Page 24 of Trust Me
Fuck me.
She’s wearing matching black lace underwear. I slide my shaking hands down her hips, removing her pants as I go. When I get them down to her ankles, she steps out of them. Avery is standing here, breathing heavily and leaning against my bedroom door in a damn black lace bra and underwear set. I could die rightnow and be happy. Well, almost.
I stare straight ahead at her bare stomach. Avery looks down and notices my eyes burning into her flesh, and she instinctively covers her belly up with her hands. “My stomach isn’t as pretty as it used to be,” she says in a whisper laced with her insecurities.
“Move your hands,” I tell her. It takes her a moment, but she eventually drops her hands to expose her belly. Even in the dark of my room, I can see the faint lines of stretch marks. I lean forward and lay tender kisses along her stomach, running my tongue along the marks. “Your belly is sexy as hell. These marks are beautiful and represent your daughter. I’d rather you have these and that beautiful little girl of yours than have a completely perfect stomach without her.”
I look up and can tell my words have put her at ease. But they are the truth. These stretch marks are beautiful on her body.
As if they have a mind of their own, my hands snake around her calves and slowly slide up her legs. They seem to go on forever. Miles and miles of gorgeous bare, smooth legs. My hands continue to explore her legs, creeping up her thighs, heading toward the junction of her legs. I graze my thumb lightly over the wet material ofher lace panties. She moans and slightly spreads her legs, encouraging me to continue my exploration.
I draw her panties to the side so I can get a look at her beautiful body. She’s so damn wet. I slide one finger inside of her and she bucks hard against my door. I can’t believe how tight she feels. I slip the second finger in and continue the assault on her clit with my other thumb. She’s panting and moaning with each thrust of my fingers. I feel her insides tighten around my fingers as she starts to convulse. Her orgasm rips through her, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, and I don’t let up with my fingers until I know she’s starting to come back down from the intense orgasm.
As she starts to relax, her legs practically give out from under her. I stand up quickly and grab a hold of her, bracing her between my body and the door.
“We’re not done yet, sweetheart.”
She opens her eyes and gives me a little smile that is full of satisfaction. A look I put there on her beautiful face and, damn, if that doesn’t do something to me. Pride fills me like nothing ever has. I grab the hem of my shirt and rip it over my head. Her eyes drop to the tattoos on my chest and arms. She reaches her hand and traces the tribal ink on my upper arm, the one I got rightbefore I went into the military after high school graduation.
Then I see her eyes roam over the one on my chest, right over my right pec. She traces the dark black ink of my Marine tattoo, causing my pec to jump with her touch. The words and numbers of the tattoo represent our bond and brotherhood. I got the tattoo with all my squad brothers after we got back home to the United States from our first tour of duty. Her brother has the same one right beside his heart too. It hurt like hell but was well worth the pain.
As her fingers continue to explore the ink, she leans forward and gently kisses the words on my chest. I close my eyes as her lips glide along my body, over this part of my body that represents my past, my loyalty, my faith. Her gentle touch burns as her long fingers drift along my skin as I stand paralyzed by her touch. I feel every movement of her lips, every trace of her fingers. That simple touch is almost my undoing.
I use my toes to kick off my shoes without even untying them. With my one free hand, I fumble to unbutton my pants. When I struggle a little to accomplish the task one-handed, Avery reaches down and releases the button. Her eyes are fixed on mine again as she slowly draws the zipper downward. She places both hands on the waistband of my jeans and slowly pushes them down. Iquickly remove my jeans and jerk as I feel her hands grab my hard erection through my boxer briefs. Her touch is amazing, but I know if she keeps that up, this’ll be over way before I’m ready for it to be.
I still her hands with one of mine and bring them up to my mouth, gently kissing her palms, her fingertips, her wrists. Then I shuck my boxers and reach down for my pants, pulling a condom out of my wallet. I use my teeth to tear open the package, pulling out our protection, and using my free hand to cover myself.
Then I remove her bra and thong—yeah, I didn’t realize it was a thong until I was removing it—and grab a hold of her ass again, lifting her up in my arms.
“Wrap your legs back around me,” I tell her. She does as she’s told, and it lines us up perfectly. I slowly bring her down on top of me, my whole cock surrounded by her wet heat. We stay like that for a moment as she adjusts to my size.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“It’s been a while for me,” she replies and sounds a little embarrassed by her admission.
“How long?”
She hesitates a moment before finally saying, “Almost two years.”
I practically go out of my damn mind. I let out a possessive growl and realize I have to move. Now. I slowly start pumping into her, trying to take it slow; not wanting to hurt her. But the need to drive deep inside her harder, to possess her, is too great. I start hammering into her, her moans become louder and louder. Just when I think I can’t last any longer, I feel her insides tighten around me and it sends me straight into another world. Bright lights burst behind my closed eyelids as Avery yells out my name while I pump into her a few more times, finally releasing myself deep inside her.
We stand like this for a few minutes, each trying hard to catch our breath and waiting for our heart rates to return to a somewhat normal pace.
I turn and walk her over to my bed without breaking our precious contact, tugging my comforter back. I slowly withdraw myself from her body as I lower her down onto the cool sheets. “I’ll be right back,” I say as I head toward the bathroom to dispose of the used condom.
When I return to my room, she’s lying on her side in the middle of my bed. The sight of her there is overwhelming and practically brings me tomy knees.
My legs are rooted in their place as I watch her. I’ve never felt the need to get back into a bed with a woman after I step out of it—even though we have technically not made it in bed together. I’ve never snuggled up to a sleeping woman and listened to her even breathing while she slept. But suddenly, in the moonlight of my bedroom, I have the overwhelming desire to crawl into bed with Avery.
So I don’t question it now. I can question it and dissect it tomorrow. Tonight, I’m going to get into bed and hold her.
As I climb into bed, she rolls over and lays her head in the crook of my arm, throwing her arm over my chest and her leg over mine. I listen as her breathing starts to slow, until she’s falling asleep in my arms.
Tomorrow, we’ll deal with whatever this means. Tonight, I’m going to go to sleep with the only woman I’ve cared enough about to let into my damn bed.
Chapter 17
Avery
