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  And she needed and wanted him. Stepping away from him she slowly removed the negligee. She worked out regularly and knew she had no reason to be ashamed of her body. Her breasts were large and firm, her legs long and shapely, her behind nicely padded without being too large, her stomach flat, and her pussy wet and ready to welcome his cock.

  “Holy hell, sweet! You are so beautiful, you take my breath away.”

  She smiled, feeling shy, yet excited. Her heart thumped wildly, her legs trembled. She’d reached the end of her endurance. She needed him inside her.

  Carlee took his hand from her breasts and placed it between her legs. “Trey,” she said softly. She slid her other hand over his groin. His shaft felt hard and thick under her fingers. A jolt of need made her tremble. “Please, Trey.”

  “Oh, I’m going to please you sweetheart, but first I need a taste of paradise.”

  “A taste of paradise?”

  “Yes.” He dropped to his knees, cupped his hands over her butt, and buried his face against her pussy.

  She wanted to close her eyes and savor the joy building in her. But if she closed her eyes, she’d miss seeing the delicious contrast of his sleek, silver head pressed against her much darker skin. She kept her eyes open and enjoyed the best of both worlds.

  He ate her slowly, alternating between licking and sucking her and kissing and thrusting his tongue and fingers inside her. Although she enjoyed a man’s mouth on her sensitive folds and his tongue inside her, she had only ever climaxed that way with Sam. Like Sam, Trey had perfected his oral sex technique.

  Every movement of his skillful tongue and probing fingers brought immeasurable pleasure. It radiated out from her pussy, quickly spreading all through her body until she thought she would overdose on it. Nothing in her sexual experience had ever felt so good. It was too much to bear. Too good. She clutched his head to her and exploded.

  He tightened his fingers on her butt and eagerly lapped up her moisture. Then he wrapped his arms around her body, pressed his face against her pubic hair, and breathed deeply, as if savoring her fragrance.

  “That was so good.”

  He lifted his head and looked at her, his blue eyes alit with passion. “You are so sweet, Carlee and that was beyond good. Let’s do it again.”

  Her stomach muscles clenched and she shivered. “Don’t you want me to suck you?”

  “Hell yeah, but first, I want to taste more of your sweet, hot pussy.” Still on his knees, he drew her down to the carpet. She lay on her back and got a sexual thrill out of parting her legs and reaching down to spread herself for him.

  “Oh, honey, I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight.”

  He crawled between her legs and began eating her with such an obvious enjoyment that she totally lost herself in the feelings he invoked in her. She felt as if they were becoming one spiritually and emotionally. He ate her pussy with a tender hunger and greed that destroyed all her inhibitions. Gasping and sobbing with pleasure, she came again and again. Finally, she lay still, feeling weak and fulfilled.

  It wasn’t until he rose and removed his clothes, and pressed his body against hers, that she realized the oral sex that had so completely conquered her had aroused him to the point of orgasm. His cock, resting against her thigh was creamy with his seed.

  She stroked her fingers through his hair. “You came too,” she whispered.

  “Yes,” he sounded surprised. “That’s never happened before.”

  She licked her lips, smiling. “That’s because we’ve never made love before.”

  “No, but we have an entire week to explore all the ways we can make love.”

  “I’m leaving on Monday.”

  “The hell you are!”

  “Trey—”

  “You’re not leaving Monday, Carlee, so don’t waste your breath telling me you are.” He cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed them both until she felt a fresh flood of heat and need between her legs. “You’re staying until I leave.”

  They stared at each other for several long moments before she averted her gaze, silently bowing to his will.

  He rolled her onto her side and gently kissed her lips. “You won’t regret staying with me, sweet. I promise.”

  She wasn’t sure of that, but she couldn’t summon the will or the desire to disagree with him.

  He pressed a warm, sweet, reassuring kiss against her lips before lifting her to her feet. Then he lifted her in his arms and carried her to bed. “I’ll treat your heart tenderly, sweetheart.”

