Sol (Love in Translation Book 1)

by Leslie McAdam

  I reached down to my hem and with a pull, took my dress off over my head. All I wore was a teeny tiny blue thong. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I slipped my panties down my legs.

  He gazed at my naked body. The diminutive tattoos of butterflies and flowers on my arms. The daisies on my sides. The markings I’d gotten from my travels.

  “Dani,” he sighed. “You’re a goddess, sweetheart.”

  “I want you, Trent,” I whispered.

  A bit of his hair flopped into his eye as he sat up to look at me, his underwear bulging, then moved to hover over me. His shoulders, so defined, twitched.

  He shifted down between my legs and kissed his way up my torso.

  I stirred in delight under him. Finally, I got to feel his skin against mine. That golden skin of his was as soft to touch as I’d imagined. The smooth warmth, the solid, yet lean body. I got to watch the show of his muscles dancing over me. His abs going in and out. The way his jaw ticked as he kissed me.

  “You okay with this?” he asked, his fingers lingering by my neck.

  “Oh, yes,” I gasped.

  And his hands went down my body.

  He licked my nipple, making it hard and taut. Then the other one, and back and forth. I loved it.

  His hand went between my legs, gently rubbing back and forth, back and forth, the delicious friction making me wet. His erection pressed against my leg. What had he been hiding in his pants? It seemed huge.

  “Get this off,” I said, the back of my legs pressing against his boxer briefs, so low they showed off the dip in his hip.

  “I have to wait,” he said, “Or you won’t be treated right.”

  “No, Trent. This is my time to take care of you.”

  As I tried to push them down, he nestled on top of me with his soft boxer briefs, holding me so tightly and kissing me, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I wanted him to kiss me forever. I wanted to give him comfort and for him to take what he needed. “This time is for you, sweetie.”

  He shook his head. “No. This time is for us.”

  Leaning over the bed, he grabbed his pants and fished out his wallet. “Kinda funny. I’ve been carrying around a condom so long, just so I’d be prepared. But I gave up hope, so it’s expired. It was just like a talisman.”

  “I’m on the pill. We’ve got a backup.”

  Then he leaned down and licked his way up my thigh and made it to where I was so wet for him. Teasing me with his tongue, inserting one long finger inside, and sucking on my clit.

  “How do you know how to do this?” I gasped.

  “Long time in the army,” he said his deep voice vibrating on my skin. “Lots of books to read. Magazines. YouTube.”

  “Holy shit.”

  So excited, I couldn’t stand it. I know I was wet, flushed, loving the attention. His tongue nudged, edged my tender core, making it feel so good.

  And I forgot everything. All our past. All our arguments. All the stuff I’d been carrying with me. All I knew was that Trent made me feel fully in the now. There was nothing else.

  He continued lavishing attention on me, devoting his tongue, his whole self. I writhed on the sheet, held down by his ministrations. His fingers found a place inside me that if I were standing would have brought me to my knees. As it was, it made me know nothing else. I focused. If I allowed noises to come out of my mouth, he was right—I’d start wailing because it felt so amazing.

  With his tongue, he gave. With his breath on my pussy, he dedicated himself to me. He licked and sucked, like no one had ever done before.

  Because it was worship.

  While he was fearless, bold, he touched me with reverence, in tune with everything I was giving out. If I whimpered in bliss, he stayed there and did it again. And again. And again until I almost cried out in joy and rapture, transported to a place where I felt secure and venerated.

  And whole.

  I could feel it coming. My orgasm. “You’re gonna make me come,” I said. “It feels amazing. I am…I am…I love this.”

  My body began to shake, focusing on nothing except the massive pleasure he gave. The attention. I began to clench and release, clench and release, building upon building for the—

  Release.

  The sweet elation of coming, when my mind was wiped of thought and my body was taken over.

  I trembled as he kept going, making sure that I had wrenched out every bit of pleasure.

  Wow.

  “No one has ever done that like that,” I whispered.

