Body Shots (14 page)

“That's it.” Trent's throat felt raw as emotions rose up. “You are hot for me, aren't you? So wet and tight and all mine.” He looked deep into her eyes, desperate for her to submit to him entirely. “You want me to fuck you, don't you? You want my cock inside you?”

She nodded.

He smiled. “You aren't ready yet. Close, but not close enough to satisfy me.”

She nearly begged him then, but his fingers searched and parted her. He was watching her face closely when he slipped a finger inside her wet heat and she flung her head back and cried out, helpless to the craving this man provoked in her. She abandoned all sense of modesty, dug her fingers deep into Trent's hair, and pulled him closer still.

“Now, that's what I like. I want you quivering. I want you all hot and eager for me.”

Trent was merciless in his ministrations. He held her still with one powerful arm while the other palmed her mound possessively. He loved the way she responded to him. But what excited him most was the way she totally lost control of herself. It was all or nothing with Crystal.

He knew damn well it had been that very quality that had drawn him to her in the first place. When she made love, she did it with every ounce of her being. It was with all her heart, and it was everlasting. He knew of no other that would be so giving or love with so much energy. Any man would be lucky to have her, and Trent was selfish enough to want her for himself. He didn't deserve even a scrap of her goodness, but he wanted it anyway. Screw it, he was probably going to hell when he died; he might as well enjoy it while he could.

He felt Crystal pull his head toward her in a silent plea for his mouth to replace his fingers. Not good enough, Trent thought—she was going to have to tell him what she wanted. He wanted her to give in and let go.

“If you want my tongue inside you, baby, you're going to have to ask me for it.” She whimpered and pulled at his hair again, but he would not be swayed. “I want to kiss your swollen lips, angel. I want to taste your sweet juices so bad I think I'm going to explode from it. But I want to hear the lovely words from you first. That's not so much to ask, is it?”

He only had to wait a second before she raised her head back up and looked down at him. Her face flushed and her eyes were made more vivid by her arousal. When she spoke, it was all Trent could do not to throw her to the floor and delve in.

“You want me to tell you exactly what I want?” At his nod, she decided to go for broke. She had nothing to lose anyway, as she'd already given him her heart. “I want you to suck on my clit.” She took his dark, fiery look as a good sign so she continued, “I want your tongue thrusting inside me, and I desperately want you to push me to the floor and take me as hard and as fast as you want, for as long as you want, until we're both limp and sweating. I want you, and I'm not going to stop wanting you. Pretty please . . . fuck me.” She smiled sweetly and then whispered, “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Silence gathered between them for several heartbeats and then, “Jesus, woman.” Trent was amazed. She did it to him every time, turned him inside out and upside down until
he
was the quivering mass of need. It prompted him to say the first thing that came to mind. “You're like a drug to me, and I'm so gloriously fucking addicted.” Then he dipped into her and did as she'd asked so prettily. He parted her and sucked her swollen nub into his mouth. Her gasp was the most satisfying thing he'd ever heard. Never would he get enough of this woman. He knew that now. They could share eternity together and he would always want more of her.

He felt her hands in his hair once more, her fingers yanking until he felt the slightest amount of pain. The sting of her slender fingers pulling at his hair was sweet torture, and he knew she was close to coming. His tongue thrust inside her at last, just as she'd wanted, and he was the one to moan when he felt her climax building. He gave himself up to the pulsing vibrations of her tender flesh as his tongue mimicked what his cock wanted so badly to do, inching in and out of her tight opening, lapping at Crystal's creamy heat.

Her legs shook slightly around him, and Trent could feel her struggle to stay standing as she screamed out her pleasure. He gripped her harder with his arm, holding her in place. Not all women could come standing up, and he loved having this one particular woman in just such a place, he on his knees with her beautifully naked body all but draped around his face. The heels put her at just the right level, too. He'd have to remember that for their next time.

