Velvet and Lace(19)

“You are more beautiful that I could have ever imagined. You are a fantasy come true, Daphne Brooks.” He whispered the sweet words in her ear, and then trailed kisses down her neck. When his fingers skimmed the dip in her lower back she shivered harder against him. “Do you like that?” His voice had gone husky as he whispered in her ears.

“I like that a lot.” She skimmed her hands down to the front of his chest and loved the feel of muscle under her hands.

“Are you sure about this, Daphne? I am more than willing to take you into my bedroom and spend the night getting to know everything you like. But if you aren’t sure, I will stop.” Trent continued to stroke her lower back and she was growing wetter by the second.

“I’m positive, Trent. I would love to see your bedroom.” She laughed when he growled and jerked her against him. His hands grasped the bottom of her ass cheeks and lifted. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist which brought her core directly up against his cock. With every step he took, it was a stroke against her clit.

By the time, he opened the door and then shut it again with his foot, she was practically panting. He set her on the bed and then stepped back. His bed was large and full of pillows which she crawled up to lean against.

His room was done in brown tones that were earthy and masculine. It was clean and tidy She wondered if he had hoped they would end up in here. He smiled slowly at her before beginning to unbutton his shirt. She wanted to help but she had a feeling the show would be worth it. As he made his way down the shirt more and more amazing tanned skin was revealed.

She loved that he wasn’t too hairy but there was enough there for her to brush her fingers through. As his abs were exposed, she licked her lips. He growled at the sight. It seemed he wasn’t paying much attention to what he was doing. He was watching her watch him.

Once he had the shirt off and he moved to his pants, she stopped breathing. When he slowly lowered the zipper it was obvious that he had gone commando for the evening. His pubic hair was noticeable and she as salivating for the rest of him.

He bent over to take the jeans off and, when he stood up, she almost moaned just at the sight of his glorious body. His cock stood out proudly, jutting from his crotch. As she stared, it bobbed slightly and rose closer to his stomach. He was at least eight inches long and impressive in girth as well. But he was still far away from her.

He palmed his cock and stroked it as he walked toward her. “Now who has on too many clothes?” When he hit the end of the bed he crawled up. He stopped at her feet, kissing her insteps. She giggled a little.

"Is someone ticklish?" He raised an eyebrow at her. Before she could stop him he grabbed a hold of her foot. She squirmed under his ministrations, until finally he relented to her pleas. He released her foot, but only after kissing each one of her toes.

He continued his crawl upward and his cock brushed her foot. She shifted so that she was lying flat on her back. She thought he was going to stop at the panties but he bypassed them and kissed her stomach. Her muscles tightened as he rubbed his light stubble against her skin.

His tongue dipped into her belly button. “You should never wear any sort of clothing.” Her hands delved into his hair, drawing him upward. When he rested his body fully on hers she could feel his cock hot against her thigh. But what she loved even more was the pressure of his body lying on top of hers.

“I could never have dreamed of something like this Trent.” She ran her hands up and down his back, before she sank her nails into his butt. It really was a work of art.

“Why is that, baby? You deserve to be loved and loved right.” He slipped his arms underneath her and rolled so that she was on top. Her knees tucked against his hips. She sat up and reached behind her. She loved the look in his eyes when she released the clasp of her bra.

“Holy mother of—” He paused as he slid his hands up to cup her breasts. He tweaked her nipples and she shuddered on top of him. Her pussy clenched and she could feel how drenched her panties had become. The thin lace was damp and there was moisture seeping out.

Daphne leaned down, letting her breasts swing down in front of her face. “Is this better than the magazine?” His mouth captured a nipple and she had a hard time sitting still on top of him. She was aching for him.

He released her with an audible pop. “I don’t know about that. That magazine picture was pretty hot.” Her mouth fell open. And then he began to laugh. He flipped her back onto the mattress and tickled her sides until she was squealing in laughter.

“Baby, this is beyond better. I told you this was a fantasy. You do look gorgeous in the magazine. But in real life, I get to take the panties off.” He winked and began to move down her body. When he was at her knees, he sat back. She felt gorgeous under her gaze.