  “That’s because no one knows you like I do. I’ll do that every chance I can get.”

  Ohmigod.

  Boneless from my orgasm, and my mind hazy, I still knew he needed to feel me. To connect with me in the deepest way possible.

  “It’s time.”

  His eyes blazed with need. I helped him shove down his underwear and reached over, feeling his magnificent cock. As I stroked him up and down while he knelt on the bed, he ripped open the condom, then gazed down at me, a yearning in his eyes that I wanted to satisfy. I kissed him, tasting my own tang but something more. His glorious self.

  Working the condom on, he paused.

  “You’re okay with this?”

  “More than.”

  I kissed him again while we knelt together, holding onto each other. Our tongues battled while his cock pushed into my belly.

  Then we separated. I lay back and spread my legs. I offered myself to him.

  “I. Am. Yours,” I whispered urgently. “Yours.”

  He grimaced as if in agony, but I knew it was pleasure, and positioned his cock at my entrance, his other arm to my side.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” His head shook as if he was dreaming.

  “I can’t wait.”

  He pressed in a little bit, prodding me open. Oh fuck, yes. This would be good.

  A strained whimper came out of him.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  He nodded, unable to speak.

  “Keep going, then.”

  Pressing more, he entered me a few more inches. Stretching me wide.

  Ohmigod, awesome. So awesome.

  “More. More, more, more.”

  “You sure?”

  I bobbed my head vigorously. He thrust all the way in, his hard cock filling me up so much that I gasped and arched my back.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes worried.

  “Trent. Yes. Oh, fuck yes, I’m okay. You’re just bigger than I expected.”

  He held my hand with one of his, glanced down to where we were joined, then up at my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Oh, this sweet man. “It’s not hurt. Trust me. It’s euphoria.” And I held his other hand. “It’s okay to move. It feels so good.”

  He pulled out, then thrust back in. Out. And in again. As I was so slick, so ready, so wet, he glided in and out. His eyes went from where we were joined to my eyes, then back down and up again.

  I lifted my hips to meet him, and he lowered his upper body to mine. Skin to skin, lips to lips, eyes to eyes, Trent Milner made love to me in Spain. I felt every single part of it. Every single thrust. Uptick. Move. My chest touching his. My nipples grazing his. My feet wrapped around his. I wanted to cry from happiness.

  That lock of hair fell into his eyes, and he kept going.

  “I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he murmured, “but it’s better than my dream. You’re here. You’re so beautiful. This feels so—”

  I lolled back. “Yeah. Keep going. Enjoy this moment. We’re connected, you and me.”

  His lips met my shoulder, and he kissed his way up my neck. Then he licked his way to my nipples, circling one and the other, all the while going in and out. In and out. Filling me, making me whole, then empty. Then joyously filling me again.

  I could tell that he was holding back. That he wanted to go faster, but his discipline kept him in check. That he was trying to prolong the moment.

  But this was his time.
r />   “I want to see you lose control,” I said, my eyes locked on him.

  He moaned. “I can’t. I don’t want to hurt—”

  “You won’t. Do it. Get it all out.”

  With a tight nod, he started thrusting faster. Then faster and faster, pistoning into me, banging me with this delicious hardness so much that my eyes rolled into my head.

  I grabbed his ass, encouraging him to push into me, to keep going. “I need this. You need this.”

  And my soldier let go of his restraints. Frenzied, he pounded into me, so impossibly hard, so impossibly strong, and still tender at the same time. Like he was so aware of me, he could never hurt me, but he was letting himself get what he needed.

  Thank God.

  When he came, he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and paused for one second. A vein bulged in his forehead. Then he plunged into me one last time, pumping his release into me, coming like all of the tension exploded into nothingness. Into the Universe. Dissolving.

  He delved into my neck with a delicious moan. “Dani.”

  14

  Trent -- Big spoon

  “How do you feel?” asked the tiny Aphrodite in my arms. I’d disposed of the condom and returned to her bed, pulling the sheet over both of us, even though we didn’t need it on this summer night.

