He slips two fingers inside me while his tongue swirls around my clit, and my back peels off the bed as I writhe and moan beneath him.
When he closes his lips around my clit, I practically melt into the bed, and my body trembles as I tighten around his fingers while mine tug his hair as I come.
As my body regains its stillness, he kisses along the inside of my thighs, up to my stomach where he pulls off my panties before leaning me up and pulling off my bra. His hands cup my breasts and squeeze before he takes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to have you all to myself, Leslie. I’m taking things slow tonight.”
Agonizingly slow if you ask me.
I wrap my legs around his waist and tighten so he falls over me, catching himself on his hands. I’m kind of amazed he didn’t crash down on me considering how much we’ve had to drink.
He gets the message loud and clear and without hesitating he pushes himself into me, my back arching and a moan pulling from my chest at the incredible intrusion.
Trent always feels amazing inside me.
When he starts moving, it’s even better. He glides in and out of me so seamlessly, it’s like two pieces of a puzzle coming together.
His thrusts come hard and fast and his mouth roams over my body, licking and sucking anywhere he can reach. Everything about it is a bit sloppy, but that’s to be expected when you’re as drunk as we are.
It also allows for me to have no notice of how loud I’m being. The noises coming from my body are animalistic and fill the room. It’s freeing to be able to just let go and enjoy every second, not caring who hears and not being worried about waking three sleeping children.
And while normally I’d care about the other guests hearing us, right now I’m too drunk for that, and all I care about is the deliciousness of Trent deep in my pussy.
The more he pounds into to me, the closer I get to orgasmic bliss. My hands grip at his shoulders, and my legs fall further apart.
A bead of sweat drips from his brow and falls onto my chest mingling with the moisture on my own skin.
“Make me come, Trent.”
“Fuck, Les.” He takes my knees by his elbows and splays me wide open, slamming into me so the sounds of skin on skin fill the room, along with moans and whimpers with every thrust.
When he bends and pulls my nipple between his teeth, I’m done in. My fingertips dig into his skin and my nails drag down his back as I clench down hard on his cock. Three kids and about a million kegels later, and I’ve still got the ability to make him groan and pulsate deep inside me.
His forehead drops to my shoulder with a shudder. He trails his lips along my collarbone and up to my ear. “I love you, Leslie.”
I squeeze him to me. “I love you too.”
We lie tangled in each other for a minute before he kisses my neck and pulls away, heading straight to the bathroom and returning with a washcloth, which he uses to clean me up.
I move to get dressed, but he grabs my wrist.
“No, no, no. We’re sleeping naked tonight.”
“We’rewhat?” It’s been ages since I’ve slept even half naked.
“Sleeping naked. That way when I wake up and need you again there won’t be any pesky clothes in the way.” He moves back over me, tracking his parted lips along my skin.
My knee bends and pulls close to my body as a shiver wracks my body.
Looping an arm around my waist, he hikes me to the top of the bed and pulls back the covers, putting me on my side and curling around me. He kisses the tract of skin between my shoulder and neck, landing behind my ear.
“Good night, Leslie. I love you.”
I snuggle into him, letting his warmth overtake me and link my fingers with his where they rest at my stomach. “I love you too.”
Thanks to the excessive amount of wine, we both drift off quickly.
Chapter 25
