How to Save A Life

Chapter 13

"That was too fast," Trey complained into her hair. He'd just climbed back into bed after disposing of the condom.

"Sorry."

"No, no, not you. It was me. I wanted it to last." Forever.

"Oh." She lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes sparkled with sexual satisfaction, her lips fuller and darker from his kisses. Her hair was a fiery gold tangle around her head. "Well, I'm not going anywhere."

He smiled. He pushed her away from him, down onto her back and rose up on one elbow to study her. "Good. Because I want to take my time." The rest of their lives might not be enough time for what he wanted to do to her.

His fingertips stroked from her mouth, down to her throat, over her breastbone, between her luscious breasts, over her belly. He stopped at the sparkly little jewels in her bellybutton. "I want to get to know every part of your body. I like this." He gently flicked the barbell.

"Thank you." Her voice was breathy.

"Very sexy." His finger continued, moving lower, stroking through the dark gold curls between her legs. "I want to find all the places that make you crazy," he whispered, looking at her body everywhere he touched. His finger slid lower, into the warm, wet folds. "I want to taste you...here."

He glanced at her face. Her eyes were wide, fascinated, dark with desire, her lips parted.

"I want to lick you and suck on you until you come."

A ragged moan escaped her. She licked her lips.

He turned his attention back to the hand he had buried in her pussy. "Open your legs, sweetheart."

She slowly parted her thighs, giving him better access, and he slicked his fingers up and down. She was wet, so wet and slippery. The sweet musk scent of her rose from his hand as he stroked her. Christ, that was sexy.

He leaned down to kiss her breast, taking one taut nipple into his mouth to suck, run his tongue over, then the other. She tasted like berries, sun-warm and sweet. He kissed the underside of each breast, loving the full curves there, and felt her drag in a sharp breath. He pressed a kiss to her smooth, flat belly, just below her pierced navel, then took the barbell into his mouth and gently tugged on it, eliciting another gasp. He smiled against her flesh.

He shifted his body down the bed to press kisses on each hipbone, then the tender flesh just below, flicking his tongue out to give her little licks on that sensitive place. Her legs twitched restlessly on the bed. "Do you like that?" he murmured.

"I...love...it."

He pulled one thigh toward him, then pushed the other away to open her even more. "Yeah," he said with satisfaction. "I want to see you, too. See how pretty you are." He studied her intimately, admiringly, while his fingers stroked, spreading her slick moisture over her labia, finding her swollen clitoris. When he brushed it, her whole body jerked and quivered. "Oh, yeah." Then he pushed his middle finger inside her, as far as he could, and her hips arched into his hand. He added another finger, her body making soft, wet, sucking noises around his fingers as he thrust in and out.

With excruciating pleasure, he watched as pale, thick fluid oozed out of her around his fingers. His cock grew so hard he hurt, watching how aroused she was. The fluid trickled down, between the cheeks of her ass and, with fascination, he watched it drip onto the bed. He'd never seen a woman so outrageously aroused and it turned him on to the point of pain.

He had to taste her, now, and he leaned forward and lapped up her cream, inhaling deeply, filling himself with her sweet, spicy scent. She shuddered at his touch, her hands going to his hair.

"That feels so good, Trey." She groaned. "God, I want more."

"Mmm." He buried his face between her legs, keeping his fingers inside her, thrusting and licking. His tongue slid up one side, down the other, then up over her clit, making her twitch hard again. She tasted so sweet, and sensation sizzled up his spine. He took her in his mouth and sucked, tongued her again and sucked, then with supreme care, he used his teeth to hold her little clit while he rubbed his tongue over it.

She came then, hard, pressing up into his mouth, crying out. She kept tugging ineffectually at his short hair, but gave up and just held his head against her pussy. He smiled against her, absorbing her enthusiastic and male ego boosting response. When he felt her quaking body grow still, he lifted his mouth from her, looked up her body, met her glazed eyes. She stared back at him, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, and he loved he'd done that to her. His massively engorged dick throbbed with the need to come.

His own heart was racing and he fought the impulse to bury himself in her, but her inner muscles were still contracting around his fingers and it sent him over. He fumbled around over the chaotic bedcovers for another condom, finally finding the packet. He ripped it open and rolled it on. He rose up on his knees and positioned himself between her legs, sliding his elbows beneath her knees and folding her legs back.

The sight of her, spread and open, gleaming and pink, did him in. His patient restraint blew apart and he thrust into her, hard.

She cried out.

Deep, throbbing, biting desire raged through him, an urgent need to have her, take her. He buried himself in her wet heat, lost, out of control, pounding hard into her soft body. With a ferocious groan, his balls tightened and pleasure swept from his cock outward, all the way to his toes, and he convulsed and exploded. His head went back, his body arched and tightened as he poured into her.

