Straddling the Line

FIFTEEN

TREVOR HAD NEVER BEEN WITH A WOMAN AS RESPONSIVE as Haven. Her taste, her scent, the way she moved and unraveled for him, was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

The women he’d been with before were practiced. Almost too damn perfect. It wasn’t something he could put a finger on, but it was like they were trying to meet his expectations.

Where was the fun in that?

Haven reached for her own pleasure, and God, he couldn’t get enough of it—of her.

And now she’d opened the box of condoms and held one between her fingers as she scooted up on the bed and spread her legs. An invitation. She looked beautiful sitting there, expecting him, waiting for him. He wasn’t about to ignore her summons. He was hard, aching, his balls heavy with come.

He climbed onto the bed and took the packet from her hand. He applied the condom, acutely aware of the way she watched his every movement. He kneeled between her legs and slid his fingers into her hair, capturing her lips for a kiss. She grasped his arms and held him there, and when he slid his tongue in her mouth, she sucked.

His balls tightened, his cock lurching toward her like some kind of goddamned divining rod. It knew where it was supposed to be. Her room was thick with the smell of sex—a sweet, musky perfume that made him eager to bury himself inside her and see if she was as sweet and as hot as he’d been imagining.

He moved back and grasped her ankles, then pulled her down the bed, cupping her ankles, sliding his hands over the softness of her flesh as he mapped his fingers over her legs.

And still, she watched him. He didn’t mind, loved looking at the darkening color of her eyes, seeing the deepening passion there. He swept his hand over her sex. She was wet, quivering, ready for him.

Yeah, he was ready, too.

He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, eased the first inch in, watching her as he lifted one of her legs and bent her knee to widen her for his entry.

Her breathing quickened as he pushed in. She was slick, her pussy hot as he slid home.

“Yes, Trevor,” she whispered, then wrapped her legs around him and brought him all the way in.

He looked at her, the rapture on her face, and then stilled to experience the way she surrounded him. Tight, hot, squeezing his cock and pulsing around him. He had to take a few seconds to breathe in and out, to center himself, because all he wanted to do was let go, to release everything he’d held inside for the past few hours.

But then she reached for his face, tracing her fingertips over the scar above his right eyebrow. It seemed so incongruous to the heat and sexuality that beat between them. He calmed, took a deep breath, and moved within her.

“Damn, Trevor, you’re big,” she said.

Not the first time he’d heard that. He held his torso off her with the palms of his hands and looked down at her. “Do you need me to stop?”

“No. Don’t stop. If you stop I swear to God I’ll kill you.”

He smiled at her. “Okay, then. You let me know what works for you.”

“No problem there. You fucking me is working for me right now. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

Again, she gave commands, and he was happy to comply. “I like being inside you, Haven. I like it a lot.” He cupped her butt and lifted her hips, then drove in deeper. She gasped, and raked her nails along his forearms.

“Yeah, I like that, too. Do it again.”

He did, sliding in, then pulling out, only to ease back in, this time with a little more force. And when he did, he ground against her, making sure to give her clit plenty of attention.

Haven arched her back and widened her legs. “Oh, yes. Like that. A lot more like that. It feels so good.”

He loved the sound of her voice when she was lost in the throes of passion. She dropped an octave and added some gravel to her voice. And since she’d tilted her head back, she gave him an opportunity to lick her neck.

“Oh, my God, Trevor. You keep doing that while you’re fucking me, you’re going to make me come again.” This time, her voice begged, and he knew it wasn’t a complaint.

“I like the way you taste, Haven,” he whispered against her neck. “All over. I like your skin, the way you breathe, and I especially like the way you move when I’m inside you. You make me want to come hard.”

She lifted her head and met his gaze, her eyes glazed with passion. “Yes. I want that. I need you to come. I need you to feel what I’ve felt. It’s so good.”

And then there were no words because he was lost in her depths, and now it was his turn to do nothing but feel. He knew he could get her there, but as he powered into her with a thrust, she tightened around him and, oh, man, the sounds of her moans and whimpers as she came just wrecked him. That was the end for him, because all he wanted was to let go.

When he released, it was like he’d been catapulted from his own skin. He grabbed hold of Haven and thrust deeply into her when he came. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he shuddered through an epic climax that left him sweating and shaking, glad he had Haven to hold on to as a lifeline.

His breaths sawed in and out. He took a few more, catching his breath, swiping his hands over her face. She looked up at him, her eyes clear as she smiled at him. He bent and brushed his lips over hers, getting lost in the way she tasted, rolling over and bringing her with him, liking that they were still so intimately connected.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to let her go. But he did, pulling her out of the bed with him so they could go into her bathroom and clean up a bit. He glanced at her in the mirror. She looked tired, so he climbed into bed with her and she laid her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and she was out within minutes.

He lay there listening to her breathe, enjoying the feel of her body snuggled up next to his.

Eventually, he closed his eyes and drifted off.