Trey went to his knees on the floor and pressed a kiss to the back of her thigh as he kept her legs raised in the air. She could only imagine what she looked like from his vantage point, and she’d be damned if that didn’t turn her on more.
She heard the rumbles in his chest as he pressed the lightest of kisses along her legs, then her butt, before returning to where she wanted him most. She couldn’t see what he was doing, so when he dragged his tongue along her slick pussy, she gritted her teeth and moaned. The pleasure was intense, more so as she felt his beard brushing over her skin. She knew he was doing it on purpose, ensuring she got what she wanted. But it wasn’t long before he stopped focusing on that and put all his efforts into licking and sucking. When he drew her clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue, she launched right over the edge of the cliff, free-falling into the ether.
When she got her wits about her, Trey was repositioning her on the bed so he could join her. He went slow, moving over her. She knew he was doing it so he didn’t scare her. It didn’t matter how many times she told them she wasn’t, they still worried enough to take the time. It made her love them both even more.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered as he kissed his way over her chest.
“Then put me there,” he growled low in his throat, moving so that his cock was nestled between her thighs.
Ava didn’t hesitate, reaching between them and pressing the head of his cock to her entrance. She watched his face, saw the way the lines around his mouth tightened when he pushed his hips forward. As he slipped inside, she reached for him, bringing his head down to hers.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered gruffly. “You feel…”
“Good? Amazing? Perfect?” she teased.
He looked in pain when he said, “All of the above. Fuck.”
She was serious when she’d said she wanted him to make love to her. While they’d had a few encounters where it was just the two of them, they had usually been in the shower or once on the couch.
This was different.
This felt like more.
And the one thing she wanted from Trey was more.
“I’m tryin’ to go slow,” he said against her lips. “I don’t usually do slow.”
“But you can with me.” She slid her arms around his neck. “I’ve got you, Trey.”
She felt him shudder as he sank in to the hilt, his hips pressed to hers. Her muscles clenched around him, making him groan.
“Love me, Trey,” she whispered against his ear. “And let me love you back.”
He did. Trey made love to her for what felt like hours. He brought her to the brink numerous times, pulling back before she could careen over. And when he finally did let her come, he joined her, the two of them free-falling together.
Half an hour later, as they cuddled in Magnus’s darkened room, Ava’s head on Trey’s chest, her finger drawing circles over his stomach, she broached the subject she’d been putting off for a while, a topic she’d promised Dr. Briggs she would bring up with Trey.
“I know you were the one who led the task force during the search for me,” she said softly.
He didn’t answer right away, but she waited. When he finally spoke, his words were deep and low.
“It was a joint effort.”
“Yeah, but you pushed because you cared about Magnus.”
Trey didn’t respond.
“You’ve never asked me what happened. How it all played out.”
He still didn’t say anything.
“Do you want to know?”
“No.” Trey’s arm tightened around her back, pulling her closer. “Not unless you feel the need to tell me.”
Ava wasn’t sure what to make of that.
Trey shifted, his lips brushing her forehead. “Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I still see you as we found you at Gloria’s. Have you ever heard someone say they were so angry they saw red?”
