Page 12 of Saving Trinity
I was going to devour her. Trinity was so soft and warm under my hands, and her lips eagerly moved with mine, both of us lost in the moment. A moment we’d both wanted for so long—fucking years—but had never dreamed we could actually have again. But I’d make sure neither of us went without this ever again.
After tonight, after this fucking kiss, she was mine.
Trinity moaned again when I dipped my tongue between her parted lips. She tangled her tongue with mine, and a low growl sounded from my chest in response. My cock was throbbing, aching and begging to be inside of her. But I wanted to take my time with her. Watch her fall apart. Show her that sex wasn’t ruined just because a man she’d trusted had violated her in the worst possible way.
If she let me, I’d love her, dote on her, and cherish her for the rest of our lives.
Her back met the mattress, and I moved between her thighs, never parting our lips. She gasped when she felt how hard I was for her, and then she moaned, rocking her hips up to grind her sweet-smelling pussy against my raging cock. I groaned, pressing against her just enough to give her the friction she needed on her clit. Her mouth separated from mine, and her neck arched as her head fell back, exposing her slender, freckled neck.
I wasted no time in leaning in to suck, lick, and bite at the pale skin of her throat, savoring the taste of her on my taste buds. Her hips continued rolling up to meet mine, and she clutched at my shoulders as she chased her first orgasm. And fuck if I was going to stop her. She was in control here. She was always in control. And I was going to let her have whatever the fuck she wanted to make herself feel better.
To make her feel strong again. So she knew she was always in control of her body and what happened to it.
“Jimmie…” she breathed, her voice trembling.
“Yeah, baby?” I rasped, tonguing at the hollow at the front of her throat. The little whimper that slipped from between her lips was the sweetest music.
“I need you inside of me,” she said, lifting her head to meet my eyes. “Please.”
“In time,” I told her, pressing a soft kiss to her swollen, red lips. “Let me take my time with you, baby. I haven’t had you in years. I want to savor this. But if you need to come…” Leaning back on my knees, I gripped the hem of her sleep pants and tugged them down. Her cheeks flushed when her plain panties were revealed, but I didn’t care what the fuck she had on. Wasn’t like they were staying on anyway.
I gripped the top of her panties and tugged those down her thighs as well. After tossing them aside, I spread her thighs apart, then leaned in, swiping my tongue over the heart of her. She gasped, then shivered, her upper body falling back to the mattress. I grinned, then dove in, sucking at her clit. She smacked a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans as she began to come undone beneath my ministrations.
I’d always remembered how fucking good she tasted, but my memory still hadn’t done her any real justice. She was still the best thing I’d ever put on or in my mouth, and I already knew tonight would never be enough. No amount of time between her luscious thighs would ever sate me.
I was a man always starving for her.
“Jimmie—fuck. Oh, fuck,” she gasped, and then, she was coming unraveled, her thighs quivering over my shoulders as she came. I lapped up every bit of her sweet essence she was giving me, and then, I moved up her body, pushing her shirt up as I went. Her hand laced in my hair, and she tugged my mouth down to hers, moaning as she tasted herself on my lips and tongue.
“Fuck me,” she begged against my lips. “I’m not in the business of waiting on what I want, Jimmie.”
I grinned, then nipped at her bottom lip. “Yes, ma’am.”
I lifted her shirt over her head, wanting her bare, and then, I worked on removing my own clothes all while admiring her with my eyes. She truly was the most beautiful woman ever with soft curves, freckled skin, and tits I wanted to just bury my face between. She could smother me with them, and I’d die a happy fucking man.
Leaning over, I grabbed a condom out of my nightstand drawer. Her eyes tracked my movements as I sheathed myself. Her lips quirked. “A condom is how we got Wyatt,” she teased.
I snorted. “You’re on birth control now, right?” I asked. “Not that I wouldn’t mind another kid with you, baby, but I’d like to plan for the next one.”
She laughed, her eyes twinkling with warmth as I leaned over her, my other hand gripping my cock to angle it against her drenched opening. Her legs twined around my hips as I nudged inside of her, a small moan escaping her throat.
“In time,” she rasped. And fuck, those words undid me.
I pushed inside of her, taking my time, my eyes tracking every flash of emotion that crossed her face. But when she didn’t wince or show any pain, I leaned in and kissed her, rocking inside of her the rest of the way. And finally, we were one.
Finally, I was making her mine again.
“Never letting you go again,” I warned her.
She clung to me as I eased out and pushed back in, both of us moaning at how fucking good it felt to be joined together like this again after so many long fucking years.
“Good,” she croaked, burying her face in my neck.
No other words were needed. We moved together in a dance as old as time, and when she came, I followed her right over the edge, moaning as I tucked my face into the curve of her neck, my body shuddering just as much as she was trembling in my arms.
Chapter Twelve
Trinity
