“Damn,” he said with a groan. “That is a damn fine answer, woman.”
Mallory thought so, too. Smiling, she slid her hand up to his neck pulled his head down to kiss him. He took over almost immediately, which was fine with her. She was way out of his league at everything, so she was more than okay with letting him lead.
A moment later, the tie on her robe loosened and then his clothing brushed against her naked flesh. He lifted his head and sucked in a breath as he looked down at her. She had the urge to cover up, but the look in his eyes stilled her. He liked what he saw, which made her pussy throb more, so much so she had to clench her thighs together in the vain hope of stopping the sudden gush of liquid from her body.
Chapter Fourteen
Trent could barely catch his breath. Standing before him, like a nymph sent to tempt him, Mallory was gloriously naked, save for the robe caught on her shoulders.
Licking his lips, he laid his hand on her chest and slowly slid it down. His eyes followed the path as he learned the petal softness of her skin. She had a small smattering of freckles on her chest to match the small dash over her cheeks and nose. He decided then and there he would kiss each and every single one of them. Later though, much later.
Her nipples were drawing tighter, puckering hard in the cooler air of the room and, he hoped, as reaction to his touch. Scrapping his fingers lightly over the soft skin of her breast, he lazily circled her dark nipple. “Mallory, I hate to bring this up, but I need to know. You’re not a virgin, are you?”
Mallory sucked in a harsh breath, her chest pushing up toward his hand. She gave a shake of her head. “No-no,” she stammered. “I think…I just had a very unimaginative and unadventurous boyfriend.”
Taking it as a sign, he cupped the weight of her breast gently and dipped his head. With a flick his tongue to the tight bud, he took it into his mouth and sucked. He let out a groan at her taste, and gripped her hips tight to pull her in closer to him as he feasted on her breast.
Her hands held onto his short hair as he growled around her nipple. Nipping gently, he let it go when she jolted and moved to her neglected breast. Sucking the nipple deep, he flicked it with his tongue and began to back her up.
He wanted her in bed. Laid out like the feast she was for him to devour.
Gently he moved her backward. Slipping his hands off her hips, he grabbed her ass and squeezed before letting a finger slip down to tease her. She was wet, sopping in fact, and his finger slid easily through her cream.
“Trent,” she sobbed out his name, her short nails digging into his scalp.
Smiling around her nipple, he let it go to lift his head and kiss her. She kissed him back ferociously, just as starved as he was. Growling low into her mouth, he teased the tight bud of her anus.
He caught the surprised gasp she let out and the moan that followed. She liked the touch. Good to know, and something to keep in mind for later.
She practically clawed at him as he kept backing her up, his finger moving from her pussy to her anus, a little more pressure each time. Just as they reached her bedroom, he managed to slip the tip of his finger in her ass. She jerked against him, her eyes going big before rolling back, her voice a keening moan of pure need.
“Like that, do you?” he asked in a rough tone.
She just nodded as she chewed on her sexy bottom lip. She was rocking her ass back, trying to get him to press in deeper.
“Have you ever had anyone touch you here?” he asked, needing to know with a sudden desperation.
“Never,” she said breathlessly.
Good. “I’m going to take you here one day soon. I’m going to slide my cock in deep and fuck your sweet little ass hard and fast until you come so hard, you think you’ve shattered into a million pieces.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned, rocking her hips harder.
He slipped his finger in a little deeper and watched the pleasure roll over her face. “You want that, don’t you?” he asked as they stopped next to her bed.
“Yes,” she whispered. She was panting hard now, rolling her hips back and taking his finger in deeper.
“What do you want, Mallory?” he asked her.
“You, there. Oh, God,” she moaned.
“Specifics, Mallory. I need to know you’re on board with what I plan to do. Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he demanded, pressing his finger deeper before he began to pump it in and out.
She let out a mewling sound as her nails dug into his shoulders again. “Your cock in my ass, fucking me hard and fast until I scream,” she said in little bursts.
