“I bet you taste real sweet, like your lips do.”
I craned my neck and his mouth came crashing down on mine as teeth, tongue, and lips tangled and meshed together to create the sexiest kiss I’d ever had in my life. My whimpering moans were quickly smothered by his commanding mouth, and the way he was touching my clit through my panties had my senses soaring. He squeezed my breasts, then walked me toward the bed, his mouth never leaving mine. Turning me around, he placed his hands on my shoulder and eased me down on the mattress. I watched him peel off my stockings, and then he bent over, kissed me hard, and nuzzled me from my aching breasts to my see-through black panties.
A low grunt rumbled from his throat. “You soaked right through your panties.” His voice was raw, and my hips rose toward his face. Looping his fingers around the waistband, he slipped my panties down my legs before placing a hand on each of my bent knees, spreading me wide. A seductive smile crossed his lips. “Beautiful.” Then he dipped his head lower and ran his tongue over my core in one long lick. I bucked as desire flooded me. He straightened up and hastily unbuckled his belt. I sat up, trying to help him, but he scooted out of my reach.
“I want to touch you,” I said as I watched him roll off the bed and unzip his suit pants.
He winked at me. “That’s for later. Right now, if you touch me, I’ll blow for sure.” He shrugged off his pants and boxers, and his erection sprang from beneath the elastic band. Taking a packet out of his pocket, he placed it on the nightstand. He came back on the bed and grasped my arms, pinning them over my head. Bending down, he gripped my wrists and kissed me again, this time rougher. My body tingled in anticipation.
“Keep your arms over your head.” His tone was stern and made me clench my thighs together. With my arms like that, the sensitive stretches of skin along the sides of my body were exposed, and Trace kissed and scratched down to my hips, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake.
I twisted, aching and raw, trying to clench my legs together to give me some relief, but he’d have none of that. He kept his knees between my legs and continued to lick, scratch, bite, and tease the hell out of me until I was a ball of aching, burning need.
“Keep your legs apart,” he said while his mouth and hands followed the path down to my pulsing sex. Moaning, I thrashed my head on the pillow, and he looked up and caught my gaze. Spreading me wider, he slipped his hands under my thighs and grabbed my butt, bringing me closer to his mouth. I watched as he licked my folds, thrusting toward his face as he flicked my sweet spot. When his finger slipped inside me, I lost it, an atomic blast exploding inside me as my release echoed through me.Holy shit!That orgasm was the most intense I’d ever had.
Trace slid up my body and kissed me tenderly, sweeping away the hair on my damp face. When he grasped my wrists and brought my arms down, I curled them around his back, pressing him close so we were skin to skin.
“That was amazing,” I said breathlessly as my body began to come back to Earth.
“Wait until you feel me inside you.” He ground his dick against me. He leaned over and grabbed the packet, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling the sheath on.
“I can’t wait.” I traced his jawline with my fingernail.
He pushed up and placed my legs over his shoulders, rubbing my sensitive mound with the tip before pushing inside me. It felt so good, but the sound he made when he entered me turned me on more than anything. Soon he was thrusting deep and hard, and my body rose and fell in rhythm with his. I dug my nails into his nape, and he grunted and hissed as he shoved harder and deeper inside me. As he increased his speed, his finger on my clit flicked in unison until a long thrust drove a cry from my throat. He stiffened, then held my gaze as he rasped, “Cierra.” He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as I rode the wave of another orgasm.
I ran my fingers through his damp hair and for a long while he lay on top of me, our legs tangled, basking in the afterglow of amazing sex. He rolled off me and sat on the edge of the bed, then discarded the condom. He stretched out next to me and drew me close to him. I snuggled in the crook of his arm, breathing in the tangy, musky scent of sex that filled the room.
“Okay, so you really know how to fuck,” I said.
He chuckled. “So do you. That was incredible.”
I playfully punched his arm. “Don’t act so surprised.”
“I should’ve figured a hot woman like you would be great in bed.”
The truth was I usually couldn’t get into the sex part of a relationship. I’d enjoy it moderately, but the big O never came without a vibrator. So I was surprised I’d come so hard twice with Trace. The man knew his stuff.
I wondered if he was going to spend the night or sneak away after I fell asleep. Our legs entwined under the cool sheets, and the small breeze coming in from the window felt good as it flowed over my sweaty body. From the way Trace was breathing, I knew he’d fallen asleep, so I burrowed deeper into him and closed my eyes.
In my dream,Trace licked my breasts with that wicked tongue of his as he slipped inside of me. Something poked me and I cracked open an eye. Everything was blurry. I blinked and opened both eyes, rubbing them with my palms.
“Good morning,” Trace said as he looked up from my breast.
Am I still dreaming?I blinked, closed my eyes, and blinked again. He was still there doing wicked-delicious things to my body. I smiled and tangled my hand in his hair. “Morning. What a wonderful way to wake up.”
“Agreed.” He bent down and kissed me, and I sank deeper into the mattress as I let him have his way with me.
After a couple of hours, I padded into the kitchen, my wet hair dripping down the back of my terry-cloth robe. Trace was washing up. I still couldn’t believe he’d spent the night. I took him for the type of guy who never woke up beside a woman. I remembered Kelsey had told me that he never wanted to spend the night, even though she’d given him a key to her apartment. It’d pissed her off, but she figured they needed more time for him to get used to being in a relationship.
Kelsey… oh shit! What the hell am I going to do?I turned on the coffee machine, then sat down on the couch, trying to quell the nausea that had invaded my stomach. I couldn’t tell her. Even though she and Trace weren’t together anymore and she was spending the weekend in Santa Clara with Chandler, I knew she’d kill me if she found out. Was it wrong for me to have sex with Trace? We’d both been wanting this for weeks, and even though I was sure Kels would view my actions as a betrayal, I didn’t feel like I’d done anything wrong. Trace wasn’t hers anymore, and she wasn’t his.
“Coffee smells good,” Trace said as he poured some in the cup I left out for him. He took a sip. “Damn good.” He smiled broadly.
I nodded as I twirled a damp strand of hair around my finger. Trace watched me. I kept twirling.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he joined me on the couch.
“Nothing,” I answered, avoiding his gaze.
