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She moved her arm in front of her mouth, pressing it firmly against her lips.
His head lifted as his other hand continued to tease her. “No, don’t stop.”
Her head shifted again as his fingers played, but she forced her eyes to focus on him, trying to decipher his words.
“I want to hear what you like,” Trenton said, moving her arm off her mouth himself.
She blinked up at him. There was no smile on his face. Instead, his intent stare made the warmth in her stomach spread. His fingers plucked at her nipple as he studied her face, and she moaned again.
“Christ, Celia,” he said, his hands moving to wrap around her even as his chest came down. He lifted her as he slid against her breasts, the hardness of his chest rubbing the peaked nipples in a lingering caress as he captured her mouth again. His tongue stroked inside, and hers slid to match it and then sucked. It was his turn to groan as he moved against her again. His hardness had returned to the juncture of her thighs, and she gasped into his mouth at the sharp pleasure that arced through her. Not wanting to let that hardness slip away, she hooked her legs around him again, keeping it pressed against where she ached the most.
Trenton arched into her once, twice, and then stilled. He sucked in a breath, then appeared to forget to release it.
A sense of disappointment slid into her, and her legs fell wider even as she moved against him. The hardness hit right where she wanted it, and she began to buck, wanting to keep that feeling.
His hands slid down the bare skin at her sides to stroke her clothed hips even as his breath shuddered. “Shh, it’s okay. Wait a minute, Celia.”
She stilled, her eyes opening to find his.
“I don’t want to rush this,” he told her, hugging her close.
It was sweet and felt nice, but her body craved more. “Let me go,” she said, the thickness in her voice something she’d never heard before.
He immediately lifted off of her, sitting up. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to—”
She lunged at him, her weight making him fall back to the couch with her on top. She rubbed her tightened nipples against him as she worked up his body, her hands cupping both sides of his face this time. “Don’t stop,” she told him and then kissed him, tongue and all.
His breath caught, but then he returned her gesture, slanting his mouth against hers again and again.
Her hands moved between them, undoing the button on his slacks and his zipper. She broke the kiss in order to track down his body, her hands taking his pants with them and exposing his boxers beneath. She rubbed her cheek along the hardened length of him as she finished removing his pants. As she worked back up his legs, she paused above his boxers, dropping a small kiss on his dick through the material.
He fell back against the couch, squeezing his eyes shut. “Celia, I don’t expect you to—” He broke off, swallowing hard.
She watched his throat bob, wishing she was close enough to lick it again. Her eyes fell down to him as her fingers slid into the edge of his boxers. “Let me know if it starts to feel wrong,” she said, and pulled his boxers down his legs and off.
His dick was long, erect, and hard. Her eyes slid past it to find that caring face of his, his eyes shimmering with desire. For her.
“Don’t—” He had to swallow again to get out the words. “Don’t touch me too much.”
Her hands clenched at her sides as her eyes dropped to her lap.
He sat up, his arms encircling her. Before she could blink, he had reversed their positions, his torso above her. “It’s not that I don’t want you to. It’s just been a while for me, a long while.” His lips twisted as he smiled down at her. “I wouldn’t last through it.”
“Oh,” she said, confused by the message. As long as he got off, what did it matter?
He was already tracking down her body, undoing her jeans, and dragging them and her underwear off of her.
Celia shivered. She was completely naked on the couch, and so was he. Her mind tried to throw up a distracting thought, but then his hands caressed her feet, so gentle it tickled a bit. She shifted them, restless, and he let her, using the movement to pull her legs apart enough for his lips to cruise up the inside of her ankle. His fingers cupped the soft skin beneath her knees, pulling her legs apart even more as he sucked on her inner thigh. Each pass of his lips fed an echoing tug to her core, and her legs opened more naturally, wanting more of the sensation.
But when he lifted his head and started to move to the center of her legs, her hands captured him, halting his movement. Panic slid through her at the thought of him there, and she shook her head, not having the words.
He lifted, moving up her torso to capture her mouth instead in another searing kiss. Her hands relaxed where they still gripped his head, sliding around the back of his neck again.
Trenton hadn’t settled on top of her, but to the side, his dick pressing hard against her leg. Her body started to turn, wanting to feel him against her again, but then froze as his fingers found her instead.
One of his fingers slid within her, and he groaned into her mouth. “God, you’re so wet, Celia.”
She shook her head, but not in denial, in confusion. Her hips arched as her legs fell open again, and his finger slid deeper. She made more of a mewling sound than a groan, everything within her tensing at the intensity of the ache.