Shuddering against her at her words, he kissed her hard. Moving his finger faster, he sucked on her lower lip. She was close, he felt it. He could push her over right then, or pull back and let her calm, only to push her over once more.
He decided to let her come, she needed it and he wanted to watch her as she did. Focusing on what he could feel, he changed the pressure of his finger slightly as he moved it in and out of her ass. The angle wasn’t ideal but he could probably make it work.
Her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped as she held onto him tight. A low whimper sounded and she tried to back away from his finger. But he wasn’t letting her. Mercilessly he finger-fucked her tight little ass, until she screamed and clenched the digit.
He kept it moving, slower now, to ease her through the orgasm and then, very gently, withdrew it. Wrapping her in his arms, he held her as she trembled and tried to regain her breath. “I have you, Mal. Just breathe,” he whispered against her ear. “That’s it, honey. Just breathe.”
She let out a slow shudder as she came down, and he pressed a kiss to her cheek. Sliding the robe off her body, he lifted her and settled her on the bed. With a quick move he turned the bedside lamp on. He wanted to be able to see her in the mid-evening gloom already darkening the room. “Don’t move,” he told her before going to the bathroom. Washing his hands, he grabbed a cloth and dampened it before returning to her.
Gently he rolled her and pressed the cool cloth between her cheeks. “You’ll be tender later,” he said.
Mallory just watched him under low lids and smiled, a blush lightly coloring her face. “I never knew,” she whispered, her voice ragged from her scream.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asked smiling.
Her face got a little redder as she nodded shyly.
“Good,” he nodded with a chuckle. “It’ll be even better with my cock,” he told her, watching her face carefully. He didn’t miss the way her eyes went to his crotch or the slight look of trepidation that flickered over her face.
“Hey,” he said. Tossing the cloth onto the nightstand, Trent leaned over her and pressed his lips to her shoulder. “Not tonight, Mallory. Not even tomorrow. You’re not up for that yet, sweetheart. We’ll work at getting you there a little at a time. Then, when you are ready to take me, we’ll do anything and everything you want. All right?”
Mallory nodded slowly, a shy look on her face again before she looked into his eyes. She just stared for a long time before the tension slid out of her. “Promise?” she asked with a smile curling her lips.
“You little minx,” he said with a laugh. “Yes, I promise,” he chuckled.
Pushing off the bed, he tugged his shirt off over his head and tossed it on top of her robe. He could feel her eyes on him as he undid his belt and the buttons on his jeans. When he pushed them down his legs, he heard the soft rustle of the bedding while she changed position.
The sharp inhalation when he straightened stopped him, made him want to pose for her. He resisted. Barely.
Her gaze was glued, wide-eyed, on his cock as it filled with more blood and stood at attention. Her lips were slightly parted as she stared.
Not that he minded in the least. She should feel as comfortable with his body as he felt with hers. To that end, Trent moved back onto the bed and settled down next to her, on his side, his head propped up on a hand. Taking one of her hands in his, he uncurled her fingers an
d pressed it to his chest. “You can touch me, Mallory.”
Her eyes darted up to meet his gaze before skittering back down. “Anywhere?” she asked, her voice breathless once more.
It would likely kill him, but he gave her a nod. “Anywhere,” he said for clarity’s sake, since he was pretty damn sure she hadn’t even noticed his nod. Rolling onto his back, Trent tucked his arms behind his head and bent the leg furthest from her up.
Sitting up slowly, Mallory kept her hand on his chest as she looked him over. “Trent?” she said his name with a definite question to it.
“Mal, I’m yours, just as you are mine. You need to be comfortable with me, too, in all ways, especially here in the bedroom. So touch, lick, stroke,” he said softly. “I’m yours to play with, so go to town.”
She was nodding, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as her fingers curled to scrape her nails over his chest. He had no idea how long he’d be able to withstand her inspection, but he’d hold out as long as he fucking could. For her.
