Chapter 20
M onica had scared the shit out of me last night. I was laying in my bed, holding her, the sun barely rising outside the window.
I stared at the pink and purplish light of dawn playing through her dark brunette strands. Maybe I should’ve held back. Neither of us were the same people we’d been when we were young. She’d been with another man for a long time.
Maybe she thought I expected her to just bounce back to how we’d always connected. I should’ve taken her to bed and done things properly. I was seriously despising myself in the light of day.
“Trevor. I can feel you thinking.” Monica’s voice, raspy with sleep, startled me. She turned, wiggling around until her brown eyes met mine sleepily.
“You can’t keep things from me either, you know. This is a two way street.”
Touching her cheek softly, I began, “I’m just sorry about last night. I wanted you so badly that I wasn’t thinking. I should’ve taken my time, brought you to bed—”
“Shut up.” She said, covering my mouth. “I was literally begging you for it. It was amazing. It wasn’t you, Trev. It was the emotions of the situation as a whole.”
“Are you sure? I thought I’d hurt you, Mon. Even if it was just emotionally—”
“I said shut up. I already ruined the experience with my meltdown last night.” She sighed.
“You shut up. You didn’t ruin anything.” I leaned forward kissing her softly. “I love you. I’m here no matter what you’re feeling. You’re perfect.” I spoke close to her mouth, letting my lips brush hers as I did so.
Her hand wrapped around my shoulder and pulled me closer, pressing her lips harder against mine. She slid her tongue along the seam of my lips until I parted mine. I stroked against her gently sucking, before pulling away.
“Better watch it, woman. You’re gonna start something.” I smirked.
“That was the plan, smart ass.” She sassed back at me.
“Oh ya?” I raised up on my elbow, pushing her onto her back, pulling the blankets off of us. Her body came into view. Soft and inviting. And she let me look, less shy than the night before. She teasingly stretched her arms over her head, arching her back, and pushing her breasts out, nipples hardening.
“I want you, Trev. That was never our problem.”
I placed my large hand on her chest, between her breasts. Her breathing picked up, just at the simplest touch. It almost took my breath away that she was in front of me again like this.
Mine.
I moved my hand down her chest to her stomach. Watching my tanned skin against her paler softness. My tattoos were startling against her. My own breathing picked up as she whimpered softly.
“Spread your legs, baby” I ordered, voice gravelly.
She wiggled impatiently and parted them, raising and bending her knees to let them fall open wide. Baring herself to me. I raised up onto my knees, moving between her legs, and growled at the sight before me.
“Fuck. Are you always this wet for me?” I rasped, pushing her knees apart wider with my hands.
“Always,” she whispered, breathless.
I trailed the pointer finger of my right hand down the seam of her pussy as she moaned again.
“Trevor,” she pleaded.
“What do you want, Monica?” I asked, pushing my finger inside her to the knuckle and twisting my hand. She arched under me, gasping.
“More…You…Everything.” She pleaded, her eyes falling shut.
“Open those eyes. Put them on me and keep them there, or I stop.”
Her eyes flew open meeting mine as I pulled my finger out and brought it up to my lips, sucking her off of me, moaning.
“You taste amazing.”
Her hands gripped the sheets on either side of her.
“Trevor. Fuck.”
“I love when you’re frustrated and desperate for me.” I smirked at her, “remember to keep those eyes on me.”
I brought myself down to my stomach between her splayed legs, and covered her with my mouth. Sucking the wetness off of her, lapping at her with my tongue.
She cried out, as I looked up into her eyes, she was struggling to keep them open and on mine.
“Having trouble keeping those pretty browns on me, beautiful?” I asked before I drove my tongue as far inside of her as I could fucking get with it.
“Ass.” She muttered, gasping.
I slowly moved my lips up, sealing them around her clit, sucking hard, maintaining eye contact.
I watched her eyes roll back in her head as her legs wrapped around my head. I was in heaven. I could die happy right here between this woman’s thighs. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them against her front wall, finding her g-spot, rubbing it firmly.
I relished in the fact that she started shaking, gripping me tighter, as she yelled my name, staring into my eyes desperately. She was already close, and I knew it.
I loved it.
I loved that I could control her body like this.
I sucked harder pressing my face tighter against her, as her hips started bucking against my mouth, as she whimpered and cried out.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Trevor! I’m going to—”
I growled against her clit, pressing my fingers into her inner wall harder against that spot, and she shattered around me.
She looked fucking gorgeous, and I kept lapping at her eagerly, rocking my hand with my fingers inside her as she came apart, while her hips writhed and she rode her orgasm to the end. She was taking sobbing breaths as her body slowly stilled, legs falling from where they were wrapped around my neck.
“Oh my, God,” she gasped, as I moved up her body and over her, kissing her lips and stealing the breath she was trying to catch. I reached down gripping the base of my shaft, and slid inside her halfway, pulling back, and smirking down at her.
“You’re trying to kill me,” she groaned as I drove the rest of the way inside her, our pelvises meeting and grinding my hips in a circle.
“Oh my God, that piercing,” she moaned, arching up into me.
“Nice addition, huh?” I asked, bracing my hands on either side of her head and drawing back to plunge in again all the way.
“Trevor!” She cried out, wrapping her legs around me along with her arms.
“That’s it, baby,” I rasped, “Hold on, tight.”