Straddling the Line(21)

He was looking forward to this exploration, because every sound she  made, every "harder," "oh, yes, there," and "oh, my God, yes" was  driving him to the brink and making his dick swell with anticipation.

He hoped he'd be able to give Haven exactly what she wanted tonight. He wanted nothing more than to please her.

Haven rocked her hips in time to Trevor sucking her nipples. Her clit  tingled, her sex damp with need. And when he pulled away and took her  mouth in a kiss that rocked her senses, he moved his hand over her  stomach and lower, cupping her sex.

He lifted his head. "You're wet. Are you ready for me?"

"Yes," she said in a breathless voice.

He kept his gaze on her as he dipped his fingers lower, teasing her  clit. "I'm going to make you come so many times tonight, Haven, that  you're going to beg me to stop."

She swallowed, her throat already dry. "Try me."

His lips curved in a sexy, arrogant, I'm-a-confident-man-and-I'm-about-to-rock-your-fucking-world smile.

She didn't mind that at all. In fact, she found it incredibly arousing  at the moment. And when he dipped two fingers inside her and began to  pump, at the same time moving the heel of his hand against the most  sensitive spot on her, she arched, helping him find the rhythm.

He was so damn cooperative it almost drove her crazy. "There?" he asked.

"Yes."

He didn't need a lot of coaching, either. He was gentle when he needed  to be, and then instinctively seemed to know when she needed more  pressure, taking her right to the edge in record time. It helped that  she trusted him, that this was a man she'd known for so long. He wasn't  new.

But he was, wasn't he? They'd been cordial acquaintances before. Verbal  sparring partners at best. Tonight, he was going to become her lover,  something she'd fantasized about a lot, wondering what it would be like  to have Trevor's hands roaming her body, to feel their mouths connect,  his tongue tangling with hers. It had been heady fantasies she'd  feverishly masturbated to when she'd been in college.

The reality of it was so much better.

Surprisingly, there was no awkwardness between them. They'd gotten  naked, he'd taken control, and now she hung on a rack of delicious  tension, so close to coming she could fly right now. But she loved  Trevor's mastery of her body, the utter bliss she felt as he had his way  with her. She wanted a few more seconds of this feeling of absolute  euphoria before she let go.

And when she did, she told him.

"Trevor, you're going to make me come so hard."

"Let go for me, Haven. Let me feel it. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my fingers."

She breathed deeply, prolonging the sweet agony for a few more seconds  as pleasure tightened within her, then released in waves of undulating  pleasure, gripping his wrist as she writhed against him, crying out  because it had been so damn long since she'd been with someone who'd  made her feel this good.         

     



 

Her orgasm ripped through every fiber of her. And Trevor held her even  while she bucked against him, her nails digging into his arms. It was  like an out-of-body experience, like she was flying and she never wanted  it to stop.

It took a while for her to settle. When she did, Trevor was right there,  watching her, smiling at her, his desire not waned in the least. In  fact, the passionate fury in his eyes was even deeper than it had been  before.

One orgasm, she'd thought. All she thought she'd needed was one. But it  turned out, just seeing the need in his eyes refueled her own. And when  he pulled his fingers from her and licked them, her lips parted in  surprise, her body clenching in anxious desire.

She sat up and wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck, drawing his  mouth to hers for a hot, lengthy kiss that nearly swamped her senses.  Trevor's answering groan and the way he swept her away with his hands  and his mouth made her realize she'd have to steel her defenses.

Staying emotionally distant from him was going to be difficult. He had a  way of taking her under, of making her want him beyond just the  physical. He was caring and generous, and as he spread her legs and  shifted down to put his mouth on her sex, she threw her hands over her  eyes, trying to shut out everything but the way his mouth felt on her  pussy, and the way he took her right to the edge again with his lips,  his teeth, and his tongue, owning her body instantly in a way no man  ever had.

He was relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure, consuming her. She was  drowning in every flick of his tongue, every suck of his lips over her  clit.

