Then there’s this jaw that seems made of granite and the sexy dimple in your chin.” She let her fingers trace the delineated lines of his triceps, biceps and forearms. “You’re all hard muscled shoulders, chest and pecs, ripped abs. This set of pipes are highly lickable.”
She bent her head, her tongue following the path her hand forged. “And don’t get me started on your lower half.”
“Am I sensin’ another ‘but’ here, wife?”
“Yep. But I’d totally be lyin’ if I didn’t admit feelin’ a bit lightheaded when faced with Edgard’s dark good looks, slumberous eyes, killer smile and sexy accent. All those yummy extras wrapped up in a lean athletic body that knows its way around ropin’, ridin’ and ranchin’? Mmm. He fills out a pair of Wranglers like nobody’s business. But when Ed stripped to nothin’? And I caught my first look at his big, long—”
Trevor smashed his mouth to hers. When their tongues twined, she was slightly shocked at Trevor’s altered taste—she detected a hint of Edgard’s mouth as well as a hint of se**n. This close, she could smell Edgard’s scent on Trevor’s skin. Just then Trevor seemed to remember Edgard had come in his mouth not ten minutes past and he stiffened.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” Chassie said against his lips and took the kiss to the hungry, needy pace she craved.
Before too long Trevor’s hands started to wander. Thumbing her ni**les through her shirt, squeezing her br**sts. Impatiently unsnapping the buttons on her blouse and releasing the front clasp on her bra.
She loved the way his callused fingers rasped against her hot skin and gooseflesh broke out across her chest and arms as a result of his touch.
His hand spanned her belly and eased over her waistband. He tapped her knees, a signal for her to spread herself open. When he stroked the seam of her jeans and found them damp, he abruptly ended the kiss. “Christ. You’re ready. From watchin’ me and Ed together?”
“Umm—”
Trevor made a snarling noise, pushing Chassie until her shoulders bounced on the cushions. Then his face was inches from hers. “It drives me f**kin’ crazy that you’re turned on. Take off the pants. Now.”
No surprise her demanding husband reappeared and hadn’t been permanently cowed by Edgard’s aggressiveness. She smiled slyly and shimmied out of her jeans.
“Why’re you still wearin’ panties?”
“Because you said to take my pants off. Which I did.”
“Fine. We’ll do it my way.” Trevor clamped his hands on her hips, scooting her down until her lower half hung off the couch as he rolled her plain white panties to her ankles. Once he had them off her body, he slingshotted them across the room.
“Hey—”
“Spread ’em. I wanna see every inch of that sweet pink pu**y.”
Chassie stretched her legs wide and Trevor’s hands flexed on her butt as he lifted her to his mouth.
He inhaled before he did anything else and a shudder rolled through him. “Goddamn I love the way you smell. I like tastin’ you even better.” He deftly licked at the slick spots dotting the inside of her thighs.
Every time he repositioned his head, either his prickly beard brushed across her hot tissues, or the soft strands of his hair teased her clit. Then the middle of her thigh. The curve of her knee.
Chassie shouldn’t be embarrassed by how fast she heated up, but at times she wondered if it were normal.
You went beyond normal when you demanded your husband and his male lover perform for you live like some g*y burlesque show.
Yet, her voyeurism hadn’t bothered either Edgard or Trevor. So maybe the only shame in their exhibition was in the feeling there should’ve been shame when there was none.
Then Trevor’s mouth was sucking on her sex, returning her focus to how much he loved giving her pleasure and she thought of nothing else.
Lapping at the syrup that coated her folds, he said, “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” That humming noise sounded again right before Trevor jammed his tongue deep into her channel. He flicked faster inside her walls, tasting her from the inside out.
Her hands landed on his head and she tried to direct him to where she wanted his mouth.
Trevor lifted his face and looked at her. “I’m inclined to make you wait.”
“Easy for you to say. You already got yours, gave Edgard his and I had to sit there and do nothin’ but watch.”
Trevor’s expression didn’t change. “You didn’t touch yourself at all when Ed and I…?”
“No, and it was hard not to because, God, it was really something to see. Trevor, I ache.”
His gaze dropped to the bit of flesh poking out from between her pu**y lips. He murmured, “Can’t have that.” Then Trevor fastened his mouth to her clit and began sucking. The impact caused her to arch into his mouth hard enough she felt the bite of his teeth on her pubic bone.
Between his concentrated attention and the live p**n as foreplay, her blood pooled in that nerve-rich tissue and coiled like a hot snake hissing to be unleashed. The licking, throbbing sensations coalesced and the climax ripped through her so quickly she couldn’t moan, she couldn’t speak and she was fairly sure she stopped breathing. Chassie clutched handfuls of Trevor’s hair as she rode out the orgasm on his face.
Trevor continued to nuzzle and kiss her mound, as she came down from such sharp, sweet pleasure. After she peeled her eyes open, she smoothed his wild hairdo back into place and sighed. “Better?”
His smile lit up her world, reminding her he was her world. And she’d do anything in the world to keep him. “Yeah. That was—”
“Not enough.” Trevor grabbed her, flipped her on her back on the floor and levered his body over hers. “Never enough when it comes to you.” His hand shook as he pushed a section of hair behind her ear. “Chassie, I love you. You know that, right?”
“Yes.” She turned her head and kissed his palm. “Forget everything else and show me.”
The unhurried pace, a dreamy reconnection of bodies and hearts and souls was exactly what they both needed. Yet even after they climbed into their marriage bed, curled around each other, offering lovers’ words of reassurance and devotion in the darkness of the night, Chassie knew everything had changed, and she wasn’t sure if either of them were fully ready to deal with the emotional backlash.
Chapter Seventeen