  She frowned. She supposed she should assert some independence. “I never said you had my heart, Trey.”

  He lay her gently on the bed and slid in beside her. His warm, caressing hands sent tingles of desire through her. “No? Well if I don’t have it now, I soon will. You can either surrender it willingly or…” He nibbled at her lips. “I’ll take it forcefully. Either way, it and you are going to be mine, Carlee.”

  She prided herself on her ability not to need a man in her life to be happy. She certainly didn’t need or want one dictating to her. So why didn’t she challenge his assertion?

  What she did was snuggle in his arms and exchange soft kisses with him before drifting into a contented sleep.

  Chapter Four

  Carlee woke later to the sound of running water. She sat up in bed. The light in the adjourning bathroom shone into the bedroom. She glanced at the heart shaped clock on the nightstand. Three a.m. She slipped out of bed. Ignoring a momentary impulse to cover her nudity, she walked into the bathroom.

  Trey looked up from washing his face. She drank in the beauty of his naked body. He was tall with wide shoulders, long legs, tight buns, and a cock that stirred her passions, even flaccid.

  He smiled. “Did I wake you, sweet?”

  She shook her head and walked quickly across the room to him. When he embraced her, she pressed her cheek against his chest. In his arms, she felt safe, protected, and cherished. She lifted her face to his. “Trey?”

  He bent his head and pressed a series of warm kisses against her lips. His hands spread out along her body, cupping her behind.

  She shivered, he shuddered, and she felt his cock come alive. She went damp and suddenly had to have him. “Trey…” Her voice was a plea.

  “You want to make love?”

  Face flushing, she nodded. She had always secretly suspected that those who whispered she was frigid just might have a point. Although she’d occasionally enjoyed cuddling and kissing, she had never felt a pressing need to surrender so completely to a man, holding nothing back—until now. The ache she felt to have him inside her stunned her.

  He kissed her lightly. “I do too, but first…” He allowed his voice to trail off as he reached between their bodies to finger her vagina. “I want to eat your pussy again.”

  The remembrance of his face between her legs and his fingers and tongue inside her, increased her need for him. No other lover had ever eaten her with as much gusto and genuine pleasure as he had. Oral sex with Sam had been good, but not blissful. Now she longed for the ultimate delight—Trey’s cock inside her.

  She slipped her fingers around his hardening flesh, and gazed up at him. “I want this, Trey.”

  He arched a brow. “This? You mean my cock?”

  “Yes.”

  He gave her a quizzical look. “Are you shy, sweet?”

  “Not especially, but I don’t go around talking about cocks and pussies either.”

  He grinned. “I’d love to hear you talking about my cock and your pussy.”

  As he spoke, she felt him lengthening and tightening against her fingers. Moistening her lips, she surrendered to her impulse. She pushed against his shoulders. When he reluctantly released her, she dropped down to her knees, uncaring that the bathroom floor was cool and hard. Up close, his cock nearly robbed her of the ability to breathe. Although an inch or so shorter than Sam’s ten inch shaft, it was deliciously thicker.

  She cupped him in her hands. He felt wonderf
ully heavy. The head of his shaft was hard, warm, and shaped like an erotic love helmet. His cock looked mouth watering. She sucked in a breath, parted her lips, and rained a series of hungry eager kisses along his flesh.

  He trembled at the touch of her lips and caught his breath.

  Still on her knees, she looked up at him.

  His blue eyes blazed with passion, yet she sensed tenderness in him. He radiated a real concern for her welfare and pleasure. She loved that he wanted to please her again, but it was her turn to please him. She leaned forward, hefting his length in one hand. Lord how he would stretch and fill her when he slid inside her

  She placed her free hand on his hip and drew the tip of his bare cock between her eager lips.

  “Oh, God, sweet! What are you doing?”

  A big hand on the back of her head prevented her from removing him from her mouth long enough to state the obvious. She ran the tip of her tongue along the head of his cock and felt him begin to secrete pre-cum.

