Wet(24)

He sucked in air. The sight of her bent over that couch and opening her body to him had his cock spasming with pleasure. “Katy, Jesus…”

He dropped down behind her and pushed his hand between her legs. “I don’t have any lubricant, sweetheart.”

“That’s what the almond oil is for,” she said as she handed him the bottle.

He groaned, took the bottle from her and poured a generous amount over her back. It dripped over her curves, and he couldn’t believe how sexy she looked as it seductively slid over her sweet ass. He spread his palms over her back and massaged the oil in. She moaned in bliss as he moved closer and closer to her back passage, taking his time to prepare her properly. He gently squeezed a finger inside, and when he met with tight walls, he asked, “Katy, sweetheart, is this a first?”

When she nodded, he exhaled slowly, determined to make this good for her, and loving how open and honest they could be with each other.

He put his mouth close to her ear, needing to claim her and put his mark on her in a way he’d never marked another.

“Me too.” The truth was he’d only ever wanted to take Katy this way, only ever needed to be one with her like this.

“T.” Her voice hitched as his admission seemed to do something to her. She reached around and locked her fingers with his. “Please, T. I want to feel you inside me.”

“You’re not ready for me yet, baby.” Trent wet his dry lips and spent a long time playing with her ass. He worked in one finger, and then two, until her body beckoned his and her passion flared hot. Attuned to her needs, he continued to lubricate her with the oil, to ensure she was completely ready for him.

He positioned his cock at her opening and she wiggled backwards. “Baby, if this hurts, let me know and I’ll stop.”

Trent took his time, entering her slowly and savoring every inch. When her fingers curled around the cushions and she gave a little yelp, he stopped. He kept still while she got used to the fullness and, wanting to give her pleasure, slipped a finger around her body and lightly brushed her clit until it filled with blood. Soon she was moaning, and when he gave a gentle thrust and pushed past her ringed opening, her body relaxed for him.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, and gripped her hips for leverage.

She began moving with him, encouraging him, meeting and welcoming each thrust. Soon the two were rocking in sync, each giving and taking, and coming together in a beautiful new way—a way they’d only ever experienced with each other. That thought turned him inside out, and created a new closeness between them.

Trent slid his hands around her body and hugged her to him. Moisture sealed their flesh together as he rammed home. Her breathing changed, became erratic, and he brushed his finger over her clit to guide her along. As her muscles tightened and she came for him, he drove deep and stilled. Closing his eyes, he released himself inside her as every feeling he had for her pulsed through his body and rose to the surface.

He stayed inside her, lying over her body until his cock grew flaccid. When he finally pulled out, he dropped down beside her and pulled her to him for a long, soul-searching kiss.

A long time later he inched away and she smiled. He ran the back of his hand along her flushed cheek. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

The emotions in her eyes touched his soul and he could feel himself hardening again when she said, “Maybe a little,” she admitted honestly. “But I know you would never purposely hurt me.”

As his heart pounded in his chest, and emotions tore through him, Katy yawned. Trent chuckled and gave her a hug. “Am I keeping you up?” he asked.

She laughed and pointed downward. “No, but I think I might be keeping you up.”

He kissed her mouth and pitched his voice low. “I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

“Yeah, but maybe we should get out of here before we lose track of time and the breakfast crew arrives and finds us like this.”

Basking in the afterglow of great sex, Trent climbed to his feet and hauled Katy up with him. They made their way into the kitchen and went in search of their clothes.

Katy winked at him as she scooped up her pile. “When you said you wanted to cook in my kitchen, you weren’t kidding.” She gave a low sigh full of contentment then glanced at the mess. “But now I’m too spent to finish up here.”

“Want me to help?”

She pulled on her panties and jeans. “No. Leave it. I think I have my menu figured out anyway.”

“Katy about this menu, do you think it’s a little too…sophisticated for the townsfolk?”

She shrugged. “It’s the kind of food I prepare on the show.”