  How did I feel?

  I’d lost my virginity to the girl of my dreams.

  “I feel fucking fantastic.”

  I pulled her over me so she straddled my waist, naked, a bird with hollow bones, so delicate and light. Her shiny white-golden hair crowned her head, the queen of the fairy princesses.

  She folded around me like a human envelope, with her arms around my neck. A Dani-wrapped package. I buried my face in her spun-sugar cloud of hair. As always, she smelled like spices—whatever it was they put in chai tea.

  Snuggling in close to me, she sucked on my neck, making my dick twitch. If she kept that up, I’d be ready to go again pronto. “I bet you feel like you’ve been washed clean.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Like there was a trash heap of junk in your brain, and a torrent of clean, clear water swept it all away. Now there is only clean beach. What’s supposed to be there.”

  Running my fingers down her back, and then palming her yoga-toned ass with both hands, enjoying her chest pressed to mine, I said, “I’ve never felt happier.”

  “Yay,” she whispered. “How’s your body? Want some water?”

  “No. Do you want any?”

  “Maybe in a little bit.”

  I pulled her to me and kissed her, slow, deep, sleepy. “All I want is you.”

  Out in the night, a group walking by drunkenly sang in Spanish at the top of their lungs, their voices drifting through the open windows. A cheerful noise.

  “That’s the best part about Spain,” she said. “People really enjoy life here.”

  “Seems like it.”

  I flipped us over, cradled the back of her neck with one hand, and propped myself up on my other elbow. Parting her legs so I could settle in, she messed with my hair, pulling the back of it, running her fingernails through it gently. Giving me a head massage.

  This girl. What did I do to deserve her? One thing was bugging me, though.

  “You have to know. This wasn’t what I planned on for our first time. For my first time. In my head, I had it all orderly. I’d take you to dinner and buy you flowers. Make it super romantic. Freaking out on your couch wasn’t part of the scenario. I mean, I’m not complaining. But it’s taking me a moment to process what we just did.”

  She giggled. “Well, you did buy me flowers.”

  “True.” I pressed my lips to hers. “Are white daisies still your favorites?”

  “Yeah.” She pointed to a daisy chain inked down her side. “You know me.” I hugged her as she continued. “Sometimes we can’t plan. Sometimes we just have to go with the flow.”

  There’s my Dani.

  “But,” she said thoughtfully. “There isn’t anything wrong with planning for something awesome. Let’s go away one weekend. You and me. There’s this yoga retreat I had my eye on. Maybe it would be a good way for you to try it.”

  “Absolutely, yes.”

  She traced my “army of one” tattoo on the inside of my bicep. “Tell me about your tats.”

  “That one is my military tattoo, obviously.” I pointed to the other arm, which had a nature tapestry as a half-sleeve. “These roses are for my grandma. These trees are for my family. This stream is for Degan. And this daisy and butterfly is for you.”

  Her body froze. “You got me tattooed on you?”

  “A very long time ago. No one had to know it was for you, but I wanted—”

  Blue eyes grew wide and misty. “Shh. Stop talking.”

  I smiled and traced her nose with my fingertip. “Yes, professor.”

  “You so are not a fuck boy, Trent Milner.”

  I squeezed her. “’Preciate that.”

  “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  With that, my heart soared up. This—me and her—meant something. That was what I needed: to mean something.

  She sprawled on me like she was an afghan, listening to the night noises. After a moment, she stirred, got up, and lit a new stick of incense. “Let me be the big spoon.”

  “Okay.”

  With a peaceful sigh, she crawled behind me and snuggled up. At a languid, exploratory pace, her hands grazed over my chest. Circling my nipples, she made them hard. Her lips pressed against the back of my neck, and the shaved hairs of my head stood on end.

  Slowly, little by little, her hands found their way down my front to my cock. The an-ti-ci-pa-tion set off all my nerve endings, quickening my breath and making me hypersensitive to her touch.

