Chapter 21 – Trace #2
She grabbed my tie and pulled me down to her mouth.
Guess that's a no then.
That was the end of talking. Excellent idea. Talking was overrated. Fuck talking.
Tie, jacket, shirt, gone. Her hands were greedy, urgent, like she couldn't get to my skin fast enough.
I reached for the zipper at her back for the second time tonight and drew it down while she pushed my shirt off my shoulders.
The dress pooled at her feet on white marble and she stepped out of it in nothing but black lace underwear and gold hoops.
The warm amber light caught every curve, the sheen of her skin, and my brain short-circuited so hard I forgot to breathe.
I caught her hand before she could cover herself, brought her wrist to my mouth, and bit the inside of it. Gently. Just enough to feel her pulse jump against my teeth. "Get used to me staring."
I walked her backward to the bed, one hand on her jaw, the other gripping her hip, kissing her deep the whole way.
When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, I eased her down and pulled my shirt over my head.
Her eyes tracked every inch, then darted away like she'd been caught.
When I reached for my belt her gaze came back, and this time she didn't look away, but her cheeks were burning and she was biting her bottom lip hard.
"You can look." I undid the buckle slowly. "I want you to look."
When she did, my cock twitched.
Down boy. We don't want her scared.
Belt, pants, boxers, marble floor. Her eyes dropped and her lips parted on a shaky exhale.
"Oh." Her voice was barely there. "Wow."
"That's all for you." I came down over her and pressed my hips against her thigh so she could feel every inch, hard and hot. "Been like this since I woke up and you were gone. You did this to me."
I kissed down her body. Jaw and throat and the valley between her breasts, hands gripping her hips.
I hooked into her underwear and looked at her, checking.
She lifted her hips for me without a word, and the way she wouldn't quite meet my eyes while she did it, the blush spreading down her chest, the slight tremble in her thighs as I dragged the lace down her legs, told me everything.
She was nervous. And she wanted this. Wanted me.
I kissed the inside of her knee, then her thigh, working my way up slow enough to feel her muscles tense and release under my lips. "You are so beautiful it's making it hard to think."
She covered her face with both hands and laughed, breathless. "Stop."
"Not a chance, baby."
I settled between her thighs, hooking her legs over my shoulders.
"I've been thinking about this since I tasted you on my fingers and it wasn't enough.
" I pressed my mouth to her inner thigh, letting my breath ghost over her center without touching.
"I'm going to make you scream. That work for you? "
Her hand found my hair and tugged, which I took as a yes.
Yesterday I hadn't gotten to see. But now that I had her splayed in front of me, she had a strip of hair essentially highlighting my way to the promised land, and the rest of her was smooth.
Caramel skin giving way to pink I was desperate to taste. I wanted to gorge but I needed to take this slow. I wanted to savor this.
I licked my lip while using a thumb to stroke up her folds. A gentle swipe over her clit had her parting her thighs wider.
"That's it, baby. Let me see just how pretty you are."
Fuck, I was going to lose it.
No you won't. Not before you make this good for her.
I parted her with my thumbs, spreading her open. She was already wet, glistening, and the sight made my mouth water. I lowered my head and dragged my tongue through her in one long, slow stroke from bottom to top, ending with a gentle flick over her clit.
"Oh God," she gasped, her hips lifting off the bed.
I pressed my palms against her inner thighs, holding her open, and went back for more.
Circling her entrance with my tongue before dipping inside.
She tasted like heaven, sweet and tangy and something I'd be chasing for the rest of my life.
I fucked her with my tongue, pushing in deep, pulling back to lap at her.
Her hands found my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she held me against her. I slid one finger inside while my mouth moved up to her clit. She was tight. So tight and hot around my finger. I added a second, curling them forward as I sucked her clit between my lips.
"That's it, sweetheart," I murmured against her, and the vibration made her whimper. "You're taking my fingers so well. So fucking tight."
I pumped slowly, steadily, letting her adjust to the stretch while my tongue worked lazy circles around her. Her walls clenched and I groaned at the thought of how she'd feel around my cock. But not yet. I needed her boneless first. Needed her so relaxed and ready that taking me wouldn't hurt.
