Page 55 of Fear of Intimacy

In response, he let go of my hair only to reach down and grab my hips, pulling me straight off the stool and into the air. In one second, I was sitting on a barstool and in the next the back of my thighs touched the cold granite island.

Before I could fully register the chill that soaked into my legs, Trevor’s mouth was back on mine. God, I could kiss his lips all day if he let me. They left mine a second later, making me groan. When I didn’t immediately feel his lips again, I opened my eyes, watching as Trevor moved to kneel between my legs.

“W-what are you doing?” My voice was breathless. My cheeks heated up at the thought of him there, pressing his mouth to a part of me that no man had been in a long time.

“Tried harder,” he repeated, following it with a tsk and a wink.

I swore I stopped breathing as he grabbed the waistband of the boxers he lent me and started tugging them off. I was completely bare underneath and the thought of him seeing that had me squirming. Oh God, he was about to see my pussy. Up close and personal. There truly was no going back now.

As if sensing my thoughts, Trevor’s eyes met my own. He never looked away as he pulled them off and dropped them to the ground. His thumb softly rubbed my inner thigh, the action soothing the tension in the air. And in my throat.

The sight of him kneeling before me was by far the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I was embarrassed to admit howmuch I needed him. The way his pupils were blown and the hungry look on his face he needed me just as much.

I did nothing but watch as he gently pushed my knees apart, baring me to him. Trevor let out a low groan, eyes fluttered shut for half a second. “So fucking pretty.”

Leaning back on my elbows, I tried my hardest not to close my knees as he reached out, his fingers brushing the wet spot between my thighs. Just that one simple touch had me whimpering.

Looking up at me from under his lashes Trevor leaned down, trailing kisses up my thigh before finally reaching my pussy. With the flat of his tongue he licked my pussy in one long lick. My eyes immediately rolled back, and I let out a moan that filled the kitchen.

Holy fuck.

I felt Trevor’s chuckle against my skin before his mouth met me again. As if punishing me again, he teased my clit with one little flick before moving a few inches down, spearing my pussy with his tongue. I slowly swirled my hips, rubbing myself against his face as I continued to whimper and moan and let myself have this moment.

Trevor’s hands came up and hooked around my hips, keeping me firmly in place. There was no getting away. No running in the opposite direction while pretending my feelings for him weren’t real.

I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging at the soft strands. All my insecurities flew out the window as Trevor feasted on me right there on his kitchen island like I was his breakfast.

Trevor’s low groans and my whimpers echoed around us. Each flick of his tongue made me louder and louder. The moment I felt two fingers slide inside of me, I was done. My hands gripped his hair tighter as my legs clamped around his head, my whole body shaking.

My vision narrowed and my body tensed as a wave of pleasure unlike anything I have felt before came over me. Meanwhile, Trevor never let up. He continued licking and finger fucking me. The way Trevor kept his fingers curled inside me I was left on the edge. I only had a moment before another orgasm hit me. Trevor drew it out as long as he could before he finally slowed. He had to pull his head out from between my legs and remove my hands from the hold I had on his hair.

I laid there, spread out on the counter, breathing heavily while my legs shook. My entire body was jello, and I was more than content not moving an inch. A soft smack between my legs made me jerk up, eyes flying open.

Trevor stood, putting his hands on the counter by my head, caging my body in.

“Did I try hard enough that time?” My mind was still trying to process the orgasms to remember what he was talking about. A handsome smirk blossomed on his face. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“That was…”

“Did you think we were done?”

I met those gorgeous green eyes as he gave me that smug look. His expression was a promise that told me this was just the beginning. My breath hitched in my throat as Trevor leaned down until his lips barely grazed mine.

“We aren’t done until you’re begging me to stop.” At his words, my body lit up all over again. Right when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter. “Does someone like that?” His lips barely touched mine as he spoke softly. I nodded, eyes fluttering closed. He wasn’t even touching me, and I felt like I was going to combust.

“Use your words, Sunshine.”

“Please.” It came out as a plea but I didn’t care. I neededhim inside me. And I needed more than his fingers. “Please, Trevor.” At his name leaving my mouth, he closed his eyes.

“You are going to be the death of me, Tasha Davis.”

This time when our lips met, it felt different. For once, I wasn’t scared of it.

I pulled back just enough to whisper. “Take me to bed.” His body shuddered as if he'd been waiting a long time to hear me say those words.

Without another word, he scooped me up off the counter. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I planted soft kisses along his neck as he walked us to the bedroom. It was almost torture having the fabric of his sweatpants rub against me.

I fully expected Trevor to throw me on the bed, but when he gently laid me on my back, I felt like my heart was going to burst.

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