Chapter 8 #3
“I don’t know how to start sex with you.” He leaned back in the chair that he was sitting in and stared at her. “I know about sex. I’ve had it before, but I don’t know how to make love. Or to be made love to. I think that I’d be a big disappointment to you if we were to make love right now.”
“Are you thinking of making love to me right now?” She looked down at the half cast that she had on her leg. “That wouldn’t be a problem. It might be something that we have to work around, but not a problem. As much as I love you, I think that we can figure out a way to make it work.”
“How?” He stared at her, then smiled. “You have a plan. I don’t know all your looks, but that one tells me that you’ve been working something out and that you have a plan on how to make it work.”
“I’ve done nothing but think about how to make love to you since you moved into this house.
By the way, your name is on the deed too.
I made sure of that now because if anything happened to me, I wanted you to have a safe place to live.
I’m not saying that it’ll be your aunt that gets me, but I could fall into traffic and get hurt just as easily.
” She told him not to talk like that. “I’m sorry, but I want to make sure that you’re going to be safe. No matter what.”
“I’ll be just fine if you are.” He grinned and picked her up again.
This time, instead of putting her on his lap, he sat her down on the desk that was nearby.
She was confused at first until he spread her legs wide and sat in the chair that she’d been in.
“You’re going to make love to me right now? Here on this desk?”
“Yes. If you wish.” He settled himself in the chair, and she could feel herself getting wet. Nothing would have prepared her for this, even if she’d been in love with him forever. “I want to taste you. To eat you until you can’t stand it anymore. Then I’ll eat you more.”
He didn’t say anything more as he pulled her shoe off.
It was just a slipper, but it was the safe kind that didn’t slip when she was wearing them.
As soon as he pulled the skirt off that she’d been wearing, she pulled her blouse down to make sure he couldn’t see how wet she was.
All she could think about was him seeing her soaking the desk and how much she wanted him.
When he reached up and pulled her panties off, she didn’t know what to do with her hands.
As he unbuttoned her blouse, she sat there watching him.
It wasn’t until he was at the last button that she realized this was really going to happen.
That he was going to eat her like she was a piece of juicy fruit.
Thinking that silly thought, she watched as he pulled his tie off with his shirt at the same time.
“Why do you wear a tie around the house?” She had to start twice before being able to speak, and he looked up at her.
His blond hair was a mess, like he’d been running his hands through it for some time.
His face was clean-shaven, and she thought him sexy looking.
He cleared his throat before he could answer her.
“I wear it to keep myself in check. Having a tie on makes me think I could go back to work at any time and not make love to you wherever you are.” She frowned at him, and he laughed.
“What I mean is, it’s just one more thing that I’d have to remove if we were to make love.
Having my tie on makes me feel like I’ve got to hold off on tearing your clothing off so that I can have you. It makes perfect sense in my head.”
“I hope so.” When he had his shirt off and his t-shirt, she put her hands on his shoulders. Being nearly naked on the desk did make her feel a little exposed, but right now, she wasn’t going to think of that. She wanted Bastain more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. “I’m ready.”
“I love you.” Before she could answer his declaration, he moved her to the edge of the desk and held her there.
As soon as he blew a soft breath over her pussy, she sighed.
This was going to be something else, and she was sort of afraid of it.
What would it make her feel once he started to make love to her this way?
What would happen if it didn’t work out the way that he wanted?
Too many thoughts were going through her head until Bastain spread her thighs open and licked her from gate to clit.
She came hard. As if her body had been primed for this its entire life.
Screaming out Bastain’s name, she held onto his hair like it was a lifeline.
Even that had her coming apart. When he slid his finger into her heat, she cried out again and begged for more.
Or was it less? Her mind wasn’t working at this moment because all she could do was feel.
As he began to eat her in earnest, she held onto him, riding his mouth hard enough to have him holding her back.
She wanted everything and didn’t care how she got it.
As he was pulling her forward again, Trin came several more times.
Nothing like the first time, but just about as close as she could get.
When Bastain lifted his head, she could see her juices on his face and chin.
His hair was a mess from her pulling on it, and he looked at her like a man deranged.
She wanted him to fuck her right now and didn’t care if she hurt her leg or not.
This would be so worth the pain that came from her being moved around.
“Take me.” He said not yet. “Please. I need to feel you inside of me. I need to know what it’s like to be fucked. Take me, Bastain. Please? I need you.”
When he stood up, she braced herself on the desk so that when he did take her, she’d have something to hold onto. As he took his pants down to his knees, she watched his cock as it bobbled around.
He was thick and beautiful. Thick cream came from the tip, and she wanted to drink from him as he had her.
As soon as he was at her entrance, she was pulled forward, he took her hand and wrapped it around his cock.
Moaning loudly, she felt his tongue invade her mouth as he had her pussy.
Taking from her more than she ever thought she had to give. Then she felt it.
He came on her. His hot cum splashed all over her belly and thighs.
Just as she was going to beg him again to take her, he slammed deep inside of her and fucked her hard.
She was his, her mind screamed at her, and there would never be another man like him in her life.
Trinity was in love with Bastain, and she wanted the world to know it.
As he fucked her, taking all that she had to give, she held onto his shoulders and back as if she might fly away.
His cock filled her over and over until she thought she might die from the pleasure of it all.
When he told her to come, grumbling against her mouth that it was her turn, she couldn’t have stopped herself from screaming out her love for him even if her life depended on it.
And it felt like that. That without her telling him how much she loved him, then it would all mean nothing to them.
When he came the next time, she wasn’t ready.
Her body was coming down from a major climax.
Getting in rhythm with him seemed impossible until he pumped her harder than before.
Just as she was coming again, her body too spent to do much more than to lay back, she was out before her head touched the desk.
Christ, her last thought was, being in love was very exhausting.