Always waiting for me.
Always choosing me.
I lace my fingers with his and press them into the mattress beside his head.
“What are you waiting for?” I whisper.
His eyes close briefly, like the words undo him completely.
When they open again, the devotion in them burns brighter than anything I’ve ever known.
Chapter Fourteen
Trey
Let The Sins Fall – velvet desires
God, she’s fucking beautiful.
Her arms are stretched above her head, wrists crossed loosely as she watches me strip, her storm-grey eyes dark with hunger and something deeper that hits me straight in the chest. The adrenaline still burning through my veins dulls the worst of the pain in my ribs, leaving behind the all-consuming need to touch her.
Breathe, Baker. Do not growl like a jungle cat.
I take her hand and pull her up from the bed, guiding her back until her spine meets the wall, my body crowding into hers.
“There is no one I would ever kneel for,” I tell her quietly, my hands sliding down the curve of her waist, over the flare of her hips, following the silken length of her thigh until I reach the heat between them. My fingers drag through her wetness, and my voice drops. “But you.” My cock pulses, painfully hard, desperate to be inside her.
I lower myself to my knees in front of her and lift her leg, settling it over my shoulder, my eyes never leaving hers as her breath catches and her fingers sink into my hair, gripping tight.
That’s it, baby.
Hold on to me.
I lean forward and lick her slowly, savoring her, letting my tongue glide through her heat, learning her again, reminding myself she’s real and she’s mine. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, unhurried and deliberate, until her head falls back against the wall and a soft whimper spills from her throat, her hips twitching helplessly.
I push my tongue deeper, tasting her fully, and she gasps my name, her fingers tightening in my hair as she starts to move against my mouth.
I love this. I loveherlike this.
“Trey,” she breathes, pulling me closer, riding my face, chasing her release.
I pull back just enough to deny her.
“Tell me what you want.”
Her eyes find mine, wrecked and pleading.
“I want to come,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “Please, Trey… please.”
The sound of her begging nearly undoes me.
I slide two fingers into her slowly, watching her face as her mouth falls open and her head knocks softly against the wall, her body arching into my hand.
She’s so fucking perfect.
She moves with me, riding my fingers, her breathing turning ragged, her grip in my hair almost painful, and I press my mouth back to her, sucking gently on her clit while my fingers curl inside her, finding the spot that makes her cry out.
Engage butterfly kisses.
