Trevor
I wake to the warmth of Shana’s body against mine, or more accurately, mine against hers. While waking with a hard-on isn’t unusual, having the woman of my dreams in bed beside me is. Reaching out, I run my fingers through her beautiful sex-mussed hair on the pillow beside me. In the morning light, the golden hue catches my attention while beneath my fingers, the soft curls remind me of spun corn silk. It’s my fantasy come to life.
I don’t try to suppress my smile as I recall how Shana’s hair became tousled.
It’s as my mind goes back to last night that my body responds. I shouldn’t want her again, not after all we did, but I do. Closing my eyes, I recall everything after our initial sonic connection. I remember carrying her to the bed, the way she stared up at me with her big blue eyes. My fingers twitch to touch her smooth skin as they remember unbuttoning her dress...
Last night...
Fuck!
Shana’s smile lights up the hotel suite as she willingly gives me access to each tiny button on the front of her dress. It’s like opening a package you’ve anticipated, one where you know the contents, but yet the reality is exceedingly better than the description.
The tiny lace cups pushing her tits upward have a small clasp between them. Without a word, I unlatch it, opening the package and moving aside the packaging. Perfect and round, I lean forward, sucking one and then the other between my lips. Each time I trace her hard nipple with my tongue, her back arches and the best soft mews fill my ears.
Slowly, I ease the dress from her body, leaving the unfastened bra as the only piece of remaining clothing. “Miss Price, I believe you’re still overdressed.”
Her head shakes from side to side, her long golden hair billowing against the pillow in waves at each movement. “And I’m going to stay that way until you join me.”
“Oh, my lady, I’m right here.”
“No, Trevor. I’ve been dreaming about you since Indianapolis. I want to see all of you, from your wide chest to those sexy thighs.”
I lift my brow. “Thighs are sexy?”
Her giggle fills the suite. “Oh, come on. You know women have turn-ons as much as men.”
As I stand and remove my shirt, Shana’s grin brightens as her beautiful blue eyes search my torso and below.
Following her line of vision, I see my not-fully-erect penis. It’s not that I’m not game. It’s that we just were going at it pretty hard. A man needs a moment or two to regroup.
“Give me a minute,” I say with a shrug.
She reaches up and palms my length, the blood immediately returning as I harden again under her grasp.
“Fuck, Shana.”
“That’s right. And you will,” she coos. “First, I want those pants gone.” Her gaze drops to the floor beside the bed. “And your shoes. Seriously, you’re still wearing your shoes?”
“What can I say? I was a man on a mission.”
She crosses her arms behind her head, the movement pushing her tits higher. And while I’m distracted by all of her lain out before me, it’s her gaze that has me captivated. “I’m waiting,” she says with a smirk.
“You made me hard again. Maybe we should fuck first and reveal what’s under these pants later.”
“Oh no. I want to see all of you.”
I shake my head as one by one my shoes, socks, and finally my trousers and boxers find their way to the floor. It feels odd and yet right to be standing fully naked in her sight. “I hope you like what you see. It’s the only Italian pastry I have.”
Again, she reaches toward me as she sits up. I close my eyes as she runs her hand up and down my length, adding the second hand as her grip fully surrounds me. “Fuck…”
I open my eyes as Shana moves to her knees and crawls to the edge of the bed. Before I can comment or say a word, she leans forward, taking me between her lips. Looking like a goddess, her long hair creates a veil around her. I can’t see her face, but holy fuck, what she’s doing behind her hair with her hands and lips…my knees are about to give out.
It’s the best damn blowjob of my life, but I can’t let her take me all the way. It has nothing to do with finishing. It has everything to do with needing to be back inside her.
I reach for her face. The room fills with the sound of a pop as she comes off me, and her eyes meet mine. “You’re absolutely perfect.”
Her smile grows.
“But, Shana, I really want to be inside you again. I want to do it right so you’ll fall asleep knowing I was there.”
She scoots back. “If what you just did was wrong, then please, never do it right.”
