I couldn’t get enough of him, and maybe one time with Trace wouldn’t sate my need, but I didn’t think about that. All I could do was…feel.
I panted as he pulled his mouth from mine. I wanted to protest when his weight lifted from my body, wanting to feel him again the moment he moved away.
Licking my lips, I could still taste his embrace as I watched him pull his sweatshirt over his head and dump it on the floor.
Sweet Jesus! He was perfect. Every flexing muscle looking like it was carved out of stone. His biceps had flexed as he’d relieved himself of his shirt, and his abs were so defined I could see every splendid muscle in his stomach and chest. Smooth skin that I was itching to touch was revealed, and I reached out for him with reflexive longing. I was desperate to see if his skin was as warm as it looked, and I was dying to trace the happy trail of dark hair that disappeared disappointingly into the waistband of his jeans.
“No, Eva,” he barked. “If you touch me, I’ll lose it.”
I wanted him to lose it; I lived to see him out of control right now.
“I want to touch you.”
He ignored my plea and sat me up to take off my sweater. It joined his shirt on the floor. I was giving thanks for Claudette as he removed the pink lacy bra I was wearing, releasing the front catch expertly. I shivered as the cool air hit my hardened nipples, letting him slide the silky undergarment down my arms slowly before discarding it in the growing pile of clothing on the floor.
“Beautiful,” he grunted, pushing me back down on the pillow.
I gasped aloud as his hot mouth met my sensitive nipple, sucking it into an ultra-hard peak. “Yes,” I whispered, unable to find my full voice.
He closed his fingers around the other tight bud, tugging with just the right pressure to cause a violent spasm in my core.
“Mine,” Trace demanding as he lifted his head from my breast.
At that moment, he owned my body, could do anything he wanted to me as long as he satisfied the excruciating ache inside me. “Yes,” I agreed.
Slowly, his mouth explored the valley between my breasts, and he tongued his way down my belly. I thrust my hands in his hair roughly, pulling on the strands as my hips lifted, frustrated by the denim between us as I tried to get friction where I needed it most.
His hands tore at the zipper of my jeans, as though he was desperate to get me bared to his hungry eyes.
I lifted my ass as he yanked at my jeans, taking the tiny pink panties down my legs along with my pants.
“Jesus, Eva. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said hoarsely, reverently.
I’d never considered myself beautiful. At best, I thought I managed to be mildly attractive. But for one second, one instant, I let myself believe him. Immersing myself in his wild gaze, my breath stopped in my lungs and I was trapped in his intensely beautiful eyes, wishing I’d never get free.
A moan escaped my lips as he spread my legs wide, placing one of my calves over the back of the couch, and the other on the floor. When I was completely open to him, his fingers traced the lips of my pussy.
“You’re wet,” he rasped.
“Yes.” It wasn’t like I could deny it. The dewy moisture coating his fingertips was positive proof of how much I needed him.
“I love seeing you like this. You need me. It shows in your eyes.”
It was obvious that he needed me, too. His gaze broke from mine, and he looked down to where his fingers were playing.
“I do need you. Fuck me, Trace. Please.” I didn’t care if I was begging.
His fingers delved through my cleft, and his thumb did a tantalizing circle around my clit.
“I plan on it, sweetheart. But I’m getting addicted to watching your face. I want to see it when you come.”
His words set my body off like a human firecracker, electrical waves sizzling from every nerve ending.
“Touch me.” I needed him to stop teasing me.
“I can do better than that. I have to taste you.”
In the moment it took to process what he was saying, he’d slid down on the couch and lowered his mouth to my core so it could join his teasing fingers.
Unable to stop myself, I screamed his name as his ravenous mouth invaded my pussy, licking, sucking greedily like he never wanted to stop.
“Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” I was chanting the same mantra, stunned by the sensation of his mouth feasting on me, his tongue replacing his finger on my clit.
I could hear the sound of my own wetness as he buried his lips, nose and tongue in my core. He tasted, teasing, and then flicked the tiny bundle of nerves that needed his attention, driving my need to the point of insanity.
“Trace. Oh, God. Please. Make me come now.” I yanked on his hair, then urged his face to my pussy, letting him know how desperate I really was.