Page 60 of Trick

Trailing kisses down the side of her throat, I push the neckline of her dress aside so I can press more to her shoulder. “I put Sophia down an hour ago,” Heidi says as she tilts her head to the side to give me better access. “She shouldn’t wake.”

Meaning we have uninterrupted time together. With a toddler, that’s something that is in short supply more often than not.

I pull back from kissing her, needing to see her face, see her expression. Heidi looks like a fucking siren as she peers up at me through dark lashes, her eyes soft and her face relaxed in a way I haven’t seen since I’ve been home.

This woman gave up everything for me. She gave up the life she had to live in my house and take care of my child. She made it so that when I came back, I had a life to return to. An overwhelming feeling of love surges through me.

The need to taste her, to feel her against me, has me moving before I can consider the consequences.

I shove her back, scattering Sophia’s toys as my fingers tangle in her hair. I devour her mouth. She tastes sweet, and her body moulds against mine as I press her against the wall behind her.

Every inch of my body feels alive as my hand slips under her dress and into her underwear. She is wet, deliciously so, and I skim my fingers through her heat before pushing into her wet channel.

My mouth still locked to hers, she moans as I enter her, my thumb circling her clit. Mixed emotions slam through me—guilt and shame fight against need and desire, want and love.

And I do love Heidi.

I didn’t think it would be possible to ever fall in love again, but in this moment, I know I’ve been falling for her since the moment I moved back into the house. The way she takes care of me and my child, her presence in the house, the way I feel at ease the moment I put the key into the front door…

I tried to think of the moment when she became more to me than just Heidi, but I can’t. There are so many moments, so many little things that have built up over the past months to create this warmth in my chest that I never thought I would feel again.

And so, when I kiss her, I pour everything into it. Every inch of my body wants to claim her, to take care of her. I want desperately to be inside her, to show her with my body the things I can’t say with my words.

I can feel she’s getting close, grinding on my fingers and making needy little noises that go straight to my cock.

She comes around my fingers, gripping my shoulders in a bruising grasp as she tries to stifle her scream of pleasure.

She reaches for my belt, and I let her shove my jeans down my thighs before taking my cock in her hand. Her eyes stay locked on mine, but there’s a hint of uncertainty.

I grip her wrist in a gentle hold. “You don’t have to do this.”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “I want to.”

She moves her hand up and down my shaft, and I loosen my grip on her wrist as I see stars. It has been so long since I was touched by anyone that I’m scared I’m going to blow too fast. The hand not gripping her presses against the side of her head, trying to brace myself against the wall so I don’t collapse onto her.

My balls feel tight, my legs jelly as she works me into a frenzy. I squeeze my eyes shut, gritting my teeth as I try to make myself last, but the movements she is making are just the right amount of pressure to send me over the edge quickly.

My hips flex as my release hits and ropes of thick cum erupt over her hand. It takes all my strength to keep my legs from buckling under me as fireworks explode behind my eyes.

She presses her mouth to mine, letting me taste her again, and I lift her into my arms. Instinctively, her legs wrap around my back.

I walk over to the couch and lower Heidi onto it. My jeans are hung low enough that my cock is still exposed, but I don’t care. I go to my knees in front of her and spread her legs.

Her pretty pink pussy glistens with wetness, proof of her arousal and of the orgasm I just gave her. I need to taste her. Placing my fingers on either side of her inner thighs, I part her legs farther and dive between them.

The first swipe of my tongue through her slit coats it in her juices. Her back arches slightly as I skim over her sensitive clit. I eat her like I’m a starving man and she is my last meal. Every inch of my body craves more, needs more. I’m alive for the first time in months, and I don’t want to lose this feeling.

Her fingers grip the cushions of the couch as I drive her closer to the edge. She is so responsive to me, and the little sounds she’s making go straight to my cock.

My tongue darts in and out of her slick channel, moving between that and her clit as I drive her to fever pitch. Over and over, I drive her to the edge, wanting to hear every whimper and moan she has for me.

Heidi is the glue capable of sticking all the broken parts of me back together. She is everything to me.

The protective need I have to take care of her, to keep her safe, is only outshined by my desire to make her fucking happy. She deserves this and so much more. Knowing the things she has lost and suffered through drives me to ensure nothing bad ever touches her again.

“Trick…” She gasps my name, and I like hearing it on her tongue.

This time, I let her climax. I’m elated as she smothers her face beneath one of the throw pillows, crying out her release. Fuck, that is the most perfect sound.

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