"Oh, Trey. I'm coming."
He slid a finger into his mouth to wet it. When her body convulsed with release, he reached beneath her and slid his fingertip into her ass. He repeatedly flicked it against the inner rim of the tight ring of clenching muscle. Her eyes widened with astonishment and then squeezed shut as her body took its pleasure.
"Oh God," she gasped as her back arched off the bed.
She cried out as her pussy gripped him in hard spasms. He took a deep, shaky breath, fighting the urge to follow her in bliss. They had all night to get to know one another and only had two condoms.
When her body went limp, Trey shifted his arms to either side of her body to rest on his elbows. He brushed her sweat-damp hair from her face and waited for her to open her eyes. He grinned while she struggled with the effort to pry her eyelids open.
"That was amazing," she gushed. "Did you come? I wasn't paying attention."
He shook his head.
"Does that mean there's more?" She had that same my-life-is-a-dream-come-true look on her face that she'd sported when flittering her contract at him by the hot tub.
He bit his lip and nodded.
She made a fist of victory and shouted, "Yes!"
Trey laughed and lowered his body to snuggle her close against his chest. Still buried deep inside her, he rocked his hips slightly. She shifted to wrap her legs around his waist, her heels pressing into his ass to encourage deeper penetration. Her arms circled his body and drew him closer, her hands sliding over his sweaty back.
"Closer," she murmured. "I want you closer."
He buried his face in her neck and nuzzled her throat. "I don't think I can get any closer," he said, his words muffled by her flesh.
Her arms and legs tightened around him. "Try."
He drew his arms against her, until he was touching her with as much of his skin as possible. She sighed in contentment and turned her face into his hair. "Thanks for indulging me. Most guys hate to cuddle."
"I love it," he said and grinned. "Brian calls me Mr. Cuddles."
"Brian does?"
Her hold on him loosened and his heart sank. He'd been so at ease that he'd let his guard down and forgotten that he was playing the role of a fully heterosexual man. "Several girls complained to him." Even that little lie closed a part of him to Reagan. He wasn't sure if he felt relieved or sad that he couldn't tell her everything.
She squeezed him again. "I'm not complaining."
"I'm even better at it after I come," he said, digging his toes into the mattress and rocking forward to remind her that he was still hard and yet unfulfilled. At least sexually. He was feeling pretty good about the connection between them. Like he could tell her almost anything.
"What's your favorite position?" she asked.
He lifted his head to look down at her in question. "Mine?" Several of his favorite threesome encounters, where he and Brian had simultaneously pleasured a woman, filled his mind. He loved working his cock against another man's while being buried inside a woman. Trey could feel a blush of heat rise up his neck. Reagan was in no way ready for that bit of information. "No one has ever asked me that," he said truthfully.
Her brow furrowed. "Why not?"
"My lovers tend to let me please them."
"You already did that. Now it's my turn to please you."
"You please me by letting me please you."
She closed one eye and gave him her you're-full-of-shit look. "No one is that selfless."
He shrugged. "Believe what you want."
"If you won't tell me, I'll figure it out for myself."
She went limp beneath him, her arms straightening at her sides, her legs falling open. She planted her heels in the mattress and rocked her hips to encourage him to thrust. He began to move with her, pulling back and thrusting forward with a deep, steady rhythm. She watched him as the pleasure she offered washed over him and he began to take her faster. His eyes drifted closed as he lost all semblance of rational thought and focused solely on finding release. Reagan shoved him onto his back. He groaned as his cock fell free of her body, and that glorious building sensation in his groin abated. And then he was inside her again. He regained enough sense to remember he should touch her. Give her pleasure. She took his hands and held them as she began to rise and fall over him, taking him deep within her and grinding her hips before rising again. She continued to watch him as she rode him and he soon lost himself to the pleasure again. With nothing to concentrate on but Reagan's heat, her friction, Trey allowed himself to be completely immersed in sensation. After several minutes she climbed off of him and settled on her hands and knees facing the end of the bed. She didn't need to tell him what she wanted. She was trying different positions to see which he enjoyed the most. Truth was he loved them all. He shifted to kneel behind her and slid inside her. He held onto her ass and rubbed her anus with both thumbs as he plunged into her slick core.