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Then, he’s kissing his way down my jaw to my neck, murmuring as he does.
“Yes. I want you. More than you know. More than I knew was possible.” His hand skims from my hip up under the shirt to cup my breast, raising the fabric and baring most of my torso as he kisses his way down to the bare skin of my belly. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you. I want to taste you. I want to make you come. I’ve been hard every second we’ve been together and that was before you walked in wearing my t-shirt with no bra on.”
His tone is completely serious. Intensely so.
Despite that, I laugh. “That can’t be possible.”
He raises his head to look up at me. “Pretty sure it’s true.”
The sight of him, cradled between my thighs, sprawled over my body, pinning me beneath him as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, sends another gush of moisture to my pussy. I rock my hips, needing pressure and friction.
He smirks. “Impatient much?”
“Tease much?” I counter, bucking against him.
“Tell me what you want.”
His order sends a thrill of excitement through me. It’s a demand, but it also puts the ball firmly in my court in a way I’ve never experienced before. I’ve never felt so completely dominated and so totally in control at the same time.
The list of things I want from this man scrolls through my head, seemingly endless. I sum it up as best I can. “I want you. Inside me.”
His hand skims down to slip under the waistband of the pajama bottoms and my underwear. There’s no awkward fumbling. This is a man who knows exactly what my body needs as he slides a finger into my cunt.
“Like this?” he asks, his thumb on my clit, first one finger and then two deep inside me. The sound I make is almost inhuman because he’s touching me somewhere I’ve never been touched before. Or in a way I’ve never been touched. I’m not sure which.
“Fuck,” I groan, gasping and squirming.
His teeth nip at the underside of my breast and then lave my nipple as his fingers stroke me closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s right, Trinity,” he coos against my skin. “I need you to come for me. You can do that, right?”
I almost argue with him because I’m not an easy woman to get off. I don’t come quickly. I certainly don’t come on demand. But his touch is so persistent. His words so insistent.
“Yeah. You’re going to come for me, and then I’m going to carry you to bed, and I’m going make you come all over again. You want me inside of you, right? Like this?” With his thumb pressing on my clit, he keeps stroking my g-spot until I’m about to explode. “Or do you want my cock in this sweet pussy of yours? Which is it?”
“Both,” I gasp. “And more.”
And just like that—in record time, I come. I come for him just like he told me to. And it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.
I’m still trembling as he picks me up and carries me to his bed, just like he promised. He tosses me onto the bed before whipping off his shirt. The lights are low, but there’s just enough ambient light for me to see his chest, which is thick and muscular with a scattering of hair. It’s the chest of a man, with power that doesn’t need to be well defined to be seen.
I scramble up on to my knees, pulling off my shirt. With a different guy, this is the moment I’d feel self-conscious about my body. About my smallish tits and full hips. Or maybe about the fact that I haven’t been with anyone in so long that I haven’t waxed in years and haven’t shaved since fall. God knows it never would have occurred to me that I’d find myself in anyone’s bed, let alone Martin’s.
But any awkwardness I might have felt is vanquished by the way he looks at me, like he wants to devour me. His hand dips below his waistband to palm his dick.
Watching the way he touches himself, that firm grip, those fingers that were just inside me… I can’t wait to taste me. So I don’t.
I crawl over to him and free his cock. His fingers are wet from me, the head of his cock glistening with the mixture of my juices and his pre-cum. God, it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I swirl my tongue over the head, relishing the taste of us together.
But that’s as far as I make it before he’s pushing me away.
“Not yet. No way. The first time I come with you, it’s going to be in your cunt, not your mouth.”
He hooks his hands behind my knees and flips me onto my back, dragging me to the edge of the bed. His thumb circles my clit as he fumbles in a drawer for a condom. Normally, condoms are merely functional, but somehow the sight of him tearing open the package with his teeth and sliding it down his cock is pure eroticism. Everything about this moment is so hot, so perfect, I almost wish that he wasn’t about to actually fuck me. Because that will undoubtedly be a letdown. Because I never come during sex.
And with Martin, I almost don’t even mind because he’s already performed the miracle of getting me off in record time.
