Page 9 of Heart of Stone

That night when Trevor and I fucked, it was dream-like at first; the empty room, the near darkness, and the sound of crickets made it seem easy enough to get lost in the moment and the whole thing would be an encounter of soft sighs and bare skin. But that wasn’t what it was. The almost fleeting moments of triumphant need and possession I had sensed in Trevor came to a head now that he had fitted the ring on my finger, and he made sure to show me with his body, hands, and tongue just how serious he was.

Before, there had always been a sense of careful control in the way he moved, as if there was something dark bubbling right beneath the surface. It was the complete antithesis to his clean, well-groomed public persona. I think that night, I saw beneath the surface for the first time, and it was both thrilling and a little bit scary. Just how I liked it.

He dropped me onto the mattress without ceremony, but when he didn’t follow me down, I rose onto my elbows to watch him disrobe with tight precision, as if there was no time to waste. I took the hint and began to follow suit, but when I heard him make a noise of disagreement deep in his throat, I froze and looked up. He shook his head once.

“No. I want to undress you.”

I slid from the bed, sinuous and smooth, and stood before him as he stepped out of his briefs, the last stitch of clothing on his body, and raised my hands into the air. I arched my back, tits out, and let him make me just as bare as he was. There was some sort of energy in the room that had no name, and it made both of us almost ferocious. Trevor threaded his fingers into my hair, grabbing tight and pulling my head back to expose my neck before dragging his teeth down my throat.

I couldn’t see him, eyes fixed on the ceiling, but I was able to find the thick hardness of his cock with my searching hand my memory alone. The growl he rewarded me with against my collarbone encouraged my exploration, and when I began to stroke him, he released my hair, slamming his mouth over mine.

I was alive with that aching feeling of need, skin begging for his touch. Having his body almost flush to mine helped, but nothing would extinguish it fully until he was inside me.

Tongue moving in time with the pumping of my fist, I took control of him, free hand pulling him closer with my fingernails dug into the meat of his ass. Trevor dipped his mouth from my throat to the swell of my breasts, using the hand that wasn’t cupping the back of my head to palm them roughly, alternating between demanding caresses and gentle sweeps of his tongue over my nipples, which had pebbled in the chill air of the room. The sensation burned a path to my core, and I wanted more, feeding off the heady sense of triumph that feeling him tremble against me provided.

“You’re shaking,” I murmured between wet kisses.

“That’s ... ah, fuck, Rachel ... that’s nothing compared to what I’m about to do to you.”

I swept my thumb of the sensitive head of his manhood, and he cursed.

“Prove it, then.”

He nipped my bottom lip once before pushing me back onto the bed, where I ran my hands over his chest and the ripples of his stomach before he took me by the waist and flipped me onto my stomach. I immediately felt the weight of his body covering mine, and the hard length of his cock resting between the globes of my ass cheeks. I was almost disappointed that he was going to fuck me already, but he had different ideas.

“On your knees,” he breathed into the shell of my ear, sliding his body off mine when I complied.

I knew he was kneeling on the bed behind me, taking in the sight of me, ass in the air and pussy peeking out, and I knew he liked what he saw, pushing my legs even farther apart with his knees.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re so wet for me already.”

“Only you, baby,” I purred, skin buzzing with anticipation of where he would touch me first.

Trevor wasn’t in any mood to take it slowly, because he grabbed my thighs, fingertips pressing into the softness, and the very next thing I felt was his tongue sweeping a long line up my pussy from behind.

He repeated the motion twice more, until my breath was ragged, before he spread me open even more and wrapped his lips around my pulsing clit. I moaned, helpless against the shock of sharp pleasure that rocked me.

It went on long enough that I was balling the sheets in my fists, grinding back against his face with abandon. I could feel my orgasm looming closer with each suck and lick, but I was desperate to be filled.

“I need more,” I gasped.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

“Fuck me, Trevor, please!”

With a last lick between my legs, I felt his large hands settle on my hips. I could feel my legs tremble as he positioned himself at my entrance, and he laughed roughly.

“Now who’s shaking?”

Trevor filled me with one long stroke, smooth as silk, until he was firmly seated inside of me. I could feel my walls stretching to accommodate the length of him, right before he pulled out and slammed home again.

His grip tightened on my body, a groan pouring from his lips at feeling my pussy clench around him. “I can’t be easy tonight, Rachel, I hope you’re ready.”

All I could manage was a thin “Yes,” before he pulled out and filled me again, the slap of our flesh meeting the only thing I could hear over the rushing of blood in my ears.

I was infinitely glad he had the foresight to order a proper bed and not an air mattress or something else temporary because, by the end of it, I was gripping the headboard so hard that my fingers would break through the cedar.

It was intense, but I matched Trevor motion for motion until he was as undone as I was. When he slipped a hand beneath us, his fingers parting my folds and expertly finding my clit, I knew it wouldn’t be long.

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