Page 66 of Common Grounds

He chuckles darkly, gently pushing me back to the bed. I collapse onto the pillows, propping myself up enough so I can watch as he hovers over me, careful to avoid pressing his injured side against mine.

“I suppose we did, sreco.” He lowers his mouth to my neck again, his chest barely grazing mine. I shiver at the nickname and its new, added meaning.

He kisses my collarbone. “I won’t fight your ex again,” he continues, “but you’d better not show this lingerie to anyone else, either.”

“That sounds like an even trade.”

Apparently satisfied, he reaches a hand down to cup between my legs. I roll my hips to chase the pressure of his palm, but it’s not enough. I want every inch of his skin against mine, and I want it now. I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up and over his head. He helps me get it off and tosses it on the ground. He kneels over me to undo the fly of my jeans, and he pulls them off to expose matching red lace panties.

He runs a hand down his face. “Fuck, Emery.”

I trail a finger lightly over my torso to the waistband of my panties, my eyes never leaving his. “Yes, please,” I say with a knowing smile.

He’s on me fast, claiming my mouth with a fiery kiss. His hand finds its way between my legs again. It’s better with my jeans out of the way, but still not enough. I press myself into his palm, and he hums.

“Want something specific?” he asks, his tongue teasing the skin under my earlobe.

“Anything. Everything,” I say, breathless. “You decide.”

“Dealer’s choice, huh? Okay.” He backs away, hooks his fingers under the waistband of my panties, and they join the rest of my clothes on the floor. “Spread your legs,” he commands, and my name sounds like chocolate on his tongue.

I’m so surprised by it that I do what he asks without question or comeback. He looks at me, smiling approvingly.

“Of all the things you could choose, this is it?” I ask. My skin heats in anticipation for whatever is coming next.

“I told you,” he says. “I want to touch you.” He drags a finger through my wetness and circles my clit slowly, lazily. Watching my center the whole time.

“And taste you.” He leans over before I can protest and presses his tongue right where his finger just was. I tip my head back and moan in pleasure and surprise as the hot wetness of his tongue circles exactly where I need it to.

He presses a finger to my entrance, and in one swift motion, it’s inside me. My hips buck against his tongue completely against my will. Trevor moans, the vibrations heightening the sensation. He sprawls out on the bed in front of me, then presses his hips into the mattress, seeking his own pleasure.

He’s enjoying this. And somehow, that makes me enjoy it even more.

But no, that won’t do. I want him inside me. I want him to feel what I’m feeling.

“I believe you also said you wanted to fuck me,” I grind out.

He looks up at me, his finger still working in his tongue’s absence. “We have all night for that, remember?” He licks up my center again, lapping up my arousal. “Mmm,” he hums. “So sweet.” He licks again, and the pressure is building in my core. “Perfection.”

“Trevor,” I whimper. “I’m so close.”

“Then come, Emery. Use me.” He presses his tongue to me again. I reach down and grab his hair, holding him right where I need him as my hips meet his mouth in exactly the right rhythm.

I come apart, my hips bucking wildly into his face. His tongue and finger continue their movements, drawing the pleasure out of me until I’m spent. My limbs collapse into the mattress, and my breathing is heavy.

Trevor kisses his way up my torso. My skin is still tingling from my release. He stops, hovering his lips over my mouth.

“Can I kiss you? I can clean up if you’d rather not—”

I cut him off by pulling his lips to mine. I can almost taste what he did—sweet and sour, mixed with his own taste of coffee and beer. I moan, and he swallows it with another claiming kiss.

“I know you said we had all night,” I say between kisses. “But I’m going to need you to fuck me now.”

“I wouldn’t want to keep a lady waiting.” He smiles against my lips before jumping off the bed to remove his boxers. I hear the foil of a condom wrapper tearing, and then he’s back, kissing and touching and pinching and bringing me higher again.

“Can I…” I trail off, not sure how to ask for what I want. I push him off me gently, then roll to my hands and knees, my ass in the air.

“Oh.” He sounds surprised. His hand grips my ass, hard. “I wouldn’t have guessed this was your favorite.”

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