Page 13 of Common Grounds

It doesn’t take much movement for me to press her up against the wall behind her. She gasps sharply, then closes her mouth on mine again. My tongue teases at her lips, and she opens for me. She tastes of chocolate and cream and sugar—a heady flavor that has me wanting more.

My hands rest on her hips, though I want to use them to explore every curve of her body. My fingers itch to drag themselves under her shirt and over her breasts, but I force myself to leave them where they are.

When I slide my thigh between hers as I press her further into the wall, I’m met with her soft, warm center. I press my lips to her collarbone and am rewarded with a bright, cucumber scent from her hair on a long inhale.

She moans and grinds her hips against me, and any restraint I was trying to exercise crumples. I press my thigh upward, and based on her quickening breath as she continues to move her hips against me, I hit the right spot.

My hand slides underneath her shirt, and my thumb circles over the thin fabric of her bra. Her nipple hardens underneath my touch.

“Oh, shit,” she breathes. I press kisses down her neck, sucking and exploring, pulling another moan from her. The sound goes straight to my dick.

I move slightly again, sure from her next intake of breath that she can feel my hardness pressing against her thigh. I pull back to look at her. Her face is gorgeously flushed, her lips swollen and hair mussed.

“I want this if you do,” I say, and I hope she can hear the question in it.

There is a glint in her eyes, and a corner of her mouth turns up a bit. I soak up this tiny grin. I don’t know her very well, but I get the sense that her smiles are guarded and hard-won.

“Trevor.” My name is a hum on her tongue, like a song she’s singing only for me. “Don’t stop.” She circles her hips against me again, and I can feel my cock pressing painfully against the fly of my pants. Happy to oblige, my lips crash into hers again, and somehow, this kiss is even hungrier and more urgent than the last.

I turn us and walk her backwards toward the bed, which isn’t very far from the entryway, shedding my clothes on the way. She follows suit, pulling her shirt over her head and sliding out of her jeans as we walk. I inhale deeply and catch that vibrant scent from her hair that sends another wave of desire through me.

The back of her legs hit the edge of the mattress, and they buckle, bringing us both down on the bed. She loops her fingers around the waistband of my boxers and pulls. I do the same with her underwear. Her skin is silky smooth, and I trace a line from her breasts all the way down her torso, cupping between her legs.

She lets out a breathy moan as I drag a finger through her center, then press one inside her. Her eyelids flutter closed as I touch and tease. I thought she was gorgeous in the bar, but that was nothing compared to seeing her like this, her skin flushed in the moonlight streaming in through the window next to the bed, and her chest rising and falling heavily.

“Trevor,” she whispers. “Please.”

I curl my finger upward, and she squirms underneath me. “So, you’re begging now?”

“I will if that’s what you want,” she breathes.

I chuckle darkly. “Not tonight.” I use my thumb to find where she’s most sensitive. I make small, lazy circles as my finger works inside her warmth, and I’m rewarded with a gasping shudder when my thumb passes over a certain spot.

“Oh my god,” she moans as she bucks her hips against my hand.

I remove my finger from her and use her own wetness to circle her clit. “You’re beautiful like this, sreco. I want to see you come apart.” I don’t know what makes me use that name for her. It’s one from the recesses of my past, but it seems to fit.

She shakes her head, swallowing heavily and grabbing my forearm, her nails digging into the skin there. “No, I need… more. You. Please?”

“I don’t generally make a habit of turning down a pretty lady,” I tease. She huffs.

I tear myself away from her to fumble around in the nightstand for a condom. When I finally find it, I rip open the foil and roll it on. I line myself up with her entrance and pause. “This okay?”

She bucks her hips toward me. “Yes. Please. Yes.”

And then I’m inside her.

Being inside Emery is heaven. My hard edges meet her soft ones as I thrust a few times before I’m fully seated. She is warm and slick, and I have to force myself to take it slow. The gasps and moans coming from her tell me exactly what she likes, and once I think I’ve figured her out well enough, my mouth meets hers again.

At first, my hands don’t know where to go, but it seems that she likes when I grab her hips the best, so I do that, pulling her even closer to me as we move in perfect sync with each other. She drags her hands up my back, then digs her nails into my skin. I shudder at the delicious thrill of her nails leaving their marks on my back. I thrust forward a little too hard, and she cries out.

“Sorry,” I breathe into her neck.

“Don’t be,” she pants. She presses her nails into my back again. “Harder. Please.”

I plunge deeper into her with a few hard, fast movements. “I already told you, you don’t have to beg tonight.”

“Oh. Trevor, I…” she curses softly, and then I feel her come undone beneath me. I press a kiss to her jaw as I pull her close, pumping a few more times inside of her and following her over the edge.

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