I had been scared to say it before tonight. It had come out in my panic to reassure her. But it was true. I’d never love anyone else the way I loved Trisha.
“I think you may be the only person who doesn’t know that already,” I said, smiling at her surprise. She was so damn adorable sometimes.
A slow smile played on her lips before she leaned toward me. “I love you, too,” she said softly, before kissing me.
I could’ve died right then and known I had lived.
Trisha
Rock opened the door to the hotel room he had gotten us for the night. My heart was still so full from hearing him tell me he loved me that I couldn’t stop smiling. I had been in love with Rock for months now. I wouldn’t tell him because I wasn’t sure he had wanted to hear that.
He had said it to me. And he had also said a lot of other beautiful things that had made me love him even more, and I hadn’t thought that was possible.
“Cooler has our food in it. You hungry now?” he asked as I stepped inside the room. There was one big bed in the middle of the room and a television on the wall across from it. I could see the sink and mirror straight ahead, and then a door to the bathroom. It was the nicest place I’d ever stayed. Until last month when I went to the party at Marcus Hardy’s house, it would have been the nicest place I had ever been. But Marcus Hardy’s house had blown my mind. It was like nothing I had ever imagined.
This, however, was ours. For the night.
“I got you a grape soda. Several, actually,” Rock said, slipping his hand around my waist and kissing my temple.
I loved grape soda, and once he had found that out, he made sure I had it often. Another thing I loved about him.
Normally, I would want a grape soda. But I didn’t want that right now. I had been daydreaming for so long about the moment I would tell Rock I loved him. I had known how I wanted it to happen. I had fantasized about it so many times I wasn’t even nervous when I turned to face him. I couldn’t say the words because in my daydreams he just knew. I had never prepared words for this.
I kissed him.
It only took him a moment to respond. His hands were on my hips, pulling me up against him tightly as his mouth began to work its magic on me. His minty taste always excited me. I slipped my arms up as high as I could and stood on my tiptoes so that my fingers could slide into his short hair. My br**sts pressed against his chest, and the ache in them only intensified. Since the first time Rock’s hands had settled under my br**sts and his thumb had grazed the undersides of them, they had started getting very excited when he got anywhere near them.
Not begging him to touch them was hard. It scared me and excited me to think about it. I had seen him looking at my boobs a lot. He liked them. It made wearing shirts that were too small bearable, knowing he liked the view.
When his hands slid up my sides and stopped just below my br**sts again, I let out a frustrated whimper. He stopped kissing me for a moment, but his mouth stayed hovering over mine. His warm breath bathed my lips, and I wasn’t sure I could breathe.
His hands slowly began to move, and I opened my eyes to look up at his warm ones. He was watching me closely as he inched his hands up until he was touching the undersides of my br**sts. So close to the centers, which ached for attention.
The moment he moved higher and his fingers ran over my sensitive ni**les, I sucked in a breath and grabbed on to his shoulders. This was what I wanted. What I had wanted for a while.
“Can I take your shirt off?” Rock asked, his voice raspy and low.
I nodded. I couldn’t form words.
He closed his eyes for a minute, and his nostrils flared before he reached down and pulled my T-shirt up my body. I lifted my arms, and he moved the shirt up and then tossed it aside. I wanted to close my eyes now. But I also needed to see him look at me. I would see the disappointment in them if he didn’t like what he saw.
His eyes flashed and he swallowed so hard I could see his Adam’s apple move in his muscular neck. “Damn,” he whispered reverently. “So perfect.”
My body hummed with pleasure from his words. The fear that I’d been holding on to about this drifted away, and I wanted more. I was ready for Rock Taylor to make me feel good. His large hands covered the satin bra I was wearing. It wasn’t anything special, but it worked. It was one Fandora had given me after she no longer wanted it. It was one of the few things she’d ever given to me.
“Can I take off the bra?” he asked me. He was breathing hard.
“Yes,” I managed to say.
His hands slid around the back of me and undid the hook with ease. I closed my eyes this time. I was about to be bare to him, and I wanted that but I was also not sure how to handle looking at him while he looked at me.
“Oh, f**k, Trisha. God, I’m so f**king ruined,” he said as his hands grabbed my waist. I wanted his hands somewhere else. My now bare br**sts throbbed, in need of attention.
“Come here,” he said as he began to move me. I opened my eyes as he backed me up against the bed. “Lie down.”
I was ready to do whatever he asked of me. I scooted back and lay my head on the pillow. He pulled his shirt off with one fluid movement, and I had only a moment to process the perfect view of his chest before he was moving over me.
He held himself over me and kissed me less gently this time. There was a hunger to his kiss that made my heart pound. I lifted my body and grabbed his head to pull him against me. I wanted to feel his chest against mine. But he held himself off, then pulled back, breaking the kiss.
His eyes were on my br**sts. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me. I’ll stop. I swear it.”
I didn’t believe he could do anything that I wouldn’t like. But I nodded. “Okay.”
He didn’t move to touch me, and the throb in my br**sts had made its way to between my legs, too. The ache was making me feel frantic.
“Please, Rock. Touch me.” Those words came out before I could stop them. I was getting desperate.
A low growl vibrated in his chest, and he swore under his breath before his hands slid up and covered my br**sts. Then he squeezed them, making me squirm at the pleasure that came with it. “Ah,” I cried out.
Rock’s eyes burned with a brightness I’d never seen before as he looked from my chest to my eyes. His thumbs brushed over my ni**les and I bit my bottom lip to keep from making any more embarrassing noises.
Then I watched as Rock lowered his head to my chest while his eyes stayed locked on mine. When his tongue flicked out and over my right nipple, I let my bottom lip go as a soundless gasp came from my mouth, which was now wide open in wonder.
