Chapter Twelve

 

* MEGAN *

 

Trent wasted no time. He pushed me back onto the blanket and then lay beside me, leaning over me so that his mouth could meet mine. His lips were warm like always, and I felt the fire of his touch beginning to spread through me.

Perhaps it was my imagination, but he felt like he was even tenderer than usual today. Once we got going, he would ride me hard, I knew. And that was exactly what I wanted. But right here, right now, at the very beginning of making love, he was savoring every kiss and every touch. He was treating me like a treasure, and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. I was the luckiest girl in the world. There had been so many bumps in the road over the last few years, but I knew now that I wouldn’t change a thing. Not when it had all been leading me to this.

“You taste like champagne and strawberries,” he said in his huskiest voice. He always spoke in that tone when he was getting ready to make love to me, and it always sent a thrill through me. Today, more than ever, I felt that thrill. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted his hands and mouth all over my body. I wanted us to be one.

“So taste me,” I teased.

He let out a low growl. “I think I will. But it’s not just your mouth I want to taste.”

He reached down and pulled me up into a sitting position so that he could pull off my tank top. Then he unclasped my bra and tossed it aside into the sand before pushing me down onto my back again.

“I want to taste your nipples, too,” he said. He put his mouth over one nipple and reached his hand up to grab the other one. I whimpered as he sucked, chewed, and twisted at my hard nubs, sending shockwaves of electricity through my entire being with each movement. I could feel the last rays of the sun warm on my skin, but that didn’t come close to comparing to the heat I could feel building in my core. Trent always set me on fire, and one of the biggest ways he stoked those flames was to play with my nipples and breasts. It always undid me when he began to nibble at me there, and right now I was feeling more undone than ever.

My core trembled with anticipation, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter between my legs. I arched my back, trying to contain the crazy passion that filled me. As Trent continued to tantalize my breasts, I reached down to pull at his t-shirt. I wanted to feel his skin against my skin. I wanted to see his broad, sculpted chest, and revel in the fact that it was mine. I wanted all of him.

He pulled back enough so that I could get the shirt off, but instead of going back to my nipples, he slid down and began to unbutton my cutoff shorts.

“There’s more I want to taste,” he said, looking up at me through his eyelashes. His gaze was so intense that I was instantly trembling again. The hunger in his eyes left no doubt as to how badly he wanted me.

“Trent,” I whispered. I loved the sound of his name on my lips. It was a good, strong name, and he was a good, strong man. My man. My fiancé.

Fiancé.

I could hardly believe it was true—could hardly believe that he had chosen me. And yet, one glance down at the ring on my finger told me that I wasn’t imagining things. That ring was very, very real as it sparkled in the sunset.

And Trent was making very, very quick work of taking off my shorts and panties, which were completely soaked at this point with the juices of my desire.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said, sounding immensely pleased. “Always so wet.”

I gave a slight moan in response. Trent pretty much only had to look at me with one of his suggestive glances, and I would get impossibly turned on. So it was no surprise that once we started making out, I was completely gone.

What was a surprise was that he was leaning his face down now, and positioning it right between my legs. He’d never done that before, and I panicked.

“Wait! What are you doing?” All I could think was that he wasn’t going to like the way I smelled or tasted down there. I had never had a guy put his tongue inside of me before. What if Trent was grossed out by me?

“Relax, babe,” he said. I felt his nose gently brush against my outer folds, and I trembled. “I promise you’re going to like this. I promise I’m going to like this.”

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and decided to take him at his word. Besides, I knew Trent well enough to know that when he really wanted something, he would find a way to have it. And I could tell that he definitely wanted to taste me down there.

He slipped his tongue past my clit, and I trembled. A burst of heat and electricity flashed across my body, and he definitely noticed how quickly he had affected me. He growled, and moved his tongue back and forth with authority, teasing my clit and then going deeper, lapping up the juices of my arousal. Even though he’d spent plenty of time with his finger or his dick inside of me in the last week, I found that his tongue affected me in a slightly different way. The way he sucked, licked, and pulled at my most sensitive skin with his mouth very quickly sent a wave of impossibly hot passion through me. I forgot to worry about what he was thinking of me, because all I could think about was that I was about to explode.

