Page 92 of It's Going to Be a Chrome Christmas
She went.
By the time he came into the room, he was free of all his earrings. They would have to pick up something to remove the green dye from his hair. She didn’t have anything in the house but scissors that could accomplish that task. His eyeliner would come off in the bath. She wasn’t sure if she had nail polish remover in the house but would check before they went out.
Cayden was gloriously naked. She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d tossed his clothes in the can in the garage when he took out the kitchen trash.
Steam filled the room, but she shivered. “I love you.”
His mismatched eyes met hers and she saw his responding affections, but it still made her feel wonderful to hear it all the same. “I love you too.”
She lifted her arms into the air, an invitation he quickly accepted. He slipped his hands under her tank top, running his callused skin up her flat belly to cup her bare breasts. She held still, allowing him to explore. Cayden dropped his mouth to that place below her ear that he loved. Gooseflesh rose as he grippedthe hem of the tank top, bringing it up slowly. Despite the warm air hitting her, her nipples perked at their reveal.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathed before dropping his mouth to her left breast. Trixie’s back bowed, giving him full unhindered access. She had to grip the strong muscles of his arms so she wouldn’t fall.
Her jeans and panties were dropped until all she wore was his coin necklace. He lifted her and her legs automatically went around his waist. She could feel his arousal, so hard, pressed between them.
Trixie expected him to step them into the tub but, instead, she felt the coolness of the bathroom marble counter under her bottom. He fumbled for the top drawer where they’d stashed some condoms months ago for a quick grab for shower sex.
She stopped his hand. “Not necessary.”
His brows furrowed, and Trixie wondered what thought had crossed his mind just then. “Why not?”
“Because, Mr. Russo, you completed your mission and you came back to me.” Trixie spread her legs to give him an unhindered view of her wet pussy. It was the most wanton position she could think of. “And I completed my mission, per your request. I’ve been on birth control for five weeks. I didn’t tell you last week because we only had a few hours and I didn’t want to waste time talking.”
Cayden’s nostrils flared as he stared unabashed at her offering. He grabbed her ankles and placed them on the edge of the counter, spreading her wider. Then he knelt before her. She felt her walls pulse just at the sight of his mouth so close to her.
“You are fantastic and beautiful, my little gearhead.” He ran a single finger from her belly button down to her still bare labia and into her wet folds. She moaned, and he hadn’t even entered her yet. She felt his lips against her inner thigh, just below thecrease of her leg. “But not tonight, baby. I need to get tested before I take you bare.”
Her mind was in the fog of sex, but she understood what he was saying. “Why? I trust you. I know you were faithful to me.”
His kiss on her leg turned into a bite. It was light but shocked a vocal yip out of her. “Damn straight. I’m thankful there’s no doubt in that regard. However, I was just in a pretty dangerous situation where there was blood flying and I have a couple of open cuts. It might seem silly, it might seem ridiculous, but I won’t take any chances with you. Let me get tested and we’ll take a vacation. Anywhere you want to go for however long you want to go. And I’ll take you bare. Over,” he kissed the spot he’d just bitten, “and over,” he kissed the identical spot on the opposite thigh, “and over,” he kissed her labia, “again.”
Then he ducked his head lower. Trixie fell back against the mirror, unable to keep herself up straight. His talented tongue and fingers brought her right up to the brink of orgasm. He sucked, flicked, nibbled, and twirled her like he knew exactly what her body needed and when. Trixie’s ability to speak was rendered to nothing more than moans and groans.
She gasped when his mouth was suddenly gone. She heard the telltale sound of the packet ripping. As much as she trusted him, she appreciated the fact that he wanted to ensure her safety completely before he took her bare again.
Trixie sat up on the counter, not wanting to miss seeing his entrance into her body. It was one of the most erotic things she would ever see. The way he took possession of her from the inside out. She was his, in every way.
They both groaned when he finally entered her. Trixie ran her hands down his hard chest, dragging her nails. She saw his shiver, which brought a smile to her face. She moved her exploration to his navel and then around to his ass. His cheeks were clenched, like he was trying to keep himself still.
“Trix,” he said through gritted teeth, “I’d love to let you explore, but later. It’s been too long. I need to move.”
She looked up at him wickedly. “Too long? You had me last week.”
He put his hands on her hips and thrust the rest of the way inside. She let out a shout of rapture. He rested his head on her shoulder and she could feel his heavy breathing. “Like I said, too long.”
She smiled, though he couldn’t see it. “Then take me. Make me yours, Cayden.”
He moved, thrusting and grinding into her like he’d die if he didn’t continue. Trixie felt her walls quake around him, surprising both of them with her quick orgasm. Cayden hissed and quickly reached down to grip the base of his cock.
“Not yet,” she could have sworn he said.
It took a moment for him to get himself back under control and for her to catch her breath. Then he pulled all the way out and plunged himself back in. He did it over and over again, growing faster with each assured stroke.
“Close,” she warned.
He dipped his hand between their bodies. A single well-placed flick of his fingers toppled her over the edge. Trixie shouted out as her second orgasm took her.
He grabbed it up with a swift kiss. His hips ground into her once more before he shuddered his own release and groaned into her mouth.