When she lies back, I crawl on top of her. “Not wrong, my lady, different. I want to take you slowly and completely.” I let my cock tease her entrance as she wiggles beneath me, spreading her legs farther… “I want to take you to that edge and ease you back until you scream my name, until your only relief is me.” My eyes close as I slide inside her warm, soft glove. Our earlier lovemaking has left her ready as her body arches and I bury myself.
“Yes.”
Ever so slowly, I move, taking time to kiss her slender neck, her collarbone, and nibble her perky tits. Each ministration is torture for us both. I’m using every trick I’ve ever known to not wildly ravage her again. She feels too good. I’m on the edge. My restraint is waning when her face contorts, neck strains, and her perfect lips form an “O.”
“Baby, are you there?”
Her head nods quickly as I ease out.
“W-what?” She looks up at me.
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
“Trevor?”
Her gaze disappears as I taunt her breasts and move slowly over her stomach.
“Trevor, no. I can’t wait.”
Her protest falls on deaf ears as I lower my lips to her swollen core. Her objections grow louder, turning quickly from disapproval to approval as I tease, suck, and lick. She’s sweet and creamy, the best dessert on this planet. She and Kimbra may joke about cannoli, but fuck, my lady is better than any warm glaze.
My grip upon her strengthens, holding her in place as her hips begin to buck. It’s as her legs grow rigid and her toes begin to curl that I move over her, thrusting deep inside as she screams out my name.
I’m lost to the waves as her pussy grips me, squeezing me until I’m over the edge. I hope she’s right about the insert, because, damn, there’s no way I can move as my orgasm continues filling her with my seed.
Once our breathing settles and we finally move apart, Shana lays her head on my shoulder. With my arm around her, I smooth the strands of hair away from her beautiful eyes.
“Thank you,” I say.
“I think I should be thanking you. I’m completely wrung out.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Oh yes, Trevor, it’s a very good thing.”
Easing her head to the pillow, I lift mine higher. “Tell me about this weird thigh fetish.”
Shana’s laugh rings through the suite. “It’s not a fetish. I don’t scope out guys’ thighs. Tell me what you notice on women.”
I trace the side of her face. “I notice smiles. A sincere smile is sexier than lingerie.”
“Hmm. I thought you liked me in that white negligee.”
“I think I like you even better out of it.”
Her eyes open wide. “Was it…I mean, could you… see… was it transparent under those lights?”
“What?” I lean back. “Are you fucking kidding me? Once I realized it was you, it took everything to not get up on that stage and cover you with my suit coat. If it had been see-through, I would have probably been arrested.”
Her facial expression relaxes. “Good.”
“Did you think it was? Why would you go out there?”
“No. I didn’t think it was. It was just something Stephen said. I think he was trying to boost my confidence.”
I shake my head. “You seem very confident to me.”
“And you, Trevor Willis, are the least awkward man I’ve ever known.”
I lean down and kiss her lips. “Maybe we bring out the best in one another?”
“I think we do,” she says as her eyes close and she snuggles closer. “Trevor, can you stay the night?”
“I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
The morning light seeps around the blinds as Shana’s wondrous eyes blink open. Just as quickly, her lips curve upward into a lovely smile.
“You stayed,” she says, her voice gravelly with sleep.
“I did. I need to leave soon, but I didn’t want to go while you were asleep.”
“If I pretend I’m asleep, will you stay?”
“I’d rather you be awake.”
As she snuggles closer, my erection makes itself known. “Oh, I may not be able to walk today at work, but I just found the best way to wake.”
I laugh. “It wasn’t exactly a treasure hunt.”
“Hmm. It was…” She reaches for my length, stroking the tightening skin. “…and I found the treasure.”
I bite my lip as she takes me to that place between heaven and hell. My goal is heaven and she’s right beside me. “Shana, I’ll take it slow, so you can walk.”
Her blue eyes shine as she releases me. Lying back, she shakes her head against the pillow and beckons me over her. “Walking is overrated.”