My hands dive to his jacket and start to shove it from his body. He’s quick to shrug it off while my fingers attack the infuriatingly small buttons on his teal dress shirt.
The whole time he’s kissing along my neck, my shoulder, my jaw and demolishing my concentration. Finally, the last button is undone, and his impeccable chest is available for me to run my palms over.
Taking one leg in his hand, he pushes up the bottom of my dress and kisses along the inside of my thigh, moving lower down my leg until he gets to the top of my boot. He trails his parted lips along the skin following the zipper.
He follows suit on the other side and once both boots are on the floor, he grabs my ankles and tugs me toward the edge of the bed.
Standing up straight, he removes his shirt and tie before pulling me to stand with him. His hands lower to the hem of my dress which he lifts over my head and deposits on the floor. But his eyes don’t leave mine, even as I stand here in a matching black bra and thong.
He tucks a curl behind my ear and cups my jaw, pulling my mouth to his. “You’re so beautiful.”
My hands fly to his belt, quickly undoing it and the zipper on his pants before lowering them as far as I can. He shimmies them the rest of the way off and kicks them to the side.
The bulge in his boxer briefs has me biting my lip and squeezing my thighs together. Looping my arms around his neck, I crash his lips on mine and fall backward to the bed. Trent starts to come with and then catches himself on one hand, the other wrapping around my back and lowering me slowly.
His hands glide up my stomach and cup my breasts, pushing aside my bra and pulling my nipples between his fingers. My head tips back with a light moan, which intensifies when he leans forward and pulls a nipple into his mouth.
He laves at my breast, and I hook my ankles around his back, grinding against his erection. I need him…now.
As if hearing my thoughts, one hand dips between us and slides into my panties, slipping along my soaking pussy before he puts two fingers inside me. He moves them slowly, methodically, in a practiced way that he’s come to learn astheway.
And then he hooks them and closes his teeth around my nipple.
My back arches off the mattress and toward him, my hips bucking against his hand as I moan loudly and come on his fingers.
“Good girl,” he grumbles in my ear as he removes his fingers and removes himself from his boxers.
Keeping my panties pushed to the side, he eases his length into me and my fingers grip into his shoulders. I’m sure my nails are leaving crescent shapes on his skin.
“Fuck, Leslie. You feel so damn perfect.”
He starts moving his hips slowly at first, then picks up momentum until he’s slamming into me. But he quickly readjusts, standing at the end of the bed and taking my ankles in hands.
Holding my legs apart, he pounds into me. I reach my hands forward but all I can reach are his wrists. But I want him closer,needhim closer.
I wrap my fingers around his wrist and pull him toward me while I spread my legs even further so he can fall on top of me.
“I want you surrounding me.” I murmur the words right against his lips.
Taking my hands in his, he links our fingers and holds them above my head. He pistons into me, and everything about it is incredible. The way he fills me, the way he feels inside me, the pleasure points he manages to hit each and every time.
It all has me a puddle of mush beneath him.
His thrusts turn slow and deep as he adjusts his hips and rubs right along my g-spot. “Fuck, Trent.”
“Come for me, baby.”
He slides one hand between our bodies and uses his thumb to circle my clit. It has my nails dragging down his back and my head tipping back as I scream his name.
I clamp down on his cock and tremble as I come. He doesn’t slow or stop, just keeps pumping into me while I reach orgasmic bliss before his breath hitches and he pulsates inside me. He rests one hand on my knee as he gives a few more slow, hard thrusts before collapsing over me.
“I’m so happy we came here this weekend.” His words are a mumbled mess in my ear, but I have to agree.
“Me too. I’m glad we were able to reconnect like this. I didn’t realize how much we needed it.”
Not only did I have a pleasant, or dare I even saygoodtime at the reunion, but I feel closer to Trent than I have in years. It’s like this weekend we were able to rekindle the fire that has always burned between us. I wasn’t quite aware of how close it was to snuffing out until I see how different we are now that we’ve reconnected.
He rolls to his side and turns me to mine so we’re facing each other. It’s intimate in its own way.
