimately. “Only desire at my hands, never pain, my pretty Crystal.”
She did not speak, but her body told him all that he needed. She believed him, and her total acceptance of him was something he’d never felt before—not even from his own family.
She was a treasure, and he meant to keep her.
Quickly, Trent retrieved the body oil and started out of the bathroom, but the words etched in a flowing calligraphy script across the blue bottle caught his attention. The label read, Touch of Love Aromatherapy. Strawberry-Scented.
Interesting, even if he was dangerously close to feeling seriously jealous as to the reason Crystal might have such a thing in her possession.
He left the bathroom and wasted no time in resuming his position between the silky thighs of the woman he loved. He popped the top of the bottle, watching for any signs of fear or worry from Crystal, but as he poured a small amount into his palm and smoothed his hands together to warm the slippery liquid, he could almost see Crystal’s heart pick up speed. Her body went rigid at once. What did she think? That he would simply shove himself inside of her?
His aim was to prove to her that nothing between a man and woman should be dirty or wrong, so long as both parties agreed.
He touched her shoulders first, and he could tell she was surprised. Crystal had expected him to delve right in, but that was not his way. He savored and enjoyed.
Trent began moving his hands over her collarbone next, and then her neck got some of his attention. She had a long, elegant neck. He wanted to bite her elegant neck.
But not quite yet.
Then, as he skated his palms down her arms to her bound wrists, he could feel the hum of pleasure emanating from Crystal. He massaged the oil into the skin of her wrists, easing the restraint even more, so that her arms were now barely tied at all. For him it wasn’t about the binding. The binding was only for enhanced stimulation. Pleasure and fulfillment came from her total submission. That was what turned Trent’s blood to molten lava. And if she was able to get away, but chose to give all control to him instead, then he had not only her body but her trust, as well.
Once Trent was satisfied that he’d made her as comfortable as possible, he poured more oil into his palms and touched her spine. He took utmost care in massaging each vertebrae, feeling her body slump as she relaxed even more. Only then did he lean down to place a small kiss to a spot that he’d already massaged.
“Strawberry, huh?” he asked against her slippery skin, his curiosity over why she might have sensual body oil getting the better of him.
“I, well, I thought maybe I’d try something different with Richard. I thought that maybe if I put more effort into our sex life, he’d be more interested in me.”
“Richard,” Trent grumbled, “was an ass.”
Crystal laughed and said, “Pretty much.”
He smoothed his fingertips over her lower back then, and growled, “You’re spice enough for any man, Crystal. Props are unnecessary.”
“Mm, I don’t think I can talk with you doing that. Oh my, that feels so incredible. You’re one talented man, Trent. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
He smiled, cocky and turned on all at once.
He let his fingers drift over the small indentations above her bottom, and then murmured, “You’re being a very good little sex slave, Crystal. Shall I reward you?”
“Oh yeah, please reward me, Trent.”
Trent let his slick fingers slide between her ass cheeks, and then slid one finger up and down. Over and over again, making certain she was completely slick with the massage oil before he slipped it into her a bare inch. He felt her startled intake of breath at the slight invasion. Still, she didn’t use the safe word.
“Will you beg for me?” he asked in a heated command, as the need to fill her with his cock instead of his finger began to ride him hard.
Her body, once gone pliant, was now strung tight, and her quiet voice pleaded with him. “Anything, Trent, just please give me my reward.”
