She grabbed his shoulders and pressed her palms against him until he got the message. Once he’d rolled onto his back and she was straddling him, she slid her wetness along the underside of his steel erection.
He groaned from the contact. His warm hands grazed her breasts and her body responded immediately, arching into his hands for more.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“I need you inside,” she whispered. “I need to feel you inside of me.”
Trace sat up with his back against the headboard and pulled her against his chest. His hands pressed a path down her back until they gripped her ass and lifted.
She cried out when he sat her down on the full length of him. Despite her body’s protest at the blunt force of the intrusion, she began to slide up and down readily. His desperate hold on her was breathtakingly tight as he pulled her legs around him.
Her body surrounded him as if it knew the same thing she did, the same thing she always had.
She was made for him. And he was made for her.
“I can’t go slow or be gentle,” she warned him. “I might hurt you.”
“I can take it,” he said against the valley between her breasts.
It was mere seconds before the pressure began to build inside of her. The force of it was so intense she wondered if it would break her in two. Wondered, but wasn’t concerned enough to stop.
Her erect nipples chafed against the smattering of hair on his chest as his hands guided her body, setting the pace of their lovemaking even from beneath her. The light stubble on his face rubbed against the side of her neck as she moved up and down above him.
Words came out of her mouth and were breathed into his ear. Some of them sounded like his name. Some were declarations of love, and some were just sounds of unadulterated pleasure.
She lost count of how many times she came until it seemed to be one endless stream of intensity, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her.
When her body went limp and she was certain she couldn’t take any more, Trace gently eased her onto her back and began his worshipful treatment all over again.
“Oh God. I-I can’t. Trace, I can’t feel my legs.” She jerked in an attempt to move them, but it was pointless. She was boneless.
His fingertips drifted lazily up her inner thighs, one of them venturing dangerously close to her opening, causing her to twitch in response.
He chuckled, that deep timbre warming her from the inside out. “There, baby. See? Your legs just moved.”
She was too weak to even open her eyes. His warm, wet mouth placed sweet kisses across her stomach.
“Say it,” he murmured against her navel.
She moaned her inability to speak.
“Or don’t say it. And I’ll just keep turning everything you say into something dirty. I think you like it anyways.”
“Say what?” she pleaded weakly.
He trailed a finger through her damp swollen folds, applying pressure where she still tingled.
“Oh my God, Trace.”
“Mmm, I do like that. But it’s not what I’m looking for. Say, ‘You still have feelings for me, you still think about me…’” he began.
Kylie smiled into the darkness. “You missed me terribly every second we were apart.”
“Oh, you’ve done it now.” With a dark chuckle, he climbed on top of her, sliding the head of his length up the sensitive path between her legs.
“I said it,” she cried out with urgency as her nerves flared back to life at the contact between him and her overstimulated core. “Now just let me lie here and die happy.”
“It’s me and you, darlin’.” He took her wrists in his hands and pinned them above her head. “I’m pretty sure you already know we’re nowhere near done here.”
“Trace,” she cried out, his name a plea for mercy as his mouth made its way back down her body.
It was all coming back in exquisite detail. Not that she’d forgotten, she’d just forced herself not to think about it. But some things never changed. He took control in bed, took control and never let up, taking her to the precipice of what she thought she could handle and flinging her right over the edge.
Releasing her wrists, he skimmed his fingertips down her arms, neck, and breasts with deliberate, unhurried, and feather light delicious torture.
He placed a gentle kiss on the cleft of her mound. “I should’ve said it before. Should’ve told you. I try not to have regrets, but I do have one.”
His powerful tongue dipped inside and parted her.
A moan that bordered on being a scream escaped her lips. Her lungs began pumping air in sheer panic as she throbbed hard against his mouth.
“Trace, please.”
“Please what, baby?” His voice vibrated against her, sending her careering out of control. Her body was no longer hers, but his to do with as he pleased. And apparently what he pleased was pleasing her until she completely lost her mind.