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“We’re going to get a whole lot messier.” I tried to locate my pants. There should be a condom in my wallet. The way she was sucking on my earlobe, running her tongue up and down the sensitive skin behind my ear, and grinding her hips into my lap meant I didn’t have much time to ensure protection before I couldn’t control myself anymore.
There. My jeans sat in a crumpled heap about ten feet away. I slid one hand under her ass and slung the other behind her back. First, I rose to my knees, then my feet, lamenting the fact that the wet heat of her core no longer met my groin. I carried her over to where my pants sat and dipped her down.
“Can you grab the condom out of my wallet?”
She held onto my shoulder with one hand and rummaged through the pockets of my jeans with the other. “Got it.”
Within moments I’d moved back toward the canvas. Probably best to keep the paint off the hardwoods. I laid her down on her back then slid her paint-covered panties down her legs. She held the packet in one hand and beckoned me closer with the other.
I whipped my boxer briefs off before joining her. Few places remained free of paint, so I focused on the skin that had been covered by her underwear. My hands were covered in paint.
“Don’t you dare put your blue fingers inside me.” She laughed as she spread more paint over my shoulders.
“All right.” That left me with only two options. I wasn’t sure she was ready for me yet, so I dipped my head down between her legs, intent on taking her to the edge with my tongue.
She spread open for me, her thighs falling to the side. I’d never seen anything so fucking beautiful in my entire life. Not even the sunrises over the ocean at home could compete with the vision of Trinity Ryan arching her back, thrusting her hips into my face.
I put a hand under her ass, adjusting the angle of her hips for better access. Then I dipped my head down, nestling the scruff of my cheek against her inner thigh. She moaned, the sexiest sound I could remember hearing in a long damn time. Her hands scrambled for something to grab onto, bunching the canvas into her fists. My tongue explored, tasting her sweet heat, circling her clit, and delving inside.
Shivers raced up and down her skin, making her tremble underneath me. Before I was able to get my fill of her, her hands reached under my shoulders and tugged me up.
“I can’t take it anymore.” She ripped the condom open, motioning to me to come closer.
I knelt in front of her, not even feeling the hard wooden floor under my knees, my sole focus on burying myself deep inside of her.
She took her time unrolling the condom, stroking the underside of my cock, fondling my balls as she covered me with the thin latex. I wished I could feel her without it. How sweet would it be to have her pulse around me with no barrier? Even the idea sent a surge through me. I held it back, not willing to take my own pleasure until I’d coaxed her to a climax at least once. Hopefully twice.
Pulling her onto my lap, I buried my nose in her hair. One hand went behind her, the other toyed with her nipples. I palmed her breast, giving her nipple a gentle squeeze until it peaked under my touch. Then I transferred my attention to the other, doing the same until she lifted her hips, and angled her entrance to slide onto me.
I paused, holding her up with my hands while I let myself adjust to the excruciating pleasure of her tight heat. Easing her down onto me slowly, I sucked in a long breath. “Fuck.”
With her mouth up against my ear, she whispered, “Make me feel good.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not going to make you feel good. I’m going to make you feel fucking fantastic.” Challenge accepted.
CHAPTER 18
Trinity
The man had more talent in his tongue than most men had in their whole body. As he seated himself inside me, I reconsidered. His tongue obviously wasn’t the only talented part of his anatomy. I pushed forward, angling my hips so he hit just the right spot as he eased in and out, up and down, over and over and over again.
Stretching my legs out behind him, I leaned back. He followed, clamping my hips to his while he lowered himself over me. I didn’t even mind the hard floor under my ass, as long as Oliver kept driving into me. My hips rose, meeting him midair while my nails raked down his side. Need coiled inside me, winding tighter and tighter.
His mouth went to my ear. “You’re beautiful, Trinity. So fucking gorgeous it makes my heart hurt.”
This was physical. Nothing but two people enjoying each other’s bodies for an hour or two. I didn’t want anything to do with his heart. Hadn’t I made that clear? He opened his mouth like he was about to say something more. I slid my hand behind his neck and met his mouth with mine, silencing the words I didn’t want to hear. If he kept talking like that, he’d ruin everything, and I intended to finish what he’d started. I didn’t have a choice. My body was practically moving on its own accord, grinding and thrusting to some primal rhythm that had been ingrained long before I met Oliver Martin.
His mouth—damn, the way he kissed seemed like he was devouring some piece of my soul. I focused on the way his abs felt under my hands, the way his cock felt buried deep inside me, and the way my body strained for something just out of reach. Finally, he pulled back, almost leaving me entirely. I clawed at him, desperate for him to fill me, to chase away the emptiness he’d left behind and take me over the edge.
Then he drove into me, going deeper than before, igniting the spark that raced through me, sizzling, crackling, burning, until my body tumbled into release. My fingers stilled on his sides, my hips fell to the floor, and I took in deep breaths as the sensations took over.
But Oliver wasn’t done with me yet. He slid a hand under me, flipping me onto my stomach. His palm slid down my back until he reached my ass. Then he reached between my legs, stroking my clit as the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed through my system.
“Get up on your knees.” He hovered behind me, stroking, reigniting the spark.
I didn’t have the energy or the desire to argue so I got to my hands and knees, pushing myself back until he slid inside me again. From this angle he had use of his hands. His fingers continued to tease me as need built again. He increased the pace, groaning as he pumped in and out. Just hearing him, the way his hips crashed into me, the hot breath of his efforts blowing my hair out of place, made me hot and horny and desperate to let the desire building inside rip through me.
Panting, I came again as he clamped a hand around my waist and drilled into me a final time. His fingers kept circling, teasing the last bit of my climax from me. Then he gently laid me down on the canvas, spooning around me, pulling me against him.