  Encouraged and excited by the idea of his increasing arousal, she drew several more inches of his shaft into her mouth before she paused. She wanted to savor the taste and texture of the first bare cock she’d ever had in her mouth. He felt silky hot and thick against her tongue. Delectable. Moaning softly, she began to suck him. She alternated between short, quick sucks and long, leisurely ones. Both movements elicited groans of delight and pleasure from him. His fingers curled in her hair and he unexpectedly thrust his hips forward.

  She felt his fully aroused shaft fill her mouth and part of her throat. Instead of the usual panic the thought of deep throating a lover produced, she eagerly resumed her sucking. She loved the smell, taste, and feel of him. Placing both hands over his tight, hard buns, she moved forward until his pubic hair tickled her nose.

  “Oh, sweet! Dear God! You’re driving me nuts! This feels so good. Oh, baby! Slow down or you’re going to make me come!”

  Which was exactly what she wanted. She sucked harder and deeper. She felt him tense as he tried to remain in control. Determined to make him come, she moved her right hand around to cup his balls. She fondled them then slid a finger behind him to press against his anus. He exploded in her mouth.

  She swallowed the warm seed jetting from his cock without actually tasting it. Tasting him was part of the experience she wanted to enjoy. She reluctantly drew back until only the head of his cock remained in her mouth. That was much nicer because the jets of semen shooting from his cock landed on her tongue.

  She closed her eyes and swallowed slowly, feeling her own passion rising. She thrust several fingers inside her pussy. Nice. Fingering herself while swallowing his seed was enough to make her come.

  Only when she was sure she had savored and swallowed every drop of his seed did she remove her lips from his shaft and smile up at him. “Did you enjoy coming in my mouth, Trey?”

  “Oh, damn, sweet! Enjoy is a gross understatement. That was the most incredible blowjob I’ve ever had.” He dropped to his knees in front of her, slipping his fingers inside her.

  She shivered and parted her legs, moving against his hand. “I want you,” she told him in a small, shameless voice. “And I want you now.”

  “What a coincidence. I want you now too.” He kissed her lips. “Wanna get physical with me?”

  She drew away from him and lay on her back, enjoying the cool tiles against her heated flush. She spread her legs, exposing herself fully to him. “ I need you, now. Stop teasing and take me.”

  He took her hands and lifted her to her feet. “I haven’t had a woman in a while. This is going to get messy. We’d better go to bed where I can spend the rest of the night buried to the hilt inside you.”

  She licked her lips and smiled up at him.

  He lifted her in his arms and carried her back to the bedroom. He lay her on her back and spread his body on top of her.

  She parted her legs.

  He pressed between her thighs.

  “Trey. Oh, Trey!“ She stroked her hands over his back. “Please. Take me now.”

  “Oh, I intend to take you repeatedly, my sweet, beautiful girl.” He lowered his head.

  She closed her eyes as his mouth touched hers.

  His kiss was slow, soft, and gentle.

  She had waited such a long time to feel his lips against hers again in a kiss this tender and full of the promise of unconditional devotion. She sighed and slipped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest.

  His kiss deepened and one hand came up to brush against her breasts. A tingle shot through her. She shuddered, pressed closer to him, and parted her lips.

  Keeping his hand cupped against her breasts, he kissed her again and again, raining long, drug-like kisses against her mouth, cheeks, and neck.

  She arched her back, longing to share the ultimate delight with him. “Trey, take me.”

  Carlee made no protest when he took one of her hands from his neck and urged it down between his legs. He pulsed against her fingers. She gasped into his mouth.

  He rotated his hips against her.

  Heart thumping, she closed her fingers around his warm length. Holding him in her hand, she kissed him with a mounting passion that clouded her reason. She didn’t want to think about what she was doing or the consequences. She just wanted to finally make love to him. “Take me, Trey. Please,” she begged.

  He lifted his head and stared down into her eyes.

  That’s when she realized that the nightlight was on. “The light,” she whispered. “Turn it off.”

  “No. I want to see you.” He brushed his lips against hers.