Chapter Fifteen
Where to start? Mallory had Trent laid out, naked and built like a Greek god, bronzed and buff on her bed. Her body was humming with need and her mind was shorting out from the visual pleasure. But she wanted to touch him, learn his massive body and discover what pleasured him. Oh, where the hell to start?
A quick look to his face and she could feel herself centering. He watched her curiously and waited with so much patience. Had it been her, she’d have been squirming from the word go. Not Trent, though.
Taking a deep breath, she knelt beside his hip and pressed her hands to his chest. He was warm, hard, and so damned sexy. Sliding her hands up slowly, she mapped his shoulders, before moving down to his pectorals. Brushing a finger lightly over one of his dark brown nipples, she bit her lip to hide her grin when he jerked and hissed out a breath.
He was sensitive there, like her. Good information to have.
Very lightly, she slid her hands down over his abs, tracing all the dips and rises as he sucked in his gut. Moving her hands back up, she frowned at the jagged scar over his right rib cage. Following its length, which ended near his lower back, she shot him a look.
“Knife attack,” he said with a lazy shrug.
Her eyes went wide . “Knife?” she managed to squeak out.
“It was a really big knife.”
Running her fingers back up along the scar, she let out a breath. Yeah, a really big knife. Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to the top of the scar and slowly kissed her way as far as she could along it.
Then, since her lips were on him anyway, Mallory worked her way to his abs. Slipping her tongue out she tasted him and hummed in pleasure. Salty and masculine, tasty. Doing it again because she could, she lapped at his eight pack, working her way ever lower.
His cock twitched, bumping into her breast as she continued. His breathing sped up. Smiling, Mallory shot Trent a look and found him watching her intently. She liked that look on his face, the intense focus. Continuing down, she kept her eyes locked with his as she brushed a kiss to the seam between his pelvis and thigh.
He sucked in a breath and his cock leaped.
Lifting her head, Mallory went up and over his cock, ensuring she let out a slow breath as she passed over and then brought her mouth down on his other side. Nipping at the sensitive skin between his hip and thigh, she slid her tongue over the spot.
“Mallory,” he growled at her.
“Yes?” she asked, licking her lips slowly. She felt moisture sliding down her inner thigh at his sexy growl. Damn, she’d never known a simple sound from a sexy man like Trent could make her feel so naughty, so right.
All that got her was another growl as he shifted his hips. Giving him a wide-eyed look, she tipped her head, knowing her hair would brush over his cock. “Problem?”
“What are you doing?”
Good question, she actually didn’t have much of a clue, but she liked it. “Well,” she said. Scraping her short nails on the inside of his thigh, she knelt between his legs. “I’m exploring all this gloriously naked and tanned flesh you have. I do have a question for you though.”
“Ask.” He bit the words out. Trent was sounding a little tense, so she turned her thoughts to ways of relaxing him.
“How is it you don’t have any tan lines?” she asked with a grin growing on her face. Looking to him, she was amazed to see that now Trent was blushing slightly. “Trent! Do you sunbathe in the nude?” Mallory strove to sound shocked, but knew it sounded amused more than anything else.
“Maybe,” he muttered.
No maybe about it. No tan lines meant he definitely sunbathed in the nude. But did he do it out in his yard where the neighbors could see or was he a tanning bed sort of guy? No, not a tanning bed. He was too confident with his body. He’d just strut out into his yard, flop down and let the sun do its work. Damn, that was a sexy image, one that had her squirming as another flood of liquid slipped from her pussy.
Blowing a soft breath over his cock, Mallory watched his body tense as his member jerked. He was back to watching her from under lowered lids. Moving close to his cock, she licked her lips again as she looked to the hard length of flesh. The head was broad, narrowing slightly, before widening out for the base. He had very little hair between his legs but not from grooming. He must come by it naturally, since it didn’t appear to be kept in any particular fashion.
He also didn’t seem the sort to worry about such things. Which made her question why she was even worrying, or wondering about it.
