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Dahlia only made it a few feet into the room when he grabbed her arm and spun her around. He gripped her throat, wrapped his hand around her neck, and pulled her against his chest. His lips hovered over hers, and Dahlia found herself unabashedly begging. “Please, Trey.”
The rumble of his chest vibrated against her seconds before he tightened his grip, the pads of his fingers digging into her flesh, and her body sidled up against his. His fingertips slid over her jaw, and his palm cupped her cheek. His mouth came down on hers hard, pressing her back against the wall. Kissing had always been a favorite of hers. Trey did it with force and passion, as though he couldn’t hold back. Neither can I.
He fisted her top and ripped open the buttons. Dahlia didn’t even flinch, wanting more of his mouth. She slipped her hands over his hips. His muscles tensed under her fingertips as she skimmed his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Unlike hers, she was sure his shirt cost more than her entire wardrobe. But Trey didn’t seem to care. He ripped it off his back, breaking their kiss briefly before his lips slammed against hers. The rest of the undressing was a blur. She was so lost in their kiss she hadn’t even realized she now stood naked, pressed against his bedroom wall. Somewhere along the way, he’d dropped his pants to the floor, and his cock slid against her slick mound.
Trey bent slightly, reaching around her back and lowering his hands to her thighs. He lifted her without warning, pressing her back against the wall as the head of his cock slipped between her folds. Dahlia gasped, feeling him enter her. She dug her nails into the back of his neck, as he rocked his hips, fucking her slow. It was almost torturous. She wanted more, but Trey was taking his time, inching deeper inside of her.
Maybe it was their connection or her infatuation with him. But sex had never been this good. Trey stretched his neck, and the chords tightened, proving too much for her to resist. She pressed her lips against his throat, licking his salty skin. Trey growled, digging the pads of his fingers into her thighs and fucking her harder.
Dahlia would have been content with her back against the wall and this man inside her all night, but Trey apparently had other plans. He pulled her away from the wall and carried her over to the bed, dropping a knee down and cradling her against his chest. His mouth came down on hers as she clung to him with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Missionary had never been a particular favorite of hers, but with Trey, she could definitely see the advantages. Kissing this man, him taking her all night while locked in their kiss. It would’ve been perfection.
He broke from their kiss, pulled away, and brushed his hand over her hip. It was a silent instruction, and she immediately followed his command.
Dahlia rolled to her side and hiked up on her hands and knees, glancing over her shoulder. Her hair slipped past her shoulder as she arched her back, begging him to take her. His palm spread over her back, pushing her toward the mattress, and she complied, arching her back. He entered her fast with little warning, and she jolted forward. It wasn’t painful or intrusive. It filled her, and she gasped a breath, digging her nails into the soft, crisp sheets.
He spread his hand against the nape of her neck, fisted her hair, and pulled, forcing her to arch her back. There was a spike of pain in her neck.
“Ah,” she gasped, craning her neck. She expected him to let up on his hold. He didn’t, but Trey did the next best thing. He leaned over, pressing his lips against hers, sliding his tongue past her lips and taking her for a deep kiss as he pounded inside of her. This was no longer a slow seduction. Trey fucked her hard, driving her body to the mattress. His arm looped around her stomach, pulled her up, and released his hold over her hair, sliding his hand over her shoulder, down her back, and gripping her ass.
Dahlia felt her muscles tighten. It was always a telltale sign she was on the verge of an orgasm. But she’d never come this quick with any man. She fisted his sheets in her hands and pressed back, forcing him to take her harder and faster.
“I’m close.” She moaned.
Dahlia couldn’t be sure if it had been her words or his own arousal, but her walls stretched as he drove inside her harder than before. Trey’s breath echoed off the walls, a low growl emanating through the room, only adding to her arousal. The only thing better than hearing him get off would’ve been watching his face as he exploded inside her. Maybe she could. Dahlia started to slowly pull away, but his arm tightened around her stomach, and he pulled her up. Her back against his chest as his hand slid up her stomach, grasping her breast. The pads of his fingers flicked her nipple, teasing her relentlessly until it formed a tight peak.
“Trey,” she whispered, reaching behind her and spreading her hands over his thighs. Strong, muscular, and tensing every time he moved inside her.
“I want to look at you.” Her voice was barely a whisper, and she was sure he wouldn’t hear her. It wasn’t necessarily meant for him. It was a mere thought, wanting to see his face when he came.
His hand spread over her arm, sliding up to her shoulder, then her neck, and he grasped her jaw, forcing her to turn her head. He stared down at her, eyes heated and lids hooded. That was all it took to push her completely over the edge. Trey, inside her, fucking her hard, his eyes trained on her. It was a connection she’d never felt with anyone else. She parted her lips, unable to control herself, and groaned as she came hard over his cock. Every muscle in her body tightened, and her blood raced through her veins as her body jerked from the onset of her orgasm.
Holy shit!
Trey grunted, dropping his face to her neck, his hot breath rapidly hitting her skin. He jerked again, this time harder, and she fell forward, unable to hold her own weight.
Dahlia collapsed against the cool sheets, pressing her cheek against the pillow, practically melting into it. She was done, officially spent. If she could have, she would’ve passed out immediately. Nerves were keeping her awake, her anxiety feeding off the live wire. She curled into the mattress, glancing over her shoulder and catching a brief glance at Trey’s backside as he sauntered into the bathroom. It was dim lighting but enough peeking through the blinds to capture his perfect ass. God! He was perfect in every sense of the word. This night had lived up to every expectation.
Until now.
Dahlia was at a loss. With anyone else, she would’ve snuggled under the sheets and passed out without a second thought. She’d shared a bed with lots of men and was rarely kicked out. With Trey, she was unsure. He hadn’t said anything about spending the night, and if she had to guess, she wouldn’t be getting an invite. Sex didn’t constitute closeness.
She fisted the sheets, watching him walk back into the room. He stopped at the edge of the bed, tapped his phone, and waited. He hadn’t even looked at her, which had her shifting in the bed and awkwardly tightening the sheets over her body. He was probably waiting for her to get up and dressed.
Their night together was officially over.
Dahlia shifted to her side, dropping her legs over the edge of the bed. She bent down, trying to grab her clothes. Her face heated when she saw the condition of her shirt. As if this wasn’t awkward enough, now she had to ask to borrow a shirt. It was only fair since he’d ruined hers.
“What are you doing?”
Her hair swept over her shoulder as she glanced back. “I’m getting dressed.”
His gaze narrowed, and he dropped his knee to the mattress and leaned forward. “No, you’re not.”
Her gaze shifted through the room. “You want me to stay the night?”
He looped his arm around her waist, pulling her over to his side of the bed. Dahlia nestled into the curve of his body, slid her leg over his thigh, and rested her cheek against his chest.
I guess that’s a yes.
