Page 66 of Say I'm Yours
I drop down and kiss him. Our tongues dance without restraint, giving and taking. He’s unforgiving as he nips at my lip. This is everything we are. The need I feel for him is insurmountable. I want him to remind me of what we were and all we can be.
“Don’t make me wait,” I say as my mouth moves to his ear. “I need you.”
Trent’s hands move up my back as I lean back, allowing him to remove my shirt. He stares at me, muttering, “So damn gorgeous,” before pushing me to my back, sliding off the bed, and taking off the remainder of his clothing.
I smile. He’s always made me feel beautiful, especially when we’re in bed.
Trent pushes me back and I watch as his body moves, loving every second.
“You’ve been workin’ out,” I note.
“It was either that or I beat the shit out of someone. I didn’t think that would earn me any brownie points.” He smirks.
“Good choice.”
He climbs back on the bed and stares at me. “Get naked, sweetheart. I’m done talkin’.”
I remove my pants and climb under the covers with him. His mouth finds mine, and our limbs tangle together. My body responds to his touch without a thought. His hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing across my nipples and making me groan.
When he takes one in his mouth, I buck under him. “Trent!” I cry out as my desire spikes.
He doesn’t stop. He sucks, nibbles, and massages each breast. My fingers fist the sheets as he continues to extract pleasure from my body.
When Trent’s fingers find my clit, I almost lose it. I’m so primed from his words and just being with him again that it isn’t going to take much to get me there. Thank God, because I’m going crazy as it is.
He slides down my body and hooks my legs over his shoulders. My head falls back as he swipes his tongue up and down. I can’t breathe as he starts to work me over. I grip his hair with my fingers as I shudder and squirm beneath him. It’s too much. His tongue circles, and when he presses against my clit, I’m gone.
I writhe beneath him as he refuses to yield, driving my orgasm on and on. When he’s content that I can’t take anymore, he climbs back up so we’re face to face. “Look at me,” he requests.
My eyes open, and I see it all reflected in his gaze. The love he has for me. The promises he intends to keep. The pain he endured from losing me. And the determination rolls off him in waves.
“I love you,” he says as he lines himself against my entrance. “I want you to keep your eyes here, understand?”
“Yes,” I say on a moan as he pushes into me slowly.
Trent has always felt good, but here . . . right now . . . he’s giving me more. He’s giving me the piece of himself I’ve been missing, and it’s overwhelming. I want to close my eyes and bask in it. The need to imprint the feeling to a permanent place inside me flutters my eyelids, but I hold them open, trying to focus on his face. Watching the way his jaw tightens as he pushes deeper inside me. I relish in the fact that his control slips with every inch and how he’s the first to break eye contact when he’s fully seated.
“Trent,” I whisper. “Love me.”
“I’m going to, hold on, sweetheart.”
And he does.
He loves me with everything inside himself. He loves me enough for the two of us. He loves me like he’s never done before.
After my second orgasm, I think I’m going to pass out, but he keeps me going. We make love for a long time, both of us are sweaty and out of breath but completely sated when we finally collapse. We lie here with our legs intertwined, and my head on his chest as I listen to the sound of his heart.
Neither of us speak for some time. I’m in my own head thinking about how different that was for me. We’ve made love countless times, but this was like coming home. It was the same, yet it wasn’t.
Trent’s hand plays with my hair, and I gaze at him. “That was . . .”
He grins with self-satisfaction. “Yeah it was.”
“Who knew that all we needed was a break.”
Trent pulls me on top of him and kisses me before sighing. “I don’t think we should try it again.”
“You missed me that much?” I say playfully. His look doesn’t have any humor, though. He looks sad and forlorn. “Honey?”