“Mallory,” he said her name, jerking her attention back to him. He had his head canted to the side slightly and was frowning. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” she said with a nod. Chewing her lip, she figured she might as well admit she had next to no clue what she was doing. “I’ve uh, well, you see...” she said with a wince.
His chuckle was soft and amused. “Mal, you can’t do anything wrong. Do what feels natural. God, just do anything you want.”
Right. Sure. She could do that. No pressure. Yup. All good.
Damn it, she’d been doing okay up until she’d started to think. Thinking was obviously very bad. Licking her lips again, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around him. Or tried to anyway. Holy hell, he was bigger than she’d thought.
Sliding her hand up, she nearly whimpered when she saw a bead form at the head of his cock. Leaning in, she caught it with her tongue and let out a moan of pleasure. Salty and all Trent. Letting her eyes slide shut, she stroked her tongue over the bulbous head of his cock again, lightly rubbing at the slit as she tasted him.
His low moan had her eyes popping open to find him with his head thrown back on the pillow and his hands clutching at the bedding.
Maybe she did know what she was doing. As long as she didn’t think. Listening to her gut, she ran her tongue over him again. This time she rubbed the tip of her tongue under the head and watched as he tightened his hold on the covers.
Oh my, very interesting. Blowing a light breath to the damp head, he cursed and bucked. Okay, okay, she could work with all of this.
Closing her eyes, she took the head into her mouth and sucked, moaning as another drop of come slid over her tongue. Sucking it down, she took him in a little deeper, working on him like a popsicle. Suck, release, suck, release and then a little swirl with her tongue.
As she began to bob her head, she stroked her fingers over the veins of his cock, learning his shape and texture by touch. He was so soft and yet hard at the same time. Amazing and perfect. And all hers.
With lazy abandon, she trailed her fingers down his cock and to his balls. Peeking through her lashes, she watched him as she took him in deeper while cupping his ball sack gently. He was tense, hanging onto the bedding for dear life and muttering to himself. Giving his balls a tiny squeeze she sucked harder on his cock and she let out another moan.
His reaction wasn’t what she’d expected, not in the least.
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She was killing him. Slowly and with the greatest of sensual intent. For someone that apparently didn’t know what to do, Mallory had an uncanny natural talent. But when she cupped his balls and sucked him deeper Trent knew he was in deep, deep shit.
He was about to explode and he didn’t want that to happen until he was buried deep inside of her sweet pussy. So he did the only thing he could. Sitting up, he pulled her off his cock, flipped them over and pressed her down into the bed with his body as he kissed her hard and fast.
He could taste himself on her lips and, normally, that would have been a turn off for him. But this was Mallory. Nothing about her, or with her, could likely turn him off. Not when he wanted her as badly as he did.
She slipped her arms around his neck and held him to her tight.
Groaning, he slid his hands along her body, brushing his thumbs against her breasts. He loved how lush she was, curvy and perfectly built for him. Soft where he was hard and so responsive to his every touch. Just a brush to her skin had her shivering in need and pressing closer.
With a light touch, he spread her legs to settle between them, his cock rubbing over the slick heat waiting for him. Rocking his hips slowly, he rubbed his length over her clit. Each move elicited soft whimpers and low, needy moans from her throat.
“So beautiful,” he whispered against her lips as he lifted his head. Sucking in a deep breath, he brushed his fingers down her cheek.
She was flushed with color, her eyes holding a soft look as she stared up at him. “Trent?”
“What is it?” he asked.
“Need you, please,” she begged.
Pressing a hard kiss to her lips, he pushed up off her. “I’m not going far,” he said when she grabbed his arm.
Only to his jeans. Snatching them up, he dug in the pocket and pulled out the condoms he’d tucked in there while she’d been bathing. Pulling one off the strip, he tossed the other two onto her nightstand and tore into the one in hand. Rolling it up his cock, he crawled back onto the bed with her, pressing a kiss to her belly before settling back down over her.
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