Wet(23)

She moistened her lips. “Come here, Trent. It’s my turn to taste you.”

His body went weak as he stepped into her and brushed her hair from her face. She inched down in her seat and drew his cock into her hot mouth. “Fuck…” he bit out, and threw his head back as the wet warmth of her mouth enveloped him. Desire thrummed in his veins, and as the tang of her arousal permeated his senses, he had to gulp for his next breath.

The way she drew him into her mouth and kissed his cock with such intimate recognition instantly had him teetering on the edge of ecstasy. His entire body vibrated and Katy, as if sensing his urgency, moaned in delight.

He watched her suck him in deep and use her tongue to lick the precome dripping from his slit. His whole body broke into a sweat as her mouth gripped him hard, and it was all he could do not to give himself over to the sensations. Inching back, he brushed his thumb over her lips and glanced at her heavy breasts.

She smiled at him, knowing exactly what he wanted. She squeezed her breasts together and he stepped back, dipped his finger into the warm chocolate and drizzled it over her mounds. Katy cried out in bliss when he bent his head and drew one rigid nipple into his mouth. His warm tongue brushed over her gently, tasting the sweetness and wetting her hard buds and creamy flesh in preparation. Once she was well lubricated, he stood and met her glance as he slipped his wet cock into the tight channel she’d molded for him.

“Oh baby, you feel so good.” He drove upward, and she stuck her tongue out, brushing it over his tip with every hard thrust. His body shook with unabashed hunger and he moved urgently. Sensing he was about to lose control, he quickly withdrew his blood-filled cock before he erupted. Panting and on the brink of losing it, he dropped to the ground and poised his mouth over her pussy as he took a moment to compose himself.

As his blood ran hot, he asked, “Are you wet for me, baby?”

Trent trailed his fingers along her thighs and she widened her legs even more. The sight of her hot, wet pussy practically rendered him senseless.

“Why don’t you check,” she murmured, and lifted her hips off the chair. His hands spanned her waist and he pushed her back down to anchor her in place.

He slipped a finger inside her and she liquefied under his touch. He groaned deep in his throat. “Baby, you’re on fire.”

Her pussy muscles gripped him hard and his cock protested, demanding to be the one inside her. Breathing became difficult and it took all his effort to speak. “I need to fuck you now, sweetheart.”

Eyes full of want shot to his. “Please, T.”

There was a desperation in her voice he’d never heard before, and the tender look of intimacy on her face warmed his darkest corners and knocked him off balance. A surge of love rushed through him and his throat clogged.

When she slid her fingers through his hair, he lifted her from the chair and took her place. “I want you to ride me, baby.”

Katy wrapped her legs around him and he gripped her hips and guided her home.

Home. With him. Where she belonged.

She wiggled, wanting to impale herself, but he wanted to draw out the moment and savor it. Trent drew a steadying breath as he slowly drove into her and joined them as one. As they came together, they forged an intimate connection, one that went beyond the physical, one that took two broken pieces and made them whole again. He looked deep into her blue eyes and knew there was nothing he could ever do to sate his need for her. She’d taken up residency in his heart over a decade ago. She was under his skin, inside him, a part of him.

Katy’s mouth found his and she began riding him, long hard strokes that pushed him to the edge and tested his control. As he lost himself in her, body, heart and soul, he could feel the pressure building in her body.

Slipping a finger between them, he drew small circles around her clit, and could feel the pleasure resonating through her. Her beautiful breasts bounced with her every movement and color flooded her cheeks. A heartbeat later she took a shuddering breath and he could feel her liquid heat scorch his cock. As she came for him, he held her tight and buried his face in her neck, forcing himself to hold on because he needed to be inside her. Everywhere.

When her body stopped spasming, he lifted her from his cock, slid his hand around her back and stroked a shaky finger over her puckered passage. Her eyes met his and she whispered, “I want it too, T.” She pushed against him, trusting him with her pleasure and welcoming him into her body.

Trent glanced around and searched for a place to take her, wanting to make it as comfortable as possible for her.

“Follow me.” With a naughty look on her face, she grabbed something from the cupboard, gripped his hand and led him to the small break room off the kitchen. She threw a pillow onto the floor, dropped to her knees in front of the floral sofa and crooked her finger.