Page 30 of Healing Hearts
Once we arrive at my beachside cottage, I fumble with my keys, my hands trembling slightly as I unlock the front door. Trevor's warm presence behind me sends shivers down my spine.
"Welcome to my humble abode," I say, flicking on the lights. "Now, about that bedroom..." I tap my lips with my fingers as if in deep thought.
Trevor's eyes roam the space, taking in the bookshelves lining the walls. "Wow, you weren't kidding about loving books."
I feel a pang of guilt, thinking of my secret writing career. "They're my passion," I say, pushing the thought aside.
Trevor pulls me close, his voice low and husky. "Right now, you're my passion."
My breath catches. "Second door on the left," I whisper, pointing down the hallway.
He scoops me up again, this time with purpose. As we cross the threshold into my bedroom, my heart races.Trevor's lips find mine, and suddenly, everything else fades away.
Our kisses deepen, our hands exploring, clothes falling to the floor. I lose myself in the sensation of his touch, the warmth of his skin against mine.
"You're so beautiful," Trevor murmurs, his eyes dark with desire.
Before I realize his intention, he picks me up and carries me to the end of the bed and sits me down on the edge. I hate my rolls and would prefer to lie on my back so everything falls to the sides making me feel like I look thinner, but before I can protest, his head is buried between my legs.
His tongue dances around my folds, teasing and tantalizing me. I moan softly, my hands grabbing at his hair as I arch my back, offering my body to his oral exploration. I can feel his breath against my sensitive skin, the roughness of his evening stubble grazing me, sending shivers of excitement through me. My body tenses as I feel the familiar buildup of my climax, the intensity growing with each passing second.
“I can’t-” groaning I break off as he inserts two fingers inside me. One finger curing to find my g-spot. I cry out as the orgasm shatters my body into a million pieces. I can’t make coherent sentences let alone thoughts. All I know is I can’t take another one, but his mouth is on me and his fingers are still inside me.
“Trevor,” I sob, my voice pleading.
“One more.” He groans against my core.
“I can’t.”
“You can, baby. I promise you.” He inserts a third finger.
The intensity of my release is overwhelming, but I can feel another one building already. I know I can’t handle another orgasm so soon, but I also know I can’t say no to Trevor right now. He’s a man on a mission. Instead, I moan and shake, preparing myself for the inevitable as it overtakes me.
Suddenly, he stands up in front of me, his erection standing tall between us. I can feel the heat of his body, the tension in the air as we both gasp for breath. I want to taste him. Ineedto taste him. With the audacity of a Sophie Quinn heroine, I reach out and wrap my hands around his girth as I push him back from the bed and drop to my knees.
As my mouth envelopes his throbbing erection, I can feel his hands grip my hair, guiding my movements. The taste fills my senses, mingling with the scent of all things Trevor.
The sound of his ragged breathing and the occasional groan fuels my desire, urging me to go deeper, faster. He growls, a primal sound that sends shivers racing down my spine, as he grabs me from under my arms, lifts me up, and throws me onto the bed. “I need to be inside you right now, baby.”
Without any preamble, he thrusts into me as his hands grip my hips, pulling them back towards his rock-hard body. Every movement of his hips drives me further into the mattress. I cling onto his shoulders, biting my lip harder, trying to hold back the moan that is threatening to escape.
“I want to hear you, Brooke. I want to hear my name on your lips.”
“Trevor!” I scream, my head tossing back and forth against the pillows as he pumps into me faster.
He groans, grazing his teeth over the tender skin of my jawline as his hips meet mine in a rough rhythm. His free hand trails up my stomach, teasing my nipple. I gasp at the sensation, arching more into his touch as he pinches it, my back bowing almost in half.
The pressure building up inside of me with each thrust becomes harder and harder to hold back. “Trevor - I’m so close.”
“Then come for me, baby. Let go.” His voice ragged as he pinches my other nipple
My climax hits me like a freight train, shattering every thought in my head but the ecstasy ravaging my body. His pace increases, his strong hands gripping my waist, pushing into me with each powerful thrust. I’m being claimed and I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.
As he drives deeper and deeper into me, I hear a feral roar as he slams into me with full force, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he comes. His grip tightening, as he releases everything he has inside of me before collapsing onto the bed next to me, completely spent.
Afterwards, we lay tangled in the sheets, catching our breath. Trevor traces lazy patterns on my skin, and I feel more content than I have in years.
"That was..." I start, searching for the right words but not finding them which is unusual for a writer.
