Body Shots (18 page)

Crystal came undone, screaming his name and arching high off the bed, but he held her firm as he swallowed every last drop of her tangy flow.

This time when he lifted his head, she was staring at him through half-raised lashes, the sexy hint of a smile on her face. Trent spoke, uncaring how his words affected her.

“I'm a selfish bastard, Crystal. If it were within my power, I'd make the world fall away and keep you here forever.” His throat felt like raw barbed wire had scored his throat.

She only stared at him. Unmoving. Her eyes seemed to look straight into his very soul. No woman had ever been able to do that to him. Trent didn't want to think too hard on such serious issues, however.

To take his mind off the out-of-control freight train of his thoughts, he slipped his hands beneath her hips, cupped her ass cheeks in his palms, and squeezed. She clenched up on him, drawing a grin from him.

“Before Mac and I came along, had you ever had a man's cock in your tight little ass, Crystal?”

Her face turned red.
I think not,
Trent thought with masculine delight.

“Good, I'm glad we're the only ones to touch you so intimately.”

That pushed her out of her delirium, and she began to shift and wiggle atop the bed, as if by doing so she could free herself. He knew better; the knot he had tied was secure.

“Trent, this is all becoming too much,” she said, her voice unsteady.”

“Shh, you trust me with your body, Crystal, I know you do. I won't hurt you. I will never do anything you don't wish. Just relax and let me show you how good you can feel, if only you will give yourself over to me.”

A long time passed with Crystal tense and afraid. Finally, she relented, but under one condition.

“Fine, but I want a safe word.”

That had his brow arching. “And how are you familiar with safe words?” It was a term used for couples who enjoyed bondage, dominance, and submissive-type sex. The idea that she might have done this with someone other than him and Mac, bothered Trent entirely too much. He had no right to inquire of her past relationships. He had a rather checkered past himself, and he would not relish an inquiry by her. Still, he was just chauvinistic enough to wish that he had been the only man to try such things with her.

But her next words had him sighing a little too vigorously in relief.

“I read about them in a romance book. The heroine was experimenting and wanted to be a slave to a master. They used a safe word, which meant that if she spoke it, the lovemaking stopped instantly,” she explained, and then calmly demanded, “So, I want a safe word.”

“You read some very interesting books, Crystal,” he murmured, amused and turned on at the same time. “What word would you like to be your safe word, baby?” His dick swelled painfully as they talked and images bombarded his head, making him want to flip her over to her stomach and slide into her tight, puckered opening.

“Bambi.”

Surely, Trent had not heard her correctly.

“Huh?”

She laughed, her body relaxing visibly as she grew increasingly more comfortable with their conversation. “It was the first thing that came to mind, don't ask me why.”

At that point, she could have said just about anything; it would not have mattered in the slightest.

“Bambi it is,” Trent whispered, then he locked his gaze with hers, slowly lowered his head, and kissed her gently between the legs. She moaned beautifully for him. Trent lifted off of her completely, knowing that she stared at his every movement, her anxious expression cutting through his haze of lust the way nothing else could.

Tenderly, Trent slipped his hands beneath her and turned her over to her belly, careful to keep her as comfortable as possible. He arranged her legs wider and made sure her wrists weren't bound too tight. He looked at her, lying in the center of the rumpled bed, the low light of the bedside lamp turning her skin golden. She was all spread out for his pleasure, her luscious body and plump bottom mere inches away from his eager fingers and cock, and he nearly whimpered like a whipped pup.

“You're a feast for my starving libido, Crystal.”

She turned her head to speak, and Trent helped her by moving her long dark hair away from her face.

“You've been with other women, Trent,” she said, her voice small and unsure. “Probably a lot of them were more exciting, prettier, and definitely with a bigger sense of adventure than me.”

“I won't deny that I've been with other women, but none could compare to you,” he told her as candidly as he knew how. “All I want is you. All I need is this.” And then he touched her, right where he'd wanted to touch her since they'd begun this wild back-and-forth dance.

The sleek skin of her ass was softer than any silk he'd ever touched. So round and firm and kissable.

So far away from his mouth.

On his knees between her legs, Trent leaned down and licked one smooth cheek from the crook of her leg to the small of her back. The startled sound that came from Crystal was not so much from fear, but from sexual hunger. He recognized her sounds already, her needy little whimpers and anxious groans. He wanted to make her scream with a satisfaction that only he could give her.

Moving off the bed completely, Trent asked, “Oil. Where do you keep your body oil?”

“Bathroom, underneath the sink, there's a bottle of massage oil.”

“Sit tight, baby, I'll be right back.”

“Hurry, Trent, before I lose my nerve.”

He touched the cleft of her ass and stroked her intimately. “Only desire at my hands, never pain, my pretty Crystal.”

She did not speak, but her body told him all that he needed. She believed him, and her total acceptance of him was something he'd never felt before—not even from his own family.

She was a treasure, and he meant to keep her.

Quickly, Trent retrieved the body oil and started out of the bathroom, but the words etched in a flowing calligraphy script across the blue bottle caught his attention. The label read,
Touch of Love Aromatherapy. Strawberry-Scented
.

Interesting, even if he was dangerously close to feeling seriously jealous as to the reason Crystal might have such a thing in her possession.

He left the bathroom and wasted no time in resuming his position between the silky thighs of the woman he loved. He popped the top of the bottle, watching for any signs of fear or worry from Crystal, but as he poured a small amount into his palm and smoothed his hands together to warm the slippery liquid, he could almost see Crystal's heart pick up speed. Her body went rigid at once. What did she think? That he would simply shove himself inside of her?

His aim was to prove to her that nothing between a man and woman should be dirty or wrong, so long as both parties agreed.