  As he kissed her, he lifted his hips, grasped his cock in one hand, and brought it to her entrance.

  Heart thumping, pussy damp, she pressed a hand against his chest. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

  “Oh, baby, not now!”

  She shoved a balled hand against his shoulder. “Trey, please! Wait!”

  He stiffened and stared down at her. “Oh, baby, there’s no need to sound so frightened. I won’t ever take you without your full and willing permission.”

  “You have it.”

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  “I just need you to be gentle.”

  “I’ll be gentle, honey.”

  “And go slow.”

  “Slow? Carlee, you’ve been begging me to take you for several minutes. Now you want me to go slow? Is there something you want to tell me?”

  She moistened her lips. “No! Yes! Oh, Trey, I’ve never done it before.”

  “You’ve never made love without a condom? Don’t worry, sweet. I haven’t touched a woman without one in over thirteen years. If you’re worried about catching something—”

  “That’s not my only concern, Trey. I meant I’ve never had real sex.”

  He rolled off her and sat up, turning the bedside light on. “What?”

  She sat up, her face burning. “I’m a virgin.”

  She waited for the disbelief. Instead, she saw acceptance in his blue gaze.

  He stroked her cheek. “Oh, honey, I’ll be as gentle as I can, but sometimes the first time is not very pleasant for virgins.”

  “I know and I want you. I just didn’t want you thrusting in and breaking my hymen with one fierce lunge.”

  He kissed her lips and stroked her bare breasts, sending a coil of heat straight to her pussy. “Sometimes that’s the quickest way to get through the pain.”

  She pulled away from him. “How would you know? Do you make a habit of breaking in virgins?”

  “I’ve done it a few times,” he said. “Before you give me a hurt look, remember that I am thirty-eight years old. For most of my adult life, I’ve had the normal male lust for virginal pussy.”

  Now wasn’t the time to worry about how many women he’d slept with, while she’d saved her vaginal virginity for him. At that moment, she just wanted to feel him inside her. She lay on her back, parted her legs, and stretched out a hand to him. “M
ake love to me, Trey.”

  “Oh, yeah, baby, I will.”

  “And let me be the last virgin you break in.”

  “I'm a little old to continue the practice,” he told her as he turned off the bedside lamp, leaving on the nightlight. “Are you ready for me?”

  She moistened her lips. “Yes.”

  He lay on top of her, settling himself between her legs.

  She closed her eyes and tensed her body, trying to prepare herself for the hard thrust she dreaded yet longed for.

  He kissed her lips gently and slowly, while he fondled her breasts and caressed her thighs.

  She shivered.

  “Relax, love. I’ll do my best not to hurt you,” he promised. “I don’t want you to be afraid of becoming mine.”

  The feel of his heavy body on top of her increased her hunger for him. “I know it’s probably going to hurt, but I’ve waited a very long time for this moment, Trey. Take me.”

  Encouraged, he grasped his cock, pressed it against her entrance, kissed her, and shot his powerful hips forward.

  “Oooh!” She gasped and shuddered in pain as his hard, thick length tore through her hymen, and plunged several inches into her passage. He paused and lifted his head to look down at her.

  “Sweet?”

  Carlee stared up at him, wide eyed. She had known he was thick, but she feared that if she moved, he would split her open.

  “Are you all right?”

  Almost afraid to breathe, she nodded slowly.

  “Good. We’re almost there, love.”

  “What?”

  He smiled down at her. “Just a few more inches and I’ll be all the way in, honey.”

  She stared down their bodies and felt a wanton thrill of lust as she realized that several inches of his thick length remained outside her body. “Oh, Trey, you’re so big and thick,” she whispered.

  “And it’s about to be all yours. Brace yourself, honey. Here I come.”

  She bit her bottom lip and exhaled through her nose as he slowly pressed forward, stretching her and forcing the remnants of his shaft inside her.

  He cupped his hands under her butt, tilted her lower body, and ground his hips against hers. Finally, when she felt as if she’d burst if he pushed another inch of cock into her, his pubic hair came to rest against hers.