He leans down, lips brushing mine in a rough, scorching kiss. The cool metal of his lip ring scrapes against me, a flash of pain that sends fire racing through my veins. My body responds before my mind can catch up, every nerve alight, every breath shallow. “Do you want my fingers inside you? Do you want to show me how pretty you are when you cum riding them?” His gaze never leaves mine, dark and intense, and I shiver at the promise in his words, nodding frantically, unable to speak.
Do what you will, I permit it.
He leans closer, gaze dark and burning. “Give me your words, Dove.”
“Yes,” I breathe, and it’s more than consent—it’s a surrender.
Trey’s hands are on my hips, thumbs hooking under the waistband of my panties. He slowly—torturously slowly—drags them down just enough to tease, every second stretching and coiling in my chest. Then he traces the lines of my thighs, as if memorizing the feel of every inch of me. My breath catches, knees trembling, hips lifting slightly toward him without thinking.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans, hands moving in slow, deliberate strokes over my skin, making me shiver and burn. He crouches before me, and the heat of him pressing close, chest nearly touching my thighs, has me trembling in ways I didn’t think possible.
His hands drift lower, lingering, teasing the soft skin just over me, fingertips brushing, tracing, drawing out every gasp. My chest rises and falls, heart hammering. I can’t stop myself—my hands grip his shoulders, my legs twitch, trying to close the distance, but he keeps just enough space, driving me wild.
“Show me how you like it,wife,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Show me how you play with your pussy.”
Heat floods me, raw and instant, and I gasp, shiver and whine, unable to resist.
“I’ve…I’ve never done that.” I say breathlessly, half mad. My hands move instinctively, tracing over myself, hips rocking into him, wanting, needing, desperate for every ounce of his attention. Trey’s mouth drops open as his eyes find mine, dark, hungry, and absolutely relentless, as if every sound I make fuels the fire between us.
Trey straightens, his hands gripping my thighs firmly, spreading me wider, and the heat of him so close it’s almost unbearable. My breath catches at the feel of his body inches from mine, every muscle coiled, every movement deliberate.
“You’ve never touched yourself?” His voice is low, husky, edged with disbelief.
I shake my head.
“Fuck, baby, that’s…” He swallows hard, the green in his eyes darkening to black, shadows crawling over them. “I’m going to ruin you.”
The words hit me like fire. My body clenches and aches, betraying me with need I can’t control. I should pull away, I tell myself. I should resist. But the truth claws out of me before I can stop it.
I want him. Ineedhim.
“Then ruin me,”
Unmake me.
I beg, fingers thumbling over his chest, pulling at his shirt, clumsily stripping it from him. My hands glide over warm skin, across solid muscle, and I can feel his heartbeat under my palms. I lean forward, lips brushing where I touch, kissing where my fingers linger, and a shiver rips through him.
“I ache, Trey…” I confess, breathless, chest rising and falling as my hips shift instinctively toward him, craving more of his closeness. He groans in response, letting his hands travel slowly over me again, thumbs pressing into sensitive skin. His mouth hovers at my collarbone, leaving a trail of heat wherever it lands, and I can’t help the whine that escapes me, shaking, desperate for every inch of him. He sucks at my pulse, sharp teeth biting my skin, and I gasp, the sting blooming. Then he licks, and my body arches instinctively. His tongue soothing the pain. I shiver at the delicious contradiction—hurt and pleasure tangled into one. My hips move on reflex, the ache between my thighs building rapidly. His mouth closes over my breast, teeth and tongue working together, and I throw my head back, a breathy moan ripping from me as my eyes fly open. He tugs my nipple through the thin cotton of my shirt, and his hand slides up my thigh, brushing over the center of me. My breath catches, a heat I’ve never known pooling between my legs. My stomach clenches, twists, convulses, each pulse a surge of fire. Ecstasy, euphoria, bliss—I melt, a puddle of sensation beneath his touch, trembling even as his hand slowly pulls away, his mouth releasing me.
“My baby’s got a hair trigger, huh? My wife.” He bites at my lips, driving me wild. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“S-s-sorry…” I pant, my voice betraying me, trembling with need I can’t contain.
“Don’t be sorry,” he growls, his lips ghosting over mine, heat and promise in every word. “I want you to make a mess of me. Do you understand? I want you so wet that you’re dripping. Are you going to give me what I want?”
My body trembles under him, every nerve alive, every thought consumed by need.
Yes… yes, I’ll give it to you.
My mouth opens, but my body screams the truth he must surely know. I am his, completely, and I don’t care that it’s sinful. Ineedhim to want this as much as I do.
Heat coils tighter inside me with every filthy word that falls from his lips, each syllable setting my body ablaze. Every touch ignites a fire I don’t want to extinguish. I am betraying myself, and yet…I wouldn’t stop it for the world. A shiver of need wracks me, and I whimper in response as his fingers move in slow, teasing stokes.
“Do you want me tostop?”
I shake my head, body trembling, breath hitching, a moan escaping me despite every shred of control.
“I fucking love the sounds you make. How quickly you respond to my touch,” he growls, pressing down on the bundle of nerves between my legs. I cry out, arching against him, again lost and helpless. His mouth closes over my breast once more, and then, torturously slow, he pushes a finger inside me. A strangled, shivering sound leaves me, raw and breathless, and we both glance down, watching the slow in and out motion. I feel myself clenching uncontrollably, knees trembling as wave after wave of sensation crashes through me. I am transfixed, caught in a never-ending current of bliss, every nerve alight, every thought dissolving into the fire he’s ignited inside me.