When he pulled my nipple into his mouth and sucked, I had to close my eyes to ride the wave of pleasure. Seeing him do this and feeling it at the same time was too much. I wasn’t sure I could handle any more. My body felt so tightly strung, humming with a delicious ache that would drive me mad if it lasted too long.
“Not only are they the prettiest, most perfect titties on earth, but they taste like honey. And I f**king love honey,” Rock said before licking my tips again.
Hearing him talk like that made me shiver. He was going to have to stop, but if he did, I was afraid I would attack him and demand he soothe this ache.
He continued to play with my br**sts, molding them in his hands, then kissing them and causing me to squirm and moan. Every time I accidentally made a sound, he would groan and get greedier. It was like a fire was being lit between my legs. I had to press my legs together to keep from crying out in pain.
When his mouth began to move down my stomach and then over each rib, I held my breath. I shifted some and squeezed my legs together as the throb between them got worse at the excitement of Rock’s mouth getting closer.
His hands moved over my waist, and then he slipped a finger under the waistline of my jeans. He stared at it for a moment, and I waited, unable to take a deep breath, to see what he would do.
Then his eyes lifted to meet mine. “I want to take them off.”
Yes. Oh God, yes. “Yes,” I panted.
His nostrils flared again as he began unfastening my jeans. I lifted my bottom off the bed so he could pull them down. The panties I was wearing didn’t cover much. They were too small, like most of my clothing. They were also faded and the pink almost looked white.
Rock’s hands moved up my legs slowly, as if he were memorizing them. When he got to my knees he stopped, and I was just about to plead that he do something before I combusted when he pushed my legs open. I let him, unable to tell him no about anything at this point.
He took a sharp breath and swore again as he stared at the crotch of my panties. The cool air that hit them alerted me to what he was seeing. I was wet. Oh God. I was wet. I started to press my legs together, embarrassed. Rock’s kissing always made my panties wet. I couldn’t help it. And from the way the cold air touching me felt, I knew I had to be soaking.
“No. God, no, Trisha. Don’t hide this from me,” he said in a desperation I recognized. Opening my eyes only a little, I peeked at him and let him push my legs open again. He looked mesmerized. “Fuck, baby. That’s hot.”
It was?
He moved a hand up the inside of my leg, and my thigh tingled. He was going to touch me there. He wanted to even though he could see I was wet.
One single finger ran over the center of my achy, needy core, and I grabbed the sheets under me and cried out. The shots of intense pleasure that went through every cell in my body made me feel like I was about to explode.
His hands were whipping my panties off before I could focus again. I opened my eyes to see his head as it lowered to settle between my legs.
The first hot contact with his magical tongue made me lose my mind. I wasn’t sure what I said or begged or promised, but I was panting and begging. That much I knew. Rock’s mouth kissed and licked the achy need, making it worse and better all at once.
I grabbed his shoulders, and my nails bit into his flesh. I couldn’t stop myself. I was about to explode and I didn’t know how to control myself. I wanted this and I was terrified of it.
“Never wanted to taste pu**y before, Trisha, but I swear to God you taste like sunshine and sugar. I could eat you for hours and not get enough.” Rock swore before sliding his tongue inside me. I bucked against him and my world blew up. Light sent off a million colors behind my eyelids, and I was screaming Rock’s name while the bed and everything else spun away from me. I was riding a wave of perfection that I never wanted to get off of.
I heard Rock saying something in the distance, but my body was jerking as those aches and throbs reached a point where they exploded, just like I’d feared. Except it was beautiful. So beautiful I wanted this feeling forever.
It began to fade, and my mind was slowly processing the fact that I had lost myself for a moment and I wasn’t sure what I had done or said while I was lost.
Rock was staring down at me as I opened my eyes, and the first thing I realized was that his h*ps were settled between my legs and he was nak*d. The hardness I had felt through his jeans many times was now pressing against my oversensitive center, which was already getting excited over another round.
“That was the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. I swear, Trisha, nothing will ever compare to the look on your face just now,” he said, an intensity in his eyes that warmed my heart. “I want inside you. I want to make love to you. I want to be so deep inside you that you’re a part of me.”
Yes. All of that. Yes.
I nodded, and he closed his eyes and whispered what sounded like “Thank God.” When he opened his eyes again, he ran his lips across my collarbone, then up my neck, before he kissed the area behind my ear. “It’ll hurt at first. But I swear I’ll make sure you feel that sweet place again. Trust me.”
“I love you,” was my response.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered as his hard tip entered me, stretching me in a way that felt right.
I let my legs fall open all the way, and his body shuddered over me. Then he eased in farther until the tight sharpness bit me just before I felt him break through the barrier. I grabbed his arms and held back the cry in my throat. I didn’t want him to stop.
He froze once he was completely inside me. I felt full as the sharp pain throbbed, until it began to ease.
“I’m okay,” I told him, and he inhaled sharply.
Then he moved and a slow burn began in me. With each move of his h*ps I lost my breath and made a noise.
“I love you. I love you so damn much. You make me crazy. You’re mine, Trisha. You’ll always be mine.”
His words warmed me. I slid my legs up the back of his and locked them around his waist.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, and buried his face in my neck. “Them long legs of yours. Just damn, baby. I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”
Smiling only for a moment, I enjoyed knowing I had the power to bring this big man to this. He wanted me, and I had him as insanely wrapped up in me as I was in him.
The build that I had felt before began to grow again with each rock of his hips. I craved that feeling. Pressing into him, I let the pleasure rise in me. Just before it claimed me again, I begged for it.