Page 158 of The Perfect Love

She’s lying on the bed in nothing but a barely-there thong and those fucking pasties.

A growl of desire slips out before I can stop myself, and I quickly shed all my clothes except my boxer-briefs, then climb onto the bed with her.

“I swear you get more gorgeous every day.” Lying down next to her, I pepper kisses over her jaw and neck as I gently rub the warm washcloth over one of the pasties.

“I need those off,” she whines.

“Working on it, gorgeous. Don’t want to hurt your sweet nipples.”

I get the first off, then shift on the bed, massaging the pastie on her other nipple while my mouth clamps over the now free one.

“Yes,” she hisses. “More. I need more.”

I suck, flick, and nip, and as the other pastie comes free, I tweak that nipple between my fingers.

“More.” She arches and rolls her hips. “Take my thong off.”

Again, I adjust my position, this time pausing to give my cock a quick stroke. Something to take the edge off. Then I slide the tiny scrap of fabric off her and slip my finger between her legs. The second I touch her wet center, she moans.

“Yes. I need you.”

Fuck.I need her too.

I go back to sucking on her nipple while I work my hand between her legs, teasing her, swirling around her opening, and then stroking her swollen clit. Her long moan when I do that makes me hover there, playing with her clit as she writhes in pleasure under my touch.

It’s a fucking ego trip to hear her moan like that and know it’s my fingers, her desire for me, and the love between us that’s creating it.

She shudders and grabs my hand.

“Stop. I’m too close.” She swallows and meets my gaze as I lift my lips from her nipple. “Trev, get a condom.”

Chelsea

This is the scary part, but holy fuck, I want it.

And the look of sheer desperation on Trevor’s face says he wants it too.

He grabs a condom and sets it on the bed, then slips his boxers off and rolls onto his back, arms up.

“I’m all yours, baby.”

With that, I grab the silk ties, anticipation whirling in me. I’ve never tied anyone up before. And while this is a very low-key version of it, I want to make sure it’s enjoyable for him.

I take my time tying each wrist to a bedpost, making sure it’s secure but not too tight.

Then I move to the end of the bed and admire my handiwork.

His muscular arms are splayed and tied. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. His cock is at full attention.

The cock that’s going to be inside me very soon.

I want this.

And I refuse to let those other thoughts derail me again.

I’m here with Trevor. The sexy, book boyfriend of a man who takes care of me, protects me, shares his vulnerabilities with me, and lets me be his safe place while keeping me safe too.

So I focus on him, stroking him from root to tip, swirling the precum on his tip all over the head as I soak in the sound of his groans. Then I take the condom and tear the package open. Slowly, torturously, I roll it down his length.

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