"Marli," he gasped, when he had enough air in his lungs, and slumped over her. He released her legs slowly, stroking his hands down her thighs as she stretched them out behind him. "God, Marli."

He slowly withdrew from her body and collapsed beside her, flinging one arm across her. She hugged his arm in a tender gesture that made him feel big, strong and...weak. He squeezed his eyes closed against the emotions rising up inside him.

Then concern for her overrode everything else, and he lifted his head to look at her. "Are you okay?" He reached up with fingers that trembled and touched her cheek. She looked back at him, capturing him with that green and gold gaze, and the warmth and tenderness in her eyes made his breath stick in his throat.

"I'm fine." She reached up to press his hand to her cheek.

He exhaled. "Okay. I was afraid I'd hurt you. I got a little carried away."

"I like that you got carried away." She turned her mouth to his hand and kissed his palm. "I love that I do that to you."

Oh.

He flopped back down on the bed and covered his eyes with his free hand. Marli was looking really...loving. God, he hoped she wasn't going to get all emotional just because they'd had sex. His gut tightened.

"Trey?"

He tensed, kept his eyes covered. "Yeah?"

"Life is really precious, isn't it?"

He swallowed. His chest squeezed painfully, and he reached for her, pulled her into his arms, buried his face in her hair. "Yeah."

Marli turned on her cell phone and punched in the number for her voice mail, biting her lip. "You have sixteen new messages." Her heart sank. She looked at the phone, then flipped it closed and tossed it onto the hotel bed beside her.

She fell back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Her life was a mess.

Then why did she feel so incredibly good?

She smiled. Must have been the hot sex and too many screaming orgasms to count last night.

"What?" Trey emerged from the bathroom, toweling his short hair dry, another towel wrapped around his lean hips.

She turned her head to look at him. Awesome. She wanted him again. She held out her arms.

He came and stood at the end of the bed, between her legs and looked down at her, his eyes hot and glittery, drops of water sparkling on his broad, brown shoulders.

"Drop the towel," she commanded softly.

With slow movements, he pulled the tucked-in edge of the towel out, drawing it across his body, then let it drop. Marli's mouth went dry as she stared at him. He was a Greek god. Her fingers itched to touch him, run over those sleek, hard muscles. She loved the indentations in his hips, the big, thick muscles of his thighs, and especially she loved... Whew. He was hard. Again.

"You're beautiful," she told him frankly.

His cheekbones darkened a bit at her open scrutiny. Then he picked up her knees and opened her legs. All she wore was one of his Tshirts, so the movement exposed her intimately to him. She bit her lip. He'd already seen more of her than anyone else in the world, and she might be embarrassed, except the way he looked at her told her he liked what he saw.

"You are gorgeous."

"This isn't going to work."

His lips curved and he gauged the distance between his cock and her vagina. He was tall and the bed was low.

"You're right." He lowered her legs. "Turn over."

She blinked at him, then slowly rolled. The bed gave as he climbed on behind her, then his hands lifted her hips into the air. She pushed up onto her elbows, excitement and desire making her throb and ache.

He held her hips, his knees ruthlessly shoving her legs apart, then he thrust into her from behind. "Oh!" She lowered her forehead to the mattress as he filled her, withdrew, filled her again. He slid in and out, strokes getting faster, harder, his flesh slapping against hers, and it was so incredibly erotic. She pushed her butt back against him to deepen the thrust and heard him growl.

She pushed her hand down under herself, finding her clit.

"Yeah, honey, that's it," he muttered, pumping into her. "Make yourself come."

She moaned as she rubbed herself. Every stroke of his cock inside her made each stroke of her fingers more intense and a fast, hard orgasm shook her, sending her flying into shimmering, shuddering ecstasy.

She was still riding the wave when he tensed and tightened against her, thrust hard once, twice...then withdraw. She whimpered, but then felt liquid warmth on her back and she dimly realized he hadn't used a condom. He held her hips with hard fingers as he spurted onto her.

"God," he gasped. "Sorry, sorry."

She couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. As he pulled away, she stretched out her legs so she lay flat on her stomach and buried her face in her arms. She heard him go into the bathroom, heard water running and then he was wiping off her back with a warm, wet cloth.

Tenderly, carefully he cleaned her, even moving the cloth gently down between her legs.

"I'm sorry," he said again.

She rolled over, arms above her head, one knee bent. "It's okay," she assured him, her heart still thumping madly. "I'm just glad you remembered, 'cause I sure wasn't thinking about that."

He stood there looking down at her, naked and gorgeous, still half-hard and throbbing, his face solemn. "I shouldn't have done that," he said, his voice low and a bit shaky. "It's too big a risk."

"Chill," she told him, a bit puzzled by his intensity. "I'm on the pill. I won't get pregnant and...I won't give you anything."

His eyes widened. "Oh. Okay. Well, I...I... Shit." His throat worked. "I'd better get tested."