Velvet and Lace(37)

Trent moved her panties back into place and then placed a loving kiss on top of them. He stood up and then placed a kiss on her forehead. He handed her her shorts and she looked up at him in confusion.

“What about you?” Daphne stood and held her shorts in her hand.

“I’m good, I wanted that to be for you. Plus I need a shower.” He grimaced as lifted one arm and he smelled himself.

Daphne quickly pulled on her shorts and placed a hand on his chest. “I think you smell amazing. And my orgasm was much appreciated but I think you deserve one too.” Daphne dropped to her knees and made quick work of the button on his fly and then slowly eased the zipper down, making sure she was careful of his erection.

Trent inhaled deeply and Daphne smiled seductively up at him. She pulled his jeans and boxers down to his mid-thigh and licked her lips when his erection sprang free, bobbing in front of her face. The head of his cock was a deep purple and Daphne knew that he was as hard as he could get. She instinctively licked the drop of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip. Trent moved one of his hands to her hair and Daphne licked him again.

“It’s not nice to play with your food, Daphne.” Trent gripped her hair tighter, and Daphne felt her pussy clench in response. She wasn’t used to a man talking to her like Trent did and she was finding it was a huge turn on.

“Tell me what you want, Trent.” Daphne wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. She stroked it lightly, teasingly, as she waited patiently for him to respond.

“Suck it. Please, baby.” Trent’s hand tightened in her hair one more notch, almost to the point of pain. But Daphne loved it. She moved her mouth closer to his cock and blew softly against his skin. His hips jerked forward and she took pity on him.

Daphne opened her mouth and engulfed his cock, loving the saltiness of his skin and the musk that was uniquely Trent. She slid him farther into her mouth, taking him to the back of her throat, pausing for a moment, and then sliding him out. Once his skin was slick with her saliva, she could easily move her hand up and down the base while she teased the tip with her tongue.

Daphne moaned as she sucked the head of his cock and Trent’s hips bucked forward. She looked up at him underneath her lashes and paused at the depth of heat that was in his eyes. It was incredibly erotic to see him watching her suck his cock. While he watched, she reached up and cupped his balls with her free and slowly massaged them as she began to pump her mouth up and down on his cock.

It was only seconds later that he groaned and his hand cupped more of her head so that he could partly control her motion. She swirled her tongue around him as she bobbed and he began to curse. Daphne smiled around him, loving the control she had over him.

Instinctively, she knew he was close and began to pump her hand a little tighter and paid more attention to the head of his cock.

“Fuck, Daphne, baby. I’m going to come.” He held her head in place and thrust shallowly against her mouth and hand. Daphne sucked gently as his cum started to fill her mouth and she automatically swallowed, continuing her motions until he was spent. She gently licked him clean, loving the way he twitched against her mouth.

After a moment, she helped him pull his jeans and boxer-briefs back up. She smiled up at him before she stood and leaned into his body. He wrapped his arms around her and set them loosely at her waist before he kissed the top of her head.

They stood like that for a while, before they decided to get some work done. Daphne helped Trent carry all of the display material out to the main area and place it in the center of the room. She would be getting her first delivery tomorrow and they needed the stock room clear.

It took a few hours but they got the bigger displays set up, so that they could just display the stock and hang items up when everything arrived. They still had to wait on the wet walls, but by time they left the shop Daphne was happy with everything that was accomplished.

“Come home with me.” Trent whispered the words in her ear as he embraced her in the parking lot. “I miss you when you aren’t sleeping in my arms.”

Daphne’s heart melted at his words and she easily nodded her head. She grabbed what she needed from her car, and followed him to his truck.



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They cooked an easy dinner of pan-seared chicken, baked potatoes, and a salad. Daphne noticed how easily they moved together in Trent’s kitchen. She smiled at Trent as they sat down. They hadn’t talked much when they cooked, but with easy touches and glances, they hadn’t needed to.

After dinner they watched some TV. Trent left to take a shower and Daphne turned everything off and made sure the apartment was locked up before she made her way back to his bedroom. She stripped down, and then climbed into bed.