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“Yes,” she said in a breathless voice.
He kept his gaze on her as he dipped his fingers lower, teasing her clit. “I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, Haven, that you’re going to beg me to stop.”
She swallowed, her throat already dry. “Try me.”
His lips curved in a sexy, arrogant, I’m-a-confident-man-and-I’m-about-to-rock-your-fucking-world smile.
She didn’t mind that at all. In fact, she found it incredibly arousing at the moment. And when he dipped two fingers inside her and began to pump, at the same time moving the heel of his hand against the most sensitive spot on her, she arched, helping him find the rhythm.
He was so damn cooperative it almost drove her crazy. “There?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He didn’t need a lot of coaching, either. He was gentle when he needed to be, and then instinctively seemed to know when she needed more pressure, taking her right to the edge in record time. It helped that she trusted him, that this was a man she’d known for so long. He wasn’t new.
But he was, wasn’t he? They’d been cordial acquaintances before. Verbal sparring partners at best. Tonight, he was going to become her lover, something she’d fantasized about a lot, wondering what it would be like to have Trevor’s hands roaming her body, to feel their mouths connect, his tongue tangling with hers. It had been heady fantasies she’d feverishly masturbated to when she’d been in college.
The reality of it was so much better.
Surprisingly, there was no awkwardness between them. They’d gotten naked, he’d taken control, and now she hung on a rack of delicious tension, so close to coming she could fly right now. But she loved Trevor’s mastery of her body, the utter bliss she felt as he had his way with her. She wanted a few more seconds of this feeling of absolute euphoria before she let go.
And when she did, she told him.
“Trevor, you’re going to make me come so hard.”
“Let go for me, Haven. Let me feel it. I want to feel your pu**y squeezing my fingers.”
She breathed deeply, prolonging the sweet agony for a few more seconds as pleasure tightened within her, then released in waves of undulating pleasure, gripping his wrist as she writhed against him, crying out because it had been so damn long since she’d been with someone who’d made her feel this good.
Her orgasm ripped through every fiber of her. And Trevor held her even while she bucked against him, her nails digging into his arms. It was like an out-of-body experience, like she was flying and she never wanted it to stop.
It took a while for her to settle. When she did, Trevor was right there, watching her, smiling at her, his desire not waned in the least. In fact, the passionate fury in his eyes was even deeper than it had been before.
One orgasm, she’d thought. All she thought she’d needed was one. But it turned out, just seeing the need in his eyes refueled her own. And when he pulled his fingers from her and licked them, her lips parted in surprise, her body clenching in anxious desire.
She sat up and wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck, drawing his mouth to hers for a hot, lengthy kiss that nearly swamped her senses. Trevor’s answering groan and the way he swept her away with his hands and his mouth made her realize she’d have to steel her defenses.
Staying emotionally distant from him was going to be difficult. He had a way of taking her under, of making her want him beyond just the physical. He was caring and generous, and as he spread her legs and shifted down to put his mouth on her sex, she threw her hands over her eyes, trying to shut out everything but the way his mouth felt on her pu**y, and the way he took her right to the edge again with his lips, his teeth, and his tongue, owning her body instantly in a way no man ever had.
He was relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure, consuming her. She was drowning in every flick of his tongue, every suck of his lips over her clit.
And as she came again, this time crying out in surprise because it happened so damn fast, she grabbed hold of his hair, almost angry with him because he’d possessed her so thoroughly.
She hadn’t expected to feel this overwhelmed. She both loved and hated it and didn’t know what to do with all these damn feelings.
He came up and kissed her again, and she tasted herself on his lips. And this time, she couldn’t fight the emotional response, the hiccup of tears that she pushed back when he wrapped his arms around her and groaned. Because she realized he needed her tonight as much as she needed him.
No. Not emotional. This was just physical. Just a pure, delightful, physical response to two people who enjoyed being together.