He touched her shoulders first, and he could tell she was surprised. Crystal had expected him to delve right in, but that was not his way. He savored and enjoyed.

Trent began moving his hands over her collarbone next, and then her neck got some of his attention. She had a long, elegant neck. He wanted to bite her elegant neck.

But not quite yet.

Then, as he skated his palms down her arms to her bound wrists, he could feel the hum of pleasure emanating from Crystal. He massaged the oil into the skin of her wrists, easing the restraint even more, so that her arms were now barely tied at all. For him it wasn't about the binding. The binding was only for enhanced stimulation. Pleasure and fulfillment came from her total submission. That was what turned Trent's blood to molten lava. And if she was able to get away, but chose to give all control to him instead, then he had not only her body but her trust, as well.

Once Trent was satisfied that he'd made her as comfortable as possible, he poured more oil into his palms and touched her spine. He took utmost care in massaging each vertebrae, feeling her body slump as she relaxed even more. Only then did he lean down to place a small kiss to a spot that he'd already massaged.

“Strawberry, huh?” he asked against her slippery skin, his curiosity over why she might have sensual body oil getting the better of him.

“I, well, I thought maybe I'd try something different with Richard. I thought that maybe if I put more effort into our sex life, he'd be more interested in me.”

“Richard,” Trent grumbled, “was an ass.”

Crystal laughed and said, “Pretty much.”

He smoothed his fingertips over her lower back then, and growled, “You're spice enough for any man, Crystal. Props are unnecessary.”

“Mm, I don't think I can talk with you doing that. Oh my, that feels so incredible. You're one talented man, Trent. I think I've died and gone to heaven.”

He smiled, cocky and turned on all at once.

He let his fingers drift over the small indentations above her bottom, and then murmured, “You're being a very good little sex slave, Crystal. Shall I reward you?”

“Oh yeah, please reward me, Trent.”

Trent let his slick fingers slide between her ass cheeks, and then slid one finger up and down. Over and over again, making certain she was completely slick with the massage oil before he slipped it into her a bare inch. He felt her startled intake of breath at the slight invasion. Still, she didn't use the safe word.

“Will you beg for me?” he asked in a heated command, as the need to fill her with his cock instead of his finger began to ride him hard.

Her body, once gone pliant, was now strung tight, and her quiet voice pleaded with him. “Anything, Trent, just please give me my reward.”

“Mm, in just a little bit. For now, I want to lube you up so that when my cock slides in it will feel so incredibly warm and full. You will crave this type of lovemaking once I'm through, I promise you.”

“Yes, yes! Oh God, it just feels so . . . I don't know how to describe it.”

“It feels forbidden,” he answered wickedly. “You're my forbidden pleasure, Crystal Shaw.”

She mumbled something that he could not quite make out, and then he went on explaining the way it would feel when his cock was thrusting into her tight ass.

“The warmth from my finger and the oil, mixing with the sensitive nerve endings just inside of your tight opening, it's making you want my cock there, isn't it? You'll love me filling you. Spreading you open and pumping into you. Tell me. Admit it, slave! You want more, don't you?”

“Yes, Trent, I do want more. I want you there very badly.”

Just what he wanted to hear.

He leaned over her and whispered into her ear, “You will be able to feel every throb. Every inch will feel like another taste of paradise. Then, when I come, you will feel the heat of it shooting through you. Would you like me to come inside of you? Right here”—he wiggled his finger for emphasis—“in this tight little ass?”

“Oh yes. You make me want it, Trent. I've never felt so ready to come and you've not even touched my clit. Please don't make me wait any longer!” she cried, her eager passion equal to his own.

“No. Not yet. First, I want to make sure you're ready for me. Two fingers now.”

Slowly, allowing her body to adjust to the invasion, Trent slid two fingers into Crystal. She moaned and spread her legs further, pushing backward against his hand, as if it weren't enough. As if it would never be enough. It was just the way he wanted her.

“Now you're ready,” he ground out. Trent's body was on fire and his dick was aching for release. He couldn't wait another second to be inside this woman.

He reached for the bottle of oil once more and slicked some over his throbbing shaft, already swollen and dripping with precome at the thought of being buried deep. Gently, Trent separated the round globes of Crystal's backside and touched the head of his cock to her entrance, then slowly moved a mere inch inside. It was such sweet torture to hold back from thrusting deep. From fucking her hard and fast, the way his body so desperately craved.

“Oh Trent.”

Her quivery voice saying his name as if a caress made Trent want to howl in triumph. Her body vibrated beneath his, and as he slipped in another inch, she whimpered and bucked wildly.

“Easy, baby. Let me take you there slowly. I want to build the pleasure for you, so you will always feel me there, even when I'm not.”

Then another inch more and she was thrusting herself backward, taking control of their lovemaking in such a way that both surprised and pleased him. Her body bowed and he had to clutch her hips to keep from going in too far too fast.

“Gently, Crystal,” he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument.

She was new to the things Trent and Mac were introducing her to, and she didn't understand that they needed to go slow. He refused to hurt her—despite the way his primal instincts kept battering at him to fill her completely. He ached to show her every possible way a man could make love to a woman.

Holding her firmly by the hips to keep her body still for his slow invasion, Trent heard Crystal let loose a needy whimper. The yearning-filled, delicate sound turned his heart to mush, and he gave her yet another heated inch of hard flesh, unable to deny her. In the same instant, he took his right hand from her hip and toyed with the lovely little bud of her clitoris. Fascinated, as she became a slave to her body's delicious sensations. She moaned and pushed against him as her orgasm took her. It was sheer ecstasy to bring her to new heights of pleasure. She was ten thousand more times the woman than any other.

“Now, Crystal,” he whispered. “All of me. Do you want me to fill your pretty little ass?”