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She gasped, hugging him tight.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice too husky to really be his. He cleared his throat as he tried to peer down at her.
She tilted her head back, her shy smile sending a bolt of lust through his penis even as his chest squeezed. He began to harden inside her.
Christ, he wanted her again already. His hips shifted forward and back, as if testing the waters, and she let out a hum.
When he’d woken up to her kiss, he’d thought it had been a dream at first. Having sex for the first time in years had addled his brain. She wasn’t the type to go crawling into someone’s bed.
Except apparently she was. And he was so thankful, even as a wave of guilt washed over him.
Celia shimmied against him, her legs wrapping around his hips tighter, and his erection grew. Those dark eyes of hers held a longing that called inside of him. “Can we do it again?” she asked.
He rocked against her, and her eyes squeezed shut. “Anything you want, Celia, though I owe you some attention after moving things along so quickly.”
That soft smile returned to her lips. “I liked it.”
Trenton dropped his head to hers, taking her mouth in a hard kiss. He ached to just thrust into her until they both came again. His hand slipped between them, and he brushed against her clit, swallowing her moan. He continued to stimulate her, wanting the moans to change to a scream again. He couldn’t pull out or stay completely still, but continuing to rock into her kept them connected.
Her legs had fallen from around his hips, quivering with each repeated pass of his finger. She took longer to find her second release, but he never tired of watching the flushed passion coloring her face. When she tipped over the edge again, she let out a choked cry instead of the scream he’d been craving. Her orgasm caused the walls of her vagina to squeeze him over and over. Trenton’s eyes blurred as he clenched his teeth against the sensation. He somehow managed not to come, his hardness painfully sensitive to her every quiver.
Her muscles loosened from the release, her thighs falling wider. Trenton thrust deeper to stay inside of her, and her eyes popped open. “Can you go again?”
His control nearly snapped at the wonder there. “Don’t tell me you’re done with me already.”
Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, and she pulled herself into him, her breasts tight against his chest as she took his mouth in another kiss. When she pulled back, she looked so pleased with herself that he smiled at her, despite the ache in his penis telling him to thrust like a maniac.
“Can I—” Celia broke off, looking away.
He cupped her cheek until she faced him again. “You can say anything to me. Communication is good for sex. What do you want?”
“Can I be on top?” she rushed out. Her eyes fell as she played with the ends of his hair. “I’ve never—” She swallowed, then tried again. “Before, when I, did that…” She couldn’t finish that thought either.
He imagined cupping her tight breasts as she rode him and lost his breath. The same heat filled his stomach as when she’d tracked down his body to take his penis in her mouth with that strange mixture of innocence and sexiness. He’d wanted to pump himself dry in her mouth, and had barely managed to pull her up so he could sink into her instead. She’d been so wet for him; she’d obviously enjoyed it too.
Trenton gripped her ass, arching into her even as he rolled them on the bed. Celia’s hands pressed down on his chest as she settled tight against him. She sat still, blinking.
He stroked up and down her hips. “You have me where you want me now. Do as you wish. I’m here for you.”
Her body began to relax, softening around his hardness. He wanted to lift her and let her weight impale her again, but resisted.
She shook her head, leaning forward. “This isn’t just about me. I want you to like it too.”
Trenton was sure his smile held a bit of grimace. “Don’t worry about me. Anything you do will make me come again. The trick will be lasting long enough.”
Her frown deepened as she straightened. The motion took him deeper, and her body froze from the sensation. He wanted to groan as she tested what had happened, leaning forward, then straightening.
To distract himself, he reached for her nipples, pinching both tight buds between his fingers. She let out a moan as her hips lifted toward the sensation. When she lowered, his penis tightened almost to the point of pain. He wasn’t sure how long he would last, but he wanted to find out.
He lowered one of his fingers to her clit, using it to encourage her to continue the smooth, up-and-down strokes. She was beautiful, eyes closed, giving herself over to every sensation. She held nothing about her reaction back and soon quickened her pace.
When he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer, he closed his fingers in the softest pinch. She screamed, taking him deep as her thighs clenched tightly against his hips. The first wave of her orgasm had him coming so hard he thought he might black out.
When both of their orgasms were over, she collapsed against him, too boneless to hold herself up. He wrapped his arms around her and turned her to the side, slipping out of her this time. Her lips moved against his throat in a soft kiss, and he smiled against her hair.
They both fell asleep.
When he next woke, she was staring at him with those big, dark eyes that made him want to pull her close. He was in big trouble, he realized, as his heart started to dance in his chest. “Good morning,” he said, the gruffness of sleep still in his voice.