She was just so uninhibited and free with herself, it thrilled and humbled him that he was the one to see her in such a state of total abandon. He vowed no other man save for Mac would ever see her this way. He got angry just thinking of such a thing. She was his and Mac's. They'd do anything to keep her.

Trent mentally backed away from the intense, unfamiliar feelings and gave one last lingering kiss to her clitoris. She moaned and loosened her hold on his head. He leaned back on his haunches and stared up at her. Her face was flushed, with tendrils of sweat-soaked hair sticking to her cheeks. Her breasts, heaving with her rapid breathing, implored his mouth to suck and lick and taste. She had a serene smile on her face that kept Trent pinned in place.

How could he be so lucky to have such a woman as Crystal?

It scared him that she was rapidly becoming a very important part of his life. He wasn't about relationships or love-everlasting. Trent was about the here and now, doing what he had to do to survive. But as he looked at the woman who stood brazenly naked in his arms, Trent became aware of just how empty his existence was. Somewhere along the line, he had started yearning for more than just surviving. He wanted laughter and joy. He wanted it all.

Crystal was shaken to the core. She'd only ever been able to have such explosive orgasms with Trent and Mac. They'd been the only men over so many years who knew just where to touch her, just the right amount of pressure to exert, and when to give her the finish she craved.

Trent rose up to his full height and swept her into his arms. “Bedroom.”

Crystal sighed. She knew that look as well as that tone. He wouldn't be spilling any more truths for a while.

“To the right, and at the end of the hall,” she said, and then she proceeded to settle back against his hard chest.

Trent's lips kicked up at the corners. “I know.” He felt like smiling. She was the most enchanting woman he'd ever known. Damn, if she didn't appear to be made for him, too, as she quieted and relaxed in his arms. She was content with silence, knowing when questions were necessary and when to let their bodies do all the talking. Trent couldn't have asked for a better lover than Crystal.

He went down the hall she'd indicated and walked into her bedroom. He'd ignored her bedroom before, and even her apartment, for that matter. But seeing the intimate surroundings had him seeing her in a different light. She had a whimsical side to her, that much was obvious.

While Mollie's taste ran toward dramatic colors of blacks, whites, and reds, with modern-styled furnishings, Crystal's bedroom was just the opposite. It was like stepping right into the pages of a fairy tale. Unicorns, fairies, princesses, wizards, and even dragons were everywhere.

The king-sized bed was covered by a huge, fluffy comforter with a picture of a powerful white unicorn, the sky as its backdrop. Her bedside table lamp was shaped like an ominous green and purple dragon. There was a large, overstuffed chair that looked plenty big enough for the both of them—which gave him all sorts of interesting ideas for later. But its upholstery left much to be desired. There were fairies of all shapes, sizes and colors adorning it. Even the wallpaper had gotten into the act. It had all of the creatures mixed together. He felt as out of place as ever. Suddenly, Trent wasn't so sure of himself. It was a new and rather unpleasant feeling for him.

“This room makes me feel like an evil lord debauching the virgin maiden.”

Crystal sensed his hesitation and was quick to explain the odd motif. “You're no more an evil lord than I am a virgin.” She shifted awkwardly. “It's just that I've always loved fairy tales. Happily ever after and all that really does it for me. Of course, if you tell anyone I'll have to kill you.”

That drew his attention. Was she telling him what he thought she was telling him? “Are you saying no other man has ever been in your bedroom, baby?”

Crystal tried to be casual about it, but having Trent in the apartment, in her bedroom, was not at all a small matter. She'd never wanted to get close to a man. It hadn't been hard to keep her sex life separate from the rest of her life, until now.

Tonight was a night for truths, and she wasn't about to taint that by lying. “I've never wanted anyone in here, until now. Until you.”

Trent's heart swelled and his blood heated at hearing her bravely spoken declaration of love. And that was exactly what it was, too. She was telling him how much he meant to her.

“You make me want things with you that I've never wanted with any other woman,” he mumbled. He cringed at his inadequate words. When it came to speaking his feelings aloud, he was lost.

