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He stared atme.
“This isn’t your only chance with me. You’re not my fuck boy. You’re my Trent. Right now, though, I think you need this. I needthis.”
He once again burrowed his face into my neck and ran his teeth along my shoulder. I shivered. It felt so good. “I want you desperately,” hesaid.
“Then take me desperately. I’myours.”
He shook his head. “You need to know something,” hemuttered.
“What?” I asked, reaching up to kisshim.
“I’ve never done thisbefore.”
I scooted upright and gazed down at him, lying on his side in my bed. “What?”
His cheeks reddened, and heshrugged.
“Noway.”
He blushed even more. “The chances weren’t right in high school or the army. And since none of the girls were you…I mean, I figured I never had a chance with you, so I should try to find someoneelse.”
“Oh my God,” Iwhispered.
“Doesn’t mean I’ve never touched a girl before or gotten close. I always pulled back, though. I guess because…Because it wasn’t right. They weren’t DanikaAnderson.”
I reached down to my hem and with a pull, took my dress off over my head. All I wore was a teeny tiny blue thong. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I slipped my panties down mylegs.
He gazed at my naked body. The diminutive tattoos of butterflies and flowers on my arms. The daisies on my sides. The markings I’d gotten from mytravels.
“Dani,” he sighed. “You’re a goddess,sweetheart.”
“I want you, Trent,” Iwhispered.
A bit of his hair flopped into his eye as he sat up to look at me, his underwear bulging, then moved to hover over me. His shoulders, so defined,twitched.
He shifted down between my legs and kissed his way up mytorso.
I stirred in delight under him. Finally, I got to feel his skin against mine. That golden skin of his was as soft to touch as I’d imagined. The smooth warmth, the solid, yet lean body. I got to watch the show of his muscles dancing over me. His abs going in and out. The way his jaw ticked as he kissedme.
“You okay with this?” he asked, his fingers lingering by myneck.
“Oh, yes,” Igasped.
And his hands went down mybody.
He licked my nipple, making it hard and taut. Then the other one, and back and forth. I lovedit.
His hand went between my legs, gently rubbing back and forth, back and forth, the delicious friction making me wet. His erection pressed against my leg. What had he been hiding in his pants? It seemedhuge.
“Get this off,” I said, the back of my legs pressing against his boxer briefs, so low they showed off the dip in hiship.
“I have to wait,” he said, “Or you won’t be treatedright.”
“No, Trent. This is my time to take care ofyou.”
As I tried to push them down, he nestled on top of me with his soft boxer briefs, holding me so tightly and kissing me, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I wanted him to kiss me forever. I wanted to give him comfort and for him to take what he needed. “This time is for you,sweetie.”
He shook his head. “No. This time is forus.”