"Please," she panted, her hips rocking against my face. "I need..."
"I know what you need." I curled my fingers and found the spot that made her whole body jerk. "Going to give it to you. Going to make you come on my tongue, and then I'm going to do it again."
I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked hard while my fingers worked that spot inside her. Her thighs started trembling. Breathing turning ragged. She was close. I could feel it in the way her muscles fluttered around my fingers.
"Let go for me," I growled against her, increasing the pressure and the speed.
Her back arched off the bed, a broken cry tearing from her lips as she shattered. I felt every pulse, every clench around my fingers as her orgasm crashed through her. I gentled my touch but didn't stop, working her through it with soft licks and slow pumps until the last tremor faded.
I withdrew my fingers slowly, watching her face. Eyes closed, lips parted, chest heaving.
Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.
I kissed my way back up her body. Along her hip bone, across her stomach, trailing my lips along the underside of her breast before capturing a nipple between my teeth.
"Oh God," she gasped, arching into me as I sucked, then soothed with my tongue.
I gave the other the same treatment, taking my time, worshipping every inch of her. By the time I reached her neck she was squirming beneath me again, her hands roaming my back, nails digging into my shoulders.
I reached for the nightstand drawer, fumbling blindly until my fingers found the box of condoms I'd asked for. Thank fuck for thinking ahead. I grabbed one and tore it open with my teeth, sitting back on my heels to roll it on.
Her eyes went wide when she saw me fully hard, her gaze tracking down my length. The way her throat bobbed when she swallowed made my cock twitch again.
"Trace," she whispered, and there was something close to panic in her voice. "You're... that's not going to fit."
"Hey." I leaned down and cupped her face, thumb stroking her cheekbone. "We'll go slow. So fucking slow. And if you want to stop, we stop. No questions asked."
She bit her lip, eyes darting between my face and my cock. "Okay. I want to try, but easy. Please."
Something fierce surged through my chest. Mine. She was going to be mine in every way that mattered.
"I'll take care of you," I promised, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. She kissed me back, tentative at first, then deeper as I coaxed her mouth open with my tongue.
I positioned myself between her thighs, using one hand to guide myself to her entrance. Just the head, pressing gently. She tensed immediately, her whole body going rigid beneath me.
"Breathe, baby," I murmured against her lips. "Just breathe for me."
She tried to relax, but as I pushed forward even a fraction, she clenched tight. I pulled back, tried again, managing just the tip before she winced.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, tears gathering in her eyes. "I'm trying, I just..."
"Shh. No apologies." I kissed her tears away, my body shaking with the effort of staying still. "You're doing so good. You're just tight and I need you to relax. Let me in, baby. I'll make you feel so good. I promise."
She looked up at me with those wide, trusting eyes, and something in my chest cracked open. "I've never done this before," she admitted in a small voice that nearly broke me.
The words hit me like a physical blow.
A virgin.
She was a fucking virgin. We needed to slow all the way down. And I needed to get my shit under control.
"Trevor?" I asked.
She shook her head quickly. "No. Never. We never..."
Relief and something fiercer, more primal, surged through me. No one had touched her like this. No one but me.
"Fuck, baby." I dropped my forehead to hers. My arms were shaking. "We should stop. You..."
"No." Her hands flew to my face, holding me there. "Please don't stop. I want this. I want you. Please, Trace."
How could I say no to that? When she was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered?
"I'll be so gentle," I promised, pressing the softest kiss to her lips. "So fucking gentle. But you have to relax for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?"
She nodded, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I kissed her again, deeper this time, my tongue sliding against hers as I pressed forward incrementally.
Just the head, stretching her open. She whimpered into my mouth and I swallowed the sound, my free hand finding hers and lacing our fingers together.
"That's it," I breathed against her lips. "You're doing so good. Taking me so well."
I was barely inside her, maybe an inch, and already losing my mind. She was impossibly tight, squeezing me so hard my vision blurred. My whole body shook with the effort of going slow, of not just pushing forward and taking what my body screamed was mine.
"More," she whispered, and that single word nearly undid me.