  After what seemed like decades, she reached my balls and fondled them, caressing them with her delicate hands, massaging them carefully. Contentment spread throughout my body. My happy dick reacted quickly to the attention by lengthening.

  Then my girl started stroking my dick with more determination, reaching around from behind. Sucking my shoulder, jacking my cock, she said, “I cannot believe you had all this goodness hidden in your pants the whole time.”

  I shrugged sheepishly. “I can’t help that.”

  “I plan on enjoying it every chance I get.”

  “Please do.”

  She wiggled behind me, her soft skin grazing against mine. And I could tell she was getting aroused by the way she moved, the way she rubbed against me. The way she smelled unmistakably like musk. Sex.

  With her arm propped over my waist, she palmed my now-hard dick.

  “Are you sore?” I wasn’t, but I wanted to check.

  Her face nudged deeper in my neck and she kissed it. “No.”

  I groaned. “Keep this up, and I’ll go again.”

  More open-mouthed kisses on my neck while she kept stroking. “Good.”

  I reached behind me and pulled her over my side while I twisted onto my back so she straddled me, my hard cock under her, her tattooed torso above.

  Best. View. Ever.

  Of the most amazing woman ever. Seriously, I needed to pinch myself that this was happening. That we were naked, in her bed. The only one I ever wanted was the only one I got.

  But she didn’t leave me alone. She lifted herself up and skimmed her pussy along my cock, unhurried, back and forth, back and forth, her eyes closed with catlike satisfaction, losing herself in the feeling.

  I grasped her waist gently, to hold her still. “Let me get the condom.” I shook my head, sheepishly. “Another expired condom. Better than nothing.”

  Leaning down, cupping my face in her hands, she spoke softly. “Trent. We don’t need it. I haven’t been with anyone since I last got tested, and I was clean.”

  “You know I’m clean,” I muttered.

  “If you trust me, I trust you.”

  I gulped. What would that feel like? “I trust you.”


  “Then I’m yours.”

  My pulse raced, so excited that we got to do this again. This tiny sprite in my bed was mine to satisfy. It would be my mission to satisfy her as much as she wanted, whenever she wanted.

  With an arm hooked around her back, I carefully laid her on her back and traced my finger up one thigh and down the other. Then back again. And my fingers got coated in her arousal.

  I bent down and licked her pussy, and she squirmed under me.

  Her sweet, hot self made me lose my mind. As I rubbed her with my tongue, her clit got tighter, harder. I rubbed below it with my finger, gently, then more insistently, then I slipped one inside her.

  Massaging her on the inside while I caressed her on the outside, paying attention to every whimper, every movement. If she seemed to like it, I stayed and did it again. And again. And again, again, until I felt her tighten on my face and my hand and wail out, then shatter on the bed.

  Then I licked my way up her torso. In her belly button. Along her rib cage. To her nipples. First one, then the other.

  “I love that. You can make me come like that.” She said it as if she were telling me a secret.

  “I can?”

  She smiled and nodded.

  I widened my tongue and lapped one nipple while my hand circled the others.

  Then I slipped my hand down between my legs. I kept licking and sucking on her nipples while I nuzzled her pussy with my finger, eager to make her explode again.

  Twitching one way, then another, her head started whipping back and forth on the bed, and as I kept going, her little body shook yet again.

  “So good,” she gasped, and smiled. “But I need you inside.”

  What would it feel like to be inside her with nothing separating us? Not even a flimsy piece of latex.

  She looked so beautiful in her bed. Toned arms spread wide. Lips parted. Eyes unfocused. That hair spread everywhere. And her smile.

  My heart couldn’t handle it.

  I positioned my cock at her entrance and held my breath.

  This was it.

  I’m claiming her.

  As I pressed in, her heat clamped around me. My legs weighed nothing at all. My arms, light. The only thing that existed was the tingling bond between us.