Troy reaches down and unsnaps my bra, spreading apart the cups. He bares my breasts not only to the cool England air, but to his intense scrutiny. For long moments, I can’t tell what he’s thinking as I see only the top of his lowered head.
Then, he lifts his eyes and holds my gaze as he lowers his lips to the tip, suckling it deep into his mouth. Between the carnal look and the feel of his tongue stroking and sucking, I’m practically levitating off the bed. Each draw of his lips has a direct connection to my clit.
Then, he releases my breast from his sensual grasp. I’m shuddering with overwhelming emotion. I manage a breathless “Troy…” when he turns his attention to my other nipple, even as he wedges his larger body in between my legs.
Arching into him, my hips move against the long thrust of his cock as it demands its due—despite the layers of clothes preventing it from surging home.
Troy didn’t let up, his lips moving back and forth between my breasts and my lips. Every second my lips are free, I’m pleading with him, “Please. Please make me come.”
“You’ll come before you take me,uvetta mia,” he growls.
I drag my nails down his back to his hips, pulling them tighter against my thrusting hips. Seeking friction. Troy throws his head back and laughs wickedly, even as his hips undulate against mine. “Reach for it,uvetta mia.”
Then his lips drop to mine, and his tongue delivers long, slow thrusts that mirror the way his hips taunt me. I rip my lips from his and beg, “Troy, please,” as I writhe against him.
“Just a little more,uvetta mia. I want to see your pleasure.” His light eyes sparkle like diamonds down at me.
It’s those words that finally push me over. Pleasure surges through me. My thighs tighten against his hips as I shamelessly ride the ridge of his cock. My release has my back arching, his name being ripped from my lips, “Troy!”
Groaning, he lays his head between my breasts, right over my heart. That’s when I hear him whisper, “Nothing has or ever will be as beautiful as watching you come apart in my arms.”
My lips part, but I can’t make a sound because of the tears welling in my eyes. Troy has always made me feel comfortable, but this?
He’s done nothing but show me that all versions of me are beautiful to him.
Suddenly urgent, I reach between us and reach for the button on his pants. His lips curve in a smile. “It might be better if we get you out of your pants first,uvetta mia.”
I immediately kick off my boots, disregarding the crash where they land. Troy lifts his head to grin at me, but his face loses its amusement when he sees the expression on mine. “Maya?”
Pulling him close, I press my lips to his and slip my tongue past the seam. After I release his lips, I murmur, “I can’t wait. I need you.”
Easing back onto his knees, he already has his hands working at the fastening of my jeans. Once he undoes the zip, I wiggle to help him remove them faster. He pleads, “Maya, sweetheart. Let me.”
Moving to a standing position, he quickly yanks my jeans and panties off. Seconds later, he’s lost his own before he crawls back between my thighs with a condom packet between his teeth. Letting it go, it lands directly between my breasts. He nuzzles my nose. “You put it on.”
Making swift work of protecting us both, I gasp when the head of his cock finally nudges at my entrance. Because of his size, it always takes him a few thrusts to slide in, but tonight, Troy drags out the process further.
His hands slide into mine on either side of my head as the slow movements of his hips bring me to the very edge I just fell off of not that long ago. “Hold on,uvetta mia.”
Wrapping my legs around him, I know what’s coming—his fullness stretching my sensitive flesh. I welcome the lazy way his cock works over every one of my nerve endings until my core tightens around his swelling cock.
And together, we tumble into ecstasy.
Before he eases out of me, Troy kisses me—slow and deep. It’s the kind of kiss that offers forever and promises but doesn’t force them.
It only says he’s offering them.
When I’m ready.
Later, Troy’s drifted to sleep beside me, but I can’t get my mind to shut off. I listen to the rain gently pelting the glass and the steady rise and fall of his breathing. I find it startling to realize that four months ago, I had just acclimated myself to being engaged to a man I’d thought I’d love for the rest of my life.
Thank goodness someone watched over me so I didn’t make the biggest mistake of my life by marrying Bryce, or I would never have realized where love can be found.
It’s based on friendship, forged in honesty. It shares laughter and tears equally and judges neither.
It takes trust—the kind I learned heartbreak showed me I was owed.
The kind Troy gives me every day.