Crystal reached up and cupped his cheek. “I'm very glad I do.”

Neither of them spoke again as he walked them over to the bed. He laid her down in the center of it, tenderness engulfing him as her body was slowly surrounded by cottony softness. He began taking off his own clothes then. He wanted to rip away at them, but since she'd taken such strides to strip for him, he felt she was owed the same favor.

He started with the shirt, as she'd done. He undid one button at a time until it was hanging open, revealing a well-defined chest. He shifted his shoulders, and the shirt fell to the floor. She never took her eyes from him, and when he got to his pants, he was all but bursting with need. Her anticipation of what was to come driving him on. He unsnapped and unzipped and his erection happily sprang free.

Still, Trent made no move to join her on the bed. First, he wanted something from her. “Touch yourself for me. The way you did with Mac.” She looked puzzled and he explained, “Mac told me about the phone call. I pictured every move you made. I knew exactly what you looked like, but it drove me mad wishing I could be here, in this very room, watching you.”

She gave him that sexy, cat-that-ate-the-canary smile and then did as he'd proposed, one hand moving to her breast, the other to her mound. She arched her back and closed her eyes, fondling herself for his viewing pleasure. She was stunningly candid, and Trent could take only so much.

He went to her, moving over her aroused body, pinning her beneath his larger frame. Using his knee, Trent pushed her legs open wide and settled himself between them. Keeping himself from sinking into the cradle of her warmth was by far the hardest thing he'd ever done. But he wanted this to last a little longer. He didn't want it to end just yet. If he was being honest with himself, he'd admit that he also wanted to be the only man who could bring her such a wealth of pleasure. He wanted to be etched into her memory forever.

He took her hands and raised her arms above her head until she was stretched out under him like an offering. He held her in place by wrapping his hand around both her tiny wrists. Once he was satisfied that he truly had her right where he wanted her, he let his other hand have free rein. Stroking her wet folds open, he sank his finger inside. Crystal moaned and thrashed about. Seeing her breasts sway back and forth in her struggle for completion was the ultimate temptation to him. He took one round breast into his mouth and suckled the sensitive tip, when suddenly she screamed his name and came yet again.

Once her contractions subsided, Trent took his finger out of her and rubbed her juices over her other nipple. He licked and suckled it, lavishing it with the same amount of attention that he had the first. Once he was sure that both breasts were glistening and rosy from his ministrations, he pressed a gentle kiss to her mouth, then lifted his head up and away from her altogether. He let go of her hands and lifted off of her only long enough to flip her over and onto her stomach. He came back down atop her, caging her in with his arms at either side of her head, and drove his throbbing cock into her with one quick movement.

“Christ, you feel good,” he whispered into her ear. “So wet and tight and all mine.” The possessive words tumbled out of him, and he was pleased when he felt Crystal gasp and nod her head in agreement.

He held her still as he pumped into her from behind. He felt his own orgasm building, but he wasn't through with her, not just yet. He moved his hand beneath her hips and seized her clit between his index finger and thumb. Trent rolled the swollen nub, pinching and caressing, even as he impaled her tight sheath. When he felt Crystal's pleasure mounting, cresting, he moved his hips even faster, harder, until he was buried so deep he didn't ever want to leave the safe haven of her body. This time, when Crystal soared over the edge, she took Trent with her.

Trent became aware of two things at once. The first was that he was most assuredly crushing Crystal, and the second was that she wasn't protesting his heavy weight. He rolled off her and stared down at her prone body.

“Crystal?” His voice held a note of worry. Perhaps he'd been too eager, too rough. She was so small and delicate. Then she mumbled something and Trent reached out and grabbed her by the waist. He laid her out on top of him and then asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, just exhausted. Happy, but exhausted.”

Crystal's sleepy mumble was music to his ears. “You've not eaten yet. Once you have, you'll feel better.”

She gave a contented sigh, slipped down his body, and rested her cheek against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him, desperate to keep her with him now that their loving had come to an end. He wanted to bind her to him somehow, never let her go.