Page 9 of Valentine's Day Treasure

“Hot,” Trevor rasped.

He flicked her nipples with his tongue, while Ella’s hands traveled from his hair to his chest, to his back, and then she grabbed his cock with purpose, pulling at it, before letting her hands slide down it. Her touch was like velvet, soft yet firm enough to make him putty in her hands. She ran her fingertips up and down his cock lightly, making him stiffen and moan.

She teased him gently, and he panted against her chest, unable to form a thought, his body running the show.

She grabbed his cock like a handle and pulled, trying to guide him up toward her head. “Let me have a little.”

“What, your mouth?”

“Yeah, give it to me. Let me have a taste.”

“Shit,” Trevor said, moving so fast the bed made asproingsound. “Your wish is my command.”

He knelt near her head so she could grasp his cock and pull it to her mouth. She licked it a little, sucked it into her mouth, then popped it back out and the sight almost drove him over the edge right away. She stroked him a few times, sat up and pushed him back onto the bed, then went down on him, both stroking and sucking. He moaned and put his hands in her hair, pulling it to the side, away from her face, so he could see what she was doing. She drove him mad, alternately kissing and licking, sucking and stroking,

She climbed on top of him, then reached between them and slipped him inside of her. Slowly, she inched her way down on his cock, while he watched her face. Once he was fully inside her, he grabbed her hips, held her how he wanted, and thrust into her from below.

“Ohhhh fuck,” she said, then she fell forward and clenched him until he slowed and changed the direction of his thrusts. She moved with him, then slightly against him, working toward her own orgasm. Within minutes, she was there. She went still and shuddered on top of him, and he groaned as her body clenched around his cock.

He took both her wrists and held them by her sides, and then he thrust into her again, and again, slowly at first, lost in the moment, focused only on her. She made sweet little noises of pleasure that really got his engine running. He thrust into her deeply, until his own release grew out of control, and all he could do was thrust one last time. He came, buried deep inside his mate.

“Unngggrrrr,” he growled out his pleasure, as Ella collapsed onto his chest and he held her tight. They stayed like that for several moments, their breathing calming little by little.

After a bit, Ella moved and dropped to the bed, then lay her head on her own pillow and sighed with satisfaction. Trevor grabbed a hand towel from a drawer and wiped her up as best he could, then rinsed the towel in the bathroom and threw it down the laundry chute.

“Thanks,” she said, face-down, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“No, thank you,” he said, bending to kiss her on the shoulder, then covering her with the blanket.

She took the blanket and rolled to her back, her face flushed, her hair beautifully messy on the pillow. She flung one arm over her head and looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “I can’t believe we weren’t interrupted.”

Trevor leaned over her and pulled all her hair into one thick ponytail. He combed his fingers through it gently, then draped it neatly on the pillow. He smiled at his mate, as he picked up his phone and looked at it.

“I can’t either,” he said… then he saw something he hadn’t seen before.

“Oh shit,” he said, turning the screen around to show Ella. “No service.”

“Ah, okay.”

Trevor leaned over the bed and kissed his mate one more time, then said, “I’m gonna take a shower, then I’ll go downstairs and see what’s up.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Ella said, snuggling into her pillow.

Trevor picked up his clothes that he’d laid out the night before and headed into the shower. All he needed was ten minutes, and then he’d be clean, dressed, shaved, and ready to grab the day by the throat.

7—The Tarp Tunnel

Trevor checked himself in the mirror one more time, then he knelt and tied his boots. He left the bathroom and found Ella on the bed in the exact position he’d left her. He was glad, thinking maybe she would have a relaxing day, but her eyes popped open and she smiled at him as she got out of bed. She headed for the bathroom, naked, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, kissing her neck.

“I thought you were going to sleep a little more,” he said.

“I want to get downstairs and see if anyone needs anything.”

“You work too hard taking care of everyone,” he murmured.

She laughed and looked him square in the face, “I could say the same about you.” Then she continued on her way to the bathroom. Trevor followed, still holding her hand.

“I’m heading out to the tent to see what’s up with those males,” he said.

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