“Are you sure you’re ready?” Trevor asked in a husky voice as he placed the pillow beneath her stomach and gently encouraged her to lie back down.
Was she ready?
Was he kidding?
“Five years, Trevor. Five long years,” Zoe stressed, licking her lips in anticipation.
He chuckled softly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
She was about to open her mouth and demand that he get on with it when she felt him press a kiss against her left cheek. A moan may have escaped her. She’d never had a man pay so much attention to her bottom before and she was surprised to discover just how much she liked it.
He pressed a kiss to the right cheek before she felt him move over her and his erection slid between her cheeks.
“Oh, God,” she choked out as he gripped her hip and ground himself against her. Even though all of his attention right now was on her bottom, it was a different part of her that ached and throbbed in reaction.
“Ready?” he whispered next to her ear.
Unable to talk at this point, she nodded.
“Here we go,” Trevor said softly, pulling away. Seconds later, he was positioned between her legs. “Nice and slow,” he promised her as he pushed the large tip of his erection inside her.
“We’re going to take this nice and slow,” he said tightly to her or himself, she wasn’t sure at the moment. All she knew was that nothing had ever felt as good as Trevor Bradford sliding inside her.
She wanted to thrust back, but his weight on top of her stopped her from doing anything more than lay there. It was pure hell lying there and needing him so damn badly. He was barely halfway inside of her when he pulled out and slid back inside.
“Nice and slow,” Trevor said through what sounded like clenched teeth as he continued his agonizingly slow pace that was killing her.
At this point, she couldn’t even find the words to beg him to move faster and she desperately wanted him to move faster. He felt so good, so incredibly good.
“You feel so damn good, baby,” he said, turning her on more than she ever thought was humanly possible. She knew that he didn’t really mean the endearment, but right now, she allowed herself to enjoy the way it made her feel.
“I could stay in you forever,” Trevor said, groaning as he pressed hot wet kisses against the back of her neck as he slowly thrust inside her. She’d never made love to a man in this position before, but there was something about having a man lying on top of her, taking her from behind and not being able to move that was intensely erotic.
“Do you like this?” he asked, pressing a kiss against the corner of her mouth.
“Yes,” she said, tilting her head back so that she could kiss him. The kiss started off slow, but soon turned hungry as Trevor slid his hands over her arms until their hands met and their fingers entwined.
His slow pace started to become a little less controlled and a little more frantic as his thrusts became harder and quicker. One minute, she was kissing him and loving the way he made her feel and the next, she was crying out her release.
She barely heard Trevor when he muttered tightly, “Next time, damn it. I’ll make it good next time.” Before she could register his words, he was slamming into her from behind and she loved every single second of it.
Before her five-year stint, she’d had a few lovers. They were attentive and she’d guess they were good lovers since they always made sure that she found her moment, but they’d never made her feel like they were desperate for her or that they couldn’t get enough of her. They’d certainly never lost control like Trevor was currently doing.
“So, fucking good,” Trevor gasped, igniting the fire once again inside her. It wasn’t long before he had her screaming again as her body burst apart on an orgasm so intense that it left her gasping for air as little black spots danced around her vision.
Trevor’s deep groan of satisfaction had her biting back a pleased little smile. She knew that she hadn’t done much, but it was still satisfying to know that a man like Trevor had enjoyed being with her and clearly, he had. There was no way that she could have misread his enjoyment. She wondered if this was the best sex he’d ever had as well.
“Thanks,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head as he pulled out and climbed off the bed.
That was it? Thanks? After the mind-blowing sex they’d just had? Granted, she hadn’t had sex in five years and a thirty-second romp in the hay probably would have earned an eight by default on her Richter scale, but still...
She thought she’d deserved something a little more than a “Thanks” like she’d just handed him the remote or something. It wasn’t as if she was expecting his undying love or something, she wasn’t an idiot after all, but something with feeling would have been-
“That was great,” he said as he gave her bottom a little rub and a pat.
Well, that was something, Zoe supposed as she blew a strand of hair out of her face. The great part was true, at least, she thought with a sniff as she heard him moving around in her bathroom.
At least she didn’t have to figure out a polite way to get him to leave. In the past, she’d had a few boyfriends that she’d cuddled with and spent the night with, but Trevor wasn’t a boyfriend and never would be. Not only was there no way in hell that he’d date someone like her, have sex with her? apparently and shockingly, yes, but men like Trevor didn’t settle on plump, plain nobodies like her.
