Velvet and Lace(18)

His hands had paused underneath her breast. He rubbed his thumbs up and down. Every time they went up he brushed the underwire of her bra. Her breath hitched and he felt her skin warm underneath his hands. He smiled and bent down to brush his lips against the shell of her ear.

The next song that came on brought a smile to his lips. “Somebody’s Falling In Love” by Jeff Bates gave them a slower beat to rock to. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and brought one of her hands up to rest on his neck. Her movement caused her breasts to rise, pushing them farther together.

He pressed his hips into her and she pressed back. He growled low in his throat, which she returned with a very sexy laugh. Then she turned him on even more by taking his hand and placing it on her breast. The warm weight filled his palm. He couldn’t even hold it all. He could tell they weren’t real but that didn’t turn him off in the slightest. They felt perfect. Her nipple pebbled against his touch. Her bra was thin and he brushed across the peak with his thumb, causing her hand to tighten in his hair.

“You are beautiful, Daphne. Absolutely stunning. I want you to know, I wish you hadn’t run away from me that night. I was stupid in high school, caring more about the people who didn’t matter than about sticking around the ones who did. I loved your kiss back then. You just caught me so off guard. If I could go back to that night, I would change it and kiss you the way you deserved to be kissed back then.” He noticed she stilled in his arms, tensing slightly. He knew it was a sore subject but he needed her to know.

When she turned in his arms, he saw wariness in her eyes. But she didn’t step out of his embrace. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her neck, then brought her arms back up to his neck. He loved her holding onto him. Placing a finger under her chin, he tilted her face and placed his lips firmly on hers, waiting until she relaxed again.

Then he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and kissed her the way he wished he had back then. He brought one hand back up to her breast, before dropping the other down to cup her ass and pull her body flush against his from head to foot. She practically melted against him, which he didn’t mind in the slightest bit.

He pulled back after a few moments and stared down at her face. Her eyes were still closed and her lips were puffy. She was beautiful.

Trent leaned down and placed his lips next to his ear. He whispered, “After a kiss like that, I wish I had stayed too.” She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. In that moment he knew he was a goner. She was wrapped up in him and he didn’t want to get free.



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To hell with her diet; Daphne wanted the damn cake. And Trent was holding on to her like no other man ever had. He was gentle but unrelenting, holding her body captive against his. Those green eyes had been her undoing as she turned around and saw the sincerity in his eyes after he spoke the magic words.

She continued to rock against him as the song changed but she no longer cared about the words. She tiled her head up to his again and he took the hint. She loved the feel of his hair in her hands and stoked his neck as he stroked his tongue inside her mouth. Her pussy clenched at the thought of his talented tongue stroking her there.

His hands were skilled against her sides as he played with her nipple and cupped her ass. But he was going slow, trying to let her get used to him, and she didn’t want to go slow. She stepped away, taking her lips from his. Then she gripped the fabric at her thighs, pulling it upward and gathering it in her hand until she had the hem in her grasp.

She smiled at his intake of breath as she continued to more the skirt of her dress upward. She had her favorite pair of black lace boy shorts that molded to her butt perfectly. Moving slowly, she continued to inch it up so that her panties were revealed.

“Daphne, you’re killing me here, beautiful.” He was standing with his hands at his sides but his fists were clenched. He was wearing a black button down shirt, and soft blue jeans. His feet were bare and she like the sight of them digging into his carpet. His erection was pressed against the material of his jeans, and she could easily tell he was going to be impressive when he was naked.

She pulled her dress over her head and was surprised at the growl that slipped past him lips. Her bra matched her panties but showed as much as it covered. It was see-through lace that showed her nipples clearly through the fabric. It wasn’t a push up but then she didn’t exactly need it. Her breasts pressed together on their own, more than perky enough. In the push up bra, she was spilling over the top.

His mouth slightly parted and she sauntered back over to him. She loved the effect she had on him. She wrapped her arms back around his neck and shivered when his hands slipped around her naked waist for the first time. It was skin against skin and she shivered.