Curled up on the bed with Trent, I rest my head on his chest and use the warmth from his body to shield me from the cold. It’s freezing outside, and even though the heat is on inside his house, a chill runs through his bedroom, and a shiver runs through me. Trent notices and pulls the comforter over my legs, draping it over my shoulder.
He rubs his hand down the side of my body over the thick fabric. “How about now?”
“Still cold,” I whisper.
Trent rolls onto his side and hugs me tight while running his hands over me. “How about now?”
“A little better.”
Trent brushes my hair off my neck, his soft kisses sparking an instant heat that runs down the length of my body, stirring a deep hunger inside me. He stops long enough to ask again, “How about now?”
“Not yet,” I mutter.
He returns to work, his lips moving along my neck, his hand slipping beneath the blanket. His fingers graze my stomach, leaving a brush of fire in their wake. I moaned softly as Trent continues his slow exploration of my body. He likes to torture me until I beg him to come. And I love it when he does this.
“Now?” he asks, and I can feel the smirk on his lips.
“Keep going,” I whisper.
He pinches my nipple between his fingers, and pleasure rushes through me. My entire body comes alive from his touch, every ounce of my being teetering on edge, waiting for him to keep going.
Trent slides his hand down my stomach and dips beneath the waistband of my yoga pants, nibbling my ear as he slips his hand into my panties. Desperate to stop the aching between my thighs, I push his hand lower.
“Bad girl,” Trent hisses in my ear. “So impatient. You want me to make you come?”
“Uh-huh,” I moan.
He drags his finger along my slit while sucking on my earlobe. “So wet for me, Jem. You’re always wet for me.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Always.”
He inches lower, his fingers pushing inside me. As he breaks through my inner walls, picking up his pace, he rips another moan from my lips. I rock my hips into his hand, greedy for more. Trent’s eyes find mine, his blue irises flickering with desire as my entire body trembles from the intense orgasm he’s giving me.
He peels off his shirt as soon as I come, followed by his pants and boxers. Trent doesn’t waste a second, tugging at my clothing, removing every piece until I’m bared to him.
His eyes travel over every inch of my body, and he licks his lips. “You’re so beautiful, Jem. I’m a lucky bastard.”
I can’t help but smile. “And don’t you ever forget it?”
He gives me a smirk that goes straight to my core. Without looking away from me, he reaches into the top drawer of his nightstand, rips a condom open, and rolls it down his impressive length.
I’m drooling over his hard, thick cock. He sees the look in my eyes, a low laugh escaping his lips as he cups my shoulder, pushing my back to the mattress. Climbing on me, he makes room for himself between my thighs. He bends forward to rest his elbows on both sides of my head, his lips lightly grazing mine before he bites my bottom lip.
He sucks on my lip, and I rake my fingers down his back. My nails dig into his skin as I press my heels into his tight ass. Trent has the body of a god, built to muscular perfection.
“Someone’s bossy tonight,” he says against my lips. “Once wasn’t enough?”
“No,” I mutter. “One time is never enough with you.”
A ghost of a smile crosses his lips.
He reaches between us, fisting his cock as he lines it up at my entrance. My eyes close as he inches inside me, his cock so thick and long it takes a few seconds to adjust to his size. He waits until my body relaxes before he moves again, lifting my right leg over his shoulder while sliding deeper, filling me to the hilt.
“Trent,” I cry out.
He smirks, his eyes pointed down at his cock sliding in and out of me. “That’s it, Jem. Come for me again, baby.”
Trent pounds into me, harder and faster, with a feral look in his eyes. He fucks me like he means it. It’s like he’s claiming every inch of my body.
