Page 9 of The Trade Up

“I want you to touch me.”

He leans forward and circles my clit with his tongue several times, and then pulls back as he looks up at me. “Like that?”

“God yes.”

“And then?”

I’m so unused to a guy asking me what I want, or caring about what I need, that I almost don’t know how to verbalize it. “And then I want your fingers inside me,” I say as my muscles clench in anticipation of being touched.

He reaches one hand up and anchors my thigh on his shoulder as he leans forward and runs his tongue over and around my clit again. He reaches his other hand up and holds out two fingers for me to suck into my mouth, so I pull them all the way into the back of my throat, slide them out a bit to circle my tongue around them, then slide them to the back of my throat again. Between my legs, Zach groans against me. And then he’s pulling his fingers out of my mouth and repositioning them between my legs.

“You sure?” he asks as he looks up at me, and I appreciate that he keeps checking in.

“I’m more than sure, so you don’t need to keep asking.” The words come out as labored breaths.

He slides both his fingers into me at once, filling me entirely before he begins stroking me with deep, sensual thrusts. He fastens his lips around my sensitive bundle of nerves and sucks my clit into his mouth, running his tongue over it as he does, and I almost fall to pieces right there. When he does it again, while simultaneously stroking me deep inside, I feel my orgasm coming on. I’m almost embarrassed by how quickly he’s finishing me off, but then he looks up and says, “That’s a good girl. Come for me.”

The heat that floods my body at his words of praise leaves me seeing stars, or maybe it’s the way my pussy is gripping his fingers with the rhythmic pulsing of my orgasm, or the way his mouth is back on my clit, bringing me more pleasure than my body feels capable of accepting. When the full orgasm finally tears through me, the waves of sensation flood my senses and my entire body shakes. He’s the only thing holding me up.

When I open my eyes, he’s looking up at me from between my legs and my hands are fisted in his hair. “Sorry,” I say, letting go, “I didn’t realize I was holding onto you like that.”

“Don’t apologize,” he says as he lowers my leg back to the ground and stands slowly, pressing me between his body and the island behind me. “I didn’t mind one bit.” He kisses the bridge of my nose. “Quite enjoyed how you screamed my name.”

Did I?I have no recollection of that, but I was coming so hard, who knows what my body was doing.

He tilts his hips forward, running the hard length of his erection along my abdomen. “And I fully plan on hearing it again.” He plants his hands on my hips, easily lifting me onto the island, and I almost yelp as my ass hits the cold stone. But I barely have time to register the goosebumps before he’s cupping my breasts, gently stroking his thumbs across my nipples where they’re peaked beneath the lace fabric of my bra, and warming me back up.

He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra faster than I could do it, and slides it down my arms. His mouth descends to take one of my nipples in his mouth, and while his warm tongue laps against the sensitive flesh, his hands are at his waist pushing his joggers off before he pulls my nipple deeper into his mouth. My core is already clenching again, the need to have him fill me takes over.

And then I glance down, where his massive cock stands at attention. My alarmed intake of breath makes a laugh roll around in the back of his throat—it’s a low, feral sound that turns me on immeasurably.

“You’ve been hidingthatin your sweat pants?”

His mouth leaves my breast as he stands. “I told you it wasn’t a small problem.”

He looks so self-satisfied I want to knock him down a peg. I consider telling him I’ve seen bigger, but that’s a bold faced lie and implies I’ll have no issue taking all of him, which I’m not certain is true.

“I don’t see howthatis going to fit in here,” I say, sliding my hand between my legs. I run the pad of my finger over my clit, which is still wet from his mouth and my orgasm.

“It will. That’s right,” he encourages, adding his free hand on top of mine to help set the pace, “let’s get you good and ready.”

He leans forward, taking my other nipple in his mouth and sucking greedily, which has my core spasming almost immediately with the need to be filled. “I need you inside me,” I tell him, and his eyes snap up to mine but he watches me as he continues to destroy my nipple with pleasure.

Then he says, “let’s make sure,” and switches to my other breast, rolling his tongue over that nipple until I’m literally moaning under the intense feelings rolling through my body.

“Zach,” I grind out his name, “now.”

ChapterFive

ZACH

Her tone leaves no room for argument. She’s done being teased, and she’s ready for me. I reluctantly remove my mouth from her, loving that I’ve got her halfway to coming again so quickly.

I hold her hips where she’s sitting on the edge of the counter with her legs spread open. “Don’t move.” Then I reach down and quickly locate my wallet in the pocket of my pants, and pull out a condom.

“Let me,” she says, holding her hand out for the foil packet.

I watch her tear it open, then I step up between her legs and she reaches out, gripping me with one hand while she positions the condom at my crown and rolls it down my shaft. I’ve never seen anything hotter than her hands on my dick, until she positions my head at her entrance and scoots her ass forward on the counter so I’m pressed up against her entrance—and that, by far, is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

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