He bent his head and kissed his way down her stomach, dipping his tongue in her navel, flicking the tip teasingly along the sensitive flesh of her lower abdomen. Her stomach muscles clenched with each wet kiss, yet Meredith was blissfully unaware of the final destination.
His lips nuzzled the hair that guarded her womanly secrets. His breath made her squirm shamelessly. Then he gripped her hips in the palms of his hands and set his mouth to her softness, in the most intimate of kisses.
This time Meredith did scream. Her body jolted in shock, arching and twisting, trying to escape that invading tongue, but Trevor held her down, his hand splayed across her stomach.
His tongue was darting inside her, lapping at the soft folds, laving her gently with quickening strokes until she thought she might go mad from the pleasure. Heat flooded Meredith’s every pore as the sharp sensations dipped and climbed.
She struggled to breathe, struggled to ease her acute embarrassment. It was almost too intimate, too personal an act. Yet while her mind might be shocked and resistant to this, her body was enthusiastic at the notion of experiencing this newly discovered sensual delight.
Within the deep recesses of her heart, she longed for any and all intimacies with this man she loved so dearly, so completely. That love had brought her here, to the point where she trusted him enough to allow him to take any liberty with her body.
There was no time for further contemplation, for the delicious sensations chased every logical thought from her mind. Meredith closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the pillows, let herself feel the shivering thrill of each stroke of that magical tongue.
Trevor’s shoulders wedged her thighs even farther apart, and he glided his hands beneath her buttocks to hold her in place. The tension coursed through Meredith as the needs of her body became so strong they nearly overpowered her. The frantic, maddening drive to completion gripped her firmly, and then suddenly Meredith felt it begin to break. She cried out on a sob of ecstasy as she blindly surged against his mouth, her body blazing with heat, her senses exploding.
Meredith was still drifting on a cloud of untold pleasure, her body feeling boneless and sated, when he reached out and began stroking her nipple. The tension started anew, as if she had never achieved release.
“How do you do that?” she asked in amazement.
His answering grin nearly broke her heart. It was boyish and proud and outlandishly sexy. “ ’Tis easy with you, dearest. You were made for this, made for me. Only me.”
Meredith let out a shuddering breath as his hands skimmed again over her breasts. “I need to be inside you now,” he said hoarsely. “But first this must go.”
In a flash he removed her nightgown, pulling it up and over her head in one fluid motion. She gazed at his beloved features. The muscles were tense across his face and shoulders. She found his male beauty irresistible. She reached up and laid her hand on his chest, pulling playfully at the thick mat of hair.
Following the trail of that sexy hair brought her fingers down his abdomen to the throbbing strength of his penis. She stroked the enlarged organ eagerly, then cupped the tender sacs that hung below. Trevor groaned his approval and began flexing his hips in a primitive, sensual rhythm.
With an almost tortured expression, he glared down at her, then roughly pulled her hands off his burning flesh. He parted her legs with his knee, spreading them wide. Meredith’s body was trembling when he cupped her bottom and pulled her against him.
Trevor shifted forward and entered her, stretching and filling her so tightly, so completely she cried out from the sheer joy of his possession.
“Lord, I can feel you tightening around me,” he said tersely.
“ ’Tis wondrous,” she agreed.
Meredith cupped his cheek. His jaw felt rough and prickly as her fingers glided over the stubble of his whiskers.
“Wrap your legs around me,” Trevor whispered.
She followed his command, tightening herself fiercely around him, clinging to him as if she would never let go. Her fingers, still on his face, now traced over his mouth, and he opened his lips.
Meredith teasingly inserted the tip of her index finger and he greedily sucked on it. She laughed, then lifted her head and kissed him. Trevor returned the kiss with ardor and excitement. Then he broke away, tilted his head and smiled wickedly. Supporting himself on his forearms, he slowly pulled the length of his hardness out of her.
Meredith protested loudly and raised her hips. Trevor groaned and entered her again, thrusting forward with enough force to make her body arch. A thready sigh escaped her lips as her body welcomed him, the inner muscles clenching tightly as if they feared he would soon abandon her again.
With an expression of pure male need, he began to rotate his hips, creating a friction against the slick bud of her womanhood. The action sent her body quivering but, while mindlessly exciting, the pressure he was exerting was not enough to bring her to climax.
“You are tormenting me,” she panted, lifting her hips to show him what she wanted.
“I am prolonging the pleasure,” he answered in a voice gone deep and husky. “For both of us.”
He teased her but a moment more, then began to thrust urgently into her, his thighs slapping against her, his lower body meeting hers with a searing impact. Meredith’s arms came around him, her fingers caressing up and down his back till they came to rest at his hips.
She settled her hands there, digging her fingers into the hard flesh. That seemed to excite him even more, and her breath caught in her lungs as he pushed deeper, pulled back, then plunged again.
The drive to fulfillment soon became too much to withstand. With each hard penetration, the pressure built until she could think of nothing but release. She followed his lead, matching him thrust for thrust, over and over until the sheer joy of the experience was more than she could endure.
She begged him to increase the rhythm, gasping and writhing on the mattress, half mad with desire as the fire within her began to spiral out of control. Then finally, blissfully, it broke, and Meredith’s inner muscles convulsed around him. This ecstatic release was so unexpected, so intense, so emotional that tears pooled at the corners of Meredith’s eyes and slid silently down the side of her face, wetting her temples.
