47. Willa
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
WILLA
T revor sets me in the bedroom and flips on the lamp. I reach behind me to take off my dress, but he stills my hand. “Don’t you dare touch that zipper, Gem. I’ve been dying to unwrap you all night.”
Anticipation rushes through me . It’s never been like this with anyone else .
Words alone have never made me crave someone’s touch, but his hands on my body are all I can think about.
A whimper slips from my lips when I turn around to find him stripping for me.
My eyes course down his thick biceps and rigid sepia abs, taking in the first man to ever hold my heart.
Running a palm down his chest, I stifle my smile at the irrational urge to follow it with my tongue.
“What?” His voice has dropped an octave, taking my coyness with it.
“I want to lick you,” I say, shaking my head. “Kiss you. Taste you.”
“Me first.” Spinning me away from him, he kisses my neck as he unzips my dress, sending it falling to the floor.
I slump against him as pleasure zings through my body.
His lips move to my shoulder while he fiddles with my bra, fingers trailing to each breast once I spill free.
Trevor’s arms circle my bump as he walks me to the bed, peppering my neck with kisses the entire way.
“Sit. I need a taste of that pussy. It’s all I can think about.
” His voice is a whisper, but it reverberates through my crumbling resolve.
I sink to the bed, eyes fixed on him as he slowly kneels before me.
A hunger blazes in his stare, as if I’m his last request before demise.
He lifts my leg, lavishing it with soft kisses up to my thigh.
The drag of his stubble leaves a trail of yearning in its wake as he hooks my knee over his shoulder, repeating with the other side.
He grips my thighs, and with one voracious tug, he’s on me, tongue spearing my pussy like they’re having a debate over who’s more needy.
“ Fucking hell,” I whine, dropping my head to the bed.
The way he’s sucking on my clit twists my insides as if I didn’t just come apart in his arms. “I’ve missed your mouth,” I say on a breath.
“Missed you.” Reaching for his head, I anchor him firmly against me.
I take and he gives—pulsing, sucking, nibbling—until I’m screaming his name through the erratic waves ravaging me.
“ Please , Tre, don’t stop.” The firm pressure of his tongue as he keeps his pace sends me spiraling through an ocean of searing magma, drowning me until I’m a floppy, satisfied mess.
One look at him, face glistening from feasting on my pussy, and I need him inside me again.
I drop my legs from his shoulders and pull him into a kiss so deep, we’re wandering aimlessly in a passionate void, our beating hearts the only sound.
“I’m not done showing you,” he whispers, sweeping his knuckles across my cheek before climbing on the bed next to me.
Leaning against the headboard, he pulls me onto his lap, facing him.
“I want full access to this,” he says with a rakish bite to his lip, thumb rubbing my nipple.
His head dips to suck it into his mouth, and my moan echoes across the room.
“And this.” He blesses the other, sending a new pool of heat between my thighs.
I’m so turned on by his dick twitching between us, I don’t notice he’s watching me.
“Touch me, sweetheart. All you want.” Yes sir .
I wrap my fingers around his shaft, teasing him with a slow glide until the muttered words fuck and God slip from his lips.
He’s melting in my hands like it’s the first time we’ve ever been together, his hips swaying in time with my touch.
I’m aching to watch him fall apart, but not like this.
Gripping his shoulders, I adjust to give him entrance. Our eyes lock as he slides into me, an intimacy I didn’t know I craved until now, when blinking feels too long of a separation. My head falls back when our hips fully seat, my desperate whimpers surging with the rocking of his hips.
“Look at me, beautiful.” The rumble from his chest makes me comply with his gentle demand, pinned in place by the devotion in his stare.
It feels curated, just for me. He rocks at a glacial pace, the unhurried friction winding me so tight, my hips sway with his to relish the sensation.
And it hits me that I have no desire to control what’s happening right now.
I’m okay with letting go . With a strong hand on my back, he presses me toward him and gives me a slow, sweeping kiss. “You’re mine, Willa,” he whispers.
I nod, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.
“Say it.”
The sensual way we’re keeping time, this intimate dance between us, it’s like seeing a world of color after a lifetime in the darkness. “I’m yours.”
“And I protect what’s mine.” He pulls another moan from me when he takes my nipple between his teeth.
“Unravel with me, Gem.” He pinches my other nipple, and I cry out, digging my fingers into his shoulders, ready to do anything he says.
The tension twists in my core, and he slips a hand between us, circling my clit with his thumb. “Let yourself fall apart.”
I ease out a breathless moan, giving in to his words. “I love you.”
“Always will.” His lips crush mine, and he grips my ass, bucking into me. I’m plummeting, toppling over the edge while my climax rifles through my entire body. He holds me close, whispering my name as he tumbles after me. Synchronized hearts beat while we drift back to reality together.
The energy shift in our lovemaking was absolutely earth shattering, and every word he said remains imprinted on my heart. “That was…” My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.
“Soul melding,” he whispers, caressing the back of my arm. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, I steal a kiss. It seems like such a silly thing for him to ask after experiencing the divine together. How we just shared the deepest parts of ourselves and he believes I didn’t love every single second is unfathomable. I’m his .