The Infamous Ellen James(51)

“Are you awake, Ellie girl?” Trent whispers sleepily in my ear and then kisses my neck tenderly with his full, soft lips.

“Mmmmmm,” I moan quietly. The feel of his lips on one of my most sensitive erogenous zones has me craving more of his touch.

“Is that a 'Yes I'm awake, Trent, so please keep kissing on me'?” He leans up and puts his chin on my shoulder, gently rubbing his lips against my bare skin.

“Mmmmhmmmm.” Chill bumps immediately spread across my naked body.

“Are you speechless, little spitfire, or just too tired from all the sex I gave you last night to give me actual words?” I can feel his mouth grin against the back of my neck as he delicately rubs his nose back and forth, causing more chill bumps to spur.

“Mmmmmhmmmm.” I attempt to hide my smile.

“I think you need some help waking up. I think…” Trent quickly moves his hands to my sides and starts to tickle across my rib cage.

“Ahhh! Stop it!” I'm trying like hell to squirm out of his touch, but his muscular arms have a vice-like grip around me. He's relentless in his pursuit as he continues his tickle assault all over my body.

Trent releases his hold on me and gets up on his knees, straddling my hips with both thighs. He is deliciously naked, and seems really excited to see me. “Let's see… Where are my Ellie girl's most ticklish spots?” He explores my body with his hands, gently tickling his fingers in random areas, making me fidget and squirm.

I'm wiggling around, desperately trying to move out from under him, because I've always been extremely ticklish. I once tried to get a massage at a local spa and had to end the session early because I could not stop squirming and laughing every time the masseuse put her hands near me. I should make it clear that she ended the session, promptly giving me a refund, and demanded that I never schedule another massage with her again under any circumstances.

“Okay! Okay! I give up! What do I have to do to get you to stop before I piss all over your bed?” I giggle out in a breathy voice.

“Piss all over my bed?” Trent immediately stops tickling me and begins shaking with laughter. I can't help but notice that his dick is still hard and bouncing up and down against my stomach. My eyes are locked on his beautiful shaft, and I feel a rush of excitement wet the tops of my thighs, which are now tightly pressed together.

Trent clears his throat and I pull my gaze back to his.

“You hungry for something, sweetheart?” His brow is arched; his smile is laced with a cross of amusement and lust.

A laugh bubbles up from my belly and escapes my throat. “I think I am, Casanova.” I squelch the laughter and give him a serious, determined look.

“Mmmm, I like that look.” He leans down and grasps my face in his hands, pressing his mouth to mine, probing his tongue past my lips. Our tongues entangle, and Trent grinds his erection against me through the sheets. I spread my legs, giving him better access.

“Turn over, sweetheart.” Trent kneels above me, giving me room to follow his command. I promptly turn over, leaving my ass uncovered from the sheets. He grabs each cheek with his strong, muscular hands and massages my ass with deep, smooth strokes. “Your ass is fantastic. Tight, soft, and just enough curve for me to grab on to.”

“I'm glad you approve.” I turn my head to the side and peek back at him.

“I more than approve. I fucking worship your ass.” He stops moving his hands and gazes at me.

“Please, don't let me interrupt the worshipping. Carry on.” I gesture with my hand.

Trent laughs huskily at my demands. “Carry on? My little spitfire is bossy today.” Smirking back at me, he spanks my ass hard and then hops up off of the bed.

“Hey! Where in the hell are you going? I was enjoying that!” I turn around on my back and unabashedly watch his sexy ass strut around the bedroom, grabbing a pair of boxer briefs. He leans down and slides them on, the lean muscles in his back stretching and rippling.

God, his body is ridiculous.

“You said you were hungry. I'm headed to the kitchen to make you something to eat.” He winks at me and then heads for the door, walking out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

“I'm not hungry for food! I'm hungry for your cock!” I yell out to him, my voice echoing throughout the apartment. I hear Trent chuckle, and his footsteps continue to work their way toward the kitchen.

“Rise and shine, baby! My cock is in the kitchen now!” Trent shouts back to me, laughter lacing his voice.

Well, shit. I guess it's time we christen his kitchen. I decide that this idea is the best idea I've had since I woke up this morning and hop out of bed, jogging into the hallway naked. My boobs are bouncing up and down as my feet make their way to Trent's kitchen. He is standing at the island, cutting up fruit, and his eyes find mine when he sees me heading towards him. His eyes go straight to my breasts; he seems to be enjoying their current active state.