And as she came again, this time crying out in surprise because it  happened so damn fast, she grabbed hold of his hair, almost angry with  him because he'd possessed her so thoroughly.

She hadn't expected to feel this overwhelmed. She both loved and hated  it and didn't know what to do with all these damn feelings.

He came up and kissed her again, and she tasted herself on his lips. And  this time, she couldn't fight the emotional response, the hiccup of  tears that she pushed back when he wrapped his arms around her and  groaned. Because she realized he needed her tonight as much as she  needed him.

No. Not emotional. This was just physical. Just a pure, delightful, physical response to two people who enjoyed being together.

And that was how she was going to rationalize getting through this  night. Because otherwise she'd never make it. Not with Trevor.

"You okay so far?" he asked, kissing the side of her neck, making those damn goose bumps skitter across her skin again.

She wanted to think she was done with him, that she was satiated and  she'd go through the motions to get him off. But she wasn't. His cock  lay hard and heavy against her thigh, and all she could think about was  getting him inside her, of coming again. And again.

Taking the risk, she met his gaze, losing herself in the green depths of his eyes. "More than okay. I need you inside me."

"I'll be right back."

He was gone only a few seconds. She waited for clarity, for some kind of reasonable logic to enter her head.

She found none, only a ridiculous feeling of loss now that he was gone.  She shook it off when he returned with a box of condoms and a silly,  boyish look on his face.

"Not sure how many of these we'd need tonight."

She leaned back and spread her legs. "Maybe the whole damn box. Let's get started."





FIFTEEN




TREVOR HAD NEVER BEEN WITH A WOMAN AS RESPONSIVE as Haven. Her taste,  her scent, the way she moved and unraveled for him, was unlike anything  he'd ever experienced.

The women he'd been with before were practiced. Almost too damn perfect.  It wasn't something he could put a finger on, but it was like they were  trying to meet his expectations.

Where was the fun in that?

Haven reached for her own pleasure, and God, he couldn't get enough of it-of her.

And now she'd opened the box of condoms and held one between her fingers  as she scooted up on the bed and spread her legs. An invitation. She  looked beautiful sitting there, expecting him, waiting for him. He  wasn't about to ignore her summons. He was hard, aching, his balls heavy  with come.

He climbed onto the bed and took the packet from her hand. He applied  the condom, acutely aware of the way she watched his every movement. He  kneeled between her legs and slid his fingers into her hair, capturing  her lips for a kiss. She grasped his arms and held him there, and when  he slid his tongue in her mouth, she sucked.

His balls tightened, his cock lurching toward her like some kind of  goddamned divining rod. It knew where it was supposed to be. Her room  was thick with the smell of sex-a sweet, musky perfume that made him  eager to bury himself inside her and see if she was as sweet and as hot  as he'd been imagining.         

     



 

He moved back and grasped her ankles, then pulled her down the bed,  cupping her ankles, sliding his hands over the softness of her flesh as  he mapped his fingers over her legs.

And still, she watched him. He didn't mind, loved looking at the  darkening color of her eyes, seeing the deepening passion there. He  swept his hand over her sex. She was wet, quivering, ready for him.

Yeah, he was ready, too.

He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, eased the  first inch in, watching her as he lifted one of her legs and bent her  knee to widen her for his entry.

Her breathing quickened as he pushed in. She was slick, her pussy hot as he slid home.

"Yes, Trevor," she whispered, then wrapped her legs around him and brought him all the way in.

He looked at her, the rapture on her face, and then stilled to  experience the way she surrounded him. Tight, hot, squeezing his cock  and pulsing around him. He had to take a few seconds to breathe in and  out, to center himself, because all he wanted to do was let go, to  release everything he'd held inside for the past few hours.

But then she reached for his face, tracing her fingertips over the scar  above his right eyebrow. It seemed so incongruous to the heat and  sexuality that beat between them. He calmed, took a deep breath, and  moved within her.