The pressure in my core as his tongue teased me soon reached the point where it had to spill over, and I screamed out his name again as the waves of release came over me. My whole being was on fire, and each spasm sent delicious, burning pleasure radiating through me.

Trent pulled away as the spasms of pleasure slowly ebbed, and he grinned at me with complete satisfaction.

“You taste amazing,” he said. “Every party of you.”

I grunted, unable to even make an attempt at forming coherent words right now. In that moment I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to speak normally again. Trent had made me feel so far beyond amazing that all I could do was lie there and desperately try to catch my breath.

But he wasn’t done yet. He moved a little to the left so that I could feel his stiff erection against my leg. He rubbed it against my calf, and I groaned again.

“Feel that, Meg? It’s coming for you.”

My core immediately started to burn with tingling pressure once again. No matter how many times in a day we made love, I could never get enough of his giant, rock-hard cock. From the moment he’d taken my virginity, I hadn’t been able to think of anything except him inside of me. It was the most exquisite pleasure I’d ever known, and I could not get enough.

But I was about to get more.

With a growl, Trent flipped me over onto my stomach. I squeaked in surprise. He’d never come at me from this way before, but I guess today was going to be a day of firsts. And what a first it was.

He pulled my legs apart behind me, and I could feel the thick, round tip of his dick pressing against my entrance from behind. I shuddered with delight, then shuddered again as he reached to squeeze his hands between my chest and the picnic blanket, gripping each of my breasts firmly like they were handles. Searing heat began overtaking my body once again.

“You’re so wet,” Trent said from behind me, his voice sounding strong and pleased. “So ready for me, my little fiancée.”

“Take me,” I gasped. And in the next instant, he did. He rammed into me from behind, and somehow it felt like he was going deeper into me from this position than he ever had before. He squeezed my breasts tightly with each thrust, as his rock hard dick took me over and over. He slammed in and out, in and out. The perfect amount of roughness. I liked it a little bit rough, and he was happy to oblige.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “All mine.”

I didn’t respond, other than to moan again and grasp for something to hold onto. My hands were stretched out in front of me, and all that was there was sand. I gripped two large handfuls of it as I felt the pressure within me reaching a crescendo once again. Trent’s erection rubbed against every sensitive cell inside my inner walls, driving me crazy until finally there was nothing more to do than give in.

I screamed out—a long, primal scream of desire and satisfaction—as I felt myself cum. My inner walls clenched around him with more force than ever, and the sweet, electric heat that came with those spasms filled my body. I gripped the sand tighter and let the waves of pleasure take me under.

A few moments later, Trent followed me over the edge. I felt him cum inside me as he roared. His pulsing dick pushed against the tremors of my own body, and together we panted and moaned through the sweet, sweet release rocking our bodies.

When finally the earthquakes inside of us began to settle, Trent pulled his hands away from my breasts and pulled out of me. He gave my ass an affectionate slap from behind before coming to lie beside me on the towel, choosing to lie on his stomach as well. He turned his head so that he was looking over at me, and his smile melted my insides all over again.

The last bit of orange light lit up his face as the sunset show slowly came to an end. I reached out to stroke the side of his face with my left hand, and let out a happy sigh when I saw my ring sparkling in the dying light.

“We haven’t been using protection,” Trent murmured, looking at me with eyes drunk on love. I imagined my eyes looked pretty much the same.

“I know,” I said. Then I reluctantly added, “We should probably do something about that, huh?”

“We could. Or…we could just try for a baby together.”

My heart pounded in my chest all over again, and I smiled shyly at him. “I…I think I’d like that very much.”

He reached over and pulled me close. “Good. Because I would too. I want lots of children with you, and I don’t want to wait to start our family. I don’t want to wait to start forever.”

I sighed happily and nestled my face against his warm chest. Forever. What a beautiful word, so full of promise. A word made so much better by knowing that I would be sharing forever with Trent.

It had always been him in my heart. I was just glad I had finally realized it, and that he had too.