Page 80 of Common Grounds

“Oh, Trevor,” she breathes. The thin strap of her tank top falls off her shoulder, and I practically growl as I lightly bite the skin there. I am feral for this woman. I breathe her in. Cucumber and sugar and cream.

“You’re so sweet, sreco. You taste like you were made for me.”

“I…” she trails off as if she can’t form the words. Her hand closes around mine on the dispenser. “Can I?”

I chuckle darkly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

She turns to face me, taking the dispenser and setting it on the counter behind her. She pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the ground. Her fingertips lightly graze the valley between my pecs, and it’s my turn to shiver as they descend slowly to the button of my jeans. She deftly undoes it, and they quickly join my shirt on the floor.

To my surprise, she also tosses her clothes to the side to reveal a purple strapless bra and matching panties.

“I like that shirt. I don’t want to get it messy.” She shrugs a shoulder.

I laugh, a breathy sound full of desire. “Do you always wear lingerie that matches your clothes?” I ask, remembering the red set she wore under her red blouse the other night.

Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip before she drags it through her teeth. “Sometimes,” she admits. And I don’t know why it escaped me until just now, but I realize she must have chosen her clothes and underthings today specifically for me. Because she knew I’d see them. The knowledge sends a wave of desire through me and straight to my dick, which is now pressing almost painfully against my boxer briefs.

Emery notices it, and she laughs lightly before meeting my eyes again. “You like that?”

“Very much.” No point in denying it. My desire is written plainly on my body for her to see.

She takes the dispenser from the counter and holds it between us. She squeezes a dollop of cream onto my shoulder, then licks it off. She hums approvingly as she pulls away. Some of the cream remains on her upper lip and she licks it off. I groan and brace myself against the counter behind her, boxing her in.

Her eyes flash. She uses the dispenser to squeeze small swirls of whipped cream from my collarbone down to my navel. She places the dispenser on the counter behind her, then uses a finger to take some from the spot at my collarbone. Her eyes meet mine as she slowly licks the whipped cream off her finger.

“Emery,” I breathe.

“Mmm.” She licks her finger again, then presses her hot tongue to my chest to taste the rest there. “The nickname is nice, but hearing you say my name is hot, too.” She continues licking and tasting down to the top of my abdomen.

“Emery,” I say again, just to hear her moan as she continues her slow descent down my torso. I thread my fingers through her silky hair and tug. She tilts her face up to me, a sexy smile playing at her mouth. She watches my expression as she leans in and licks the last spot of whipped cream below my belly button clean, swirling her tongue there again for good measure.

“You’re beautiful like this,” I breathe.

Her eyelids flutter as she leans her head into the pressure of my palm. When she opens her eyes again, there’s a hunger in them that wasn’t there before. She loops her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and tugs them down. I spring free, and she wastes no time taking me into her mouth.

I loosely hold her hair back as she bobs her head, sucking and licking and tasting the length of me. I watch as she works, her eyes closed and an expression of bliss painting her pretty face.

It’s too good. I’m going to come apart, and I don’t want to. Not yet. I gently grip her hair and pull out of her mouth. She starts to make a little noise of protest, but it turns to a yelp of surprise as I scoop her up and set her ass on the counter.

“Trevor, we can’t,” she laughs.

“Why not?” I pull off her panties and fall to my knees in front of her. She’s lined up perfectly with my face, and I lean forward for a little taste. “Like you, I prefer an appetizer before the main course.”

She lets out a gravelly laugh even as her head falls back to the cabinet above her. Her hands find my hair as I lick her center again. She’s already dripping wet for me, but I tease and taste her anyway. She’s so sweet all on her own.

“I need you, Trevor,” she says. “Please.”

“Hmm. I do kind of like it when you beg.” I stand and open a drawer next to her to pull out a condom. She giggles, and my gaze snaps to hers.

“Did you plan to do this here?” Her laugh is a tinkling sound that wraps itself around my heart and squeezes.

“No,” I reply honestly as I work the condom over myself. “That’s where I keep the ones that don’t fit in the nightstand.”

“Hmm,” she hums skeptically, but I don’t give her a chance to think more about it. I cup under her knees and spread her legs wider for me. I line myself up with her entrance, and in one thrust, I’m inside her.

She wraps her legs around me, drawing me closer. Deeper. It takes us a second to get our rhythm, but once we do, it’s magic. She’s wrapped so tightly around me, and I’m watching her face in real time as she falls apart in my arms.

Her gaze drops to where we’re joined, and she moans. “Yes. Trevor,” she breathes in time with my thrusts. Her head falls back against the cabinet again, and she squeezes her eyes shut.

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