Dead After Dark (Companion #6.5)(95)

She shoved her breasts higher toward his hand each time he came close to her nipple.

Then he’d move just out of reach.

Sasha’s urgent moans grew into a warning growl. He smiled.

Trey raised his body over hers then lowered his lips, sneaking his tongue beneath the edge of lace to explore the smooth skin along her collarbone and kiss her neck.

She shifted her legs up and captured his penis between her thighs, rubbing gently. He clenched the sheets and mattress, clawing for control, then dipped down, licking circles around a nipple before taking the pearled tip into his mouth. She released him and bowed up tight, crying out, fingers strangling the pillow. He’d grin if holding back wasn’t killing him. Trey spread his fingers wide to coax her taut body back down to the bed then gently massaged farther south.

Firm feminine muscles quivered, anticipating what she could not see. He caressed her hips, her navel, the insides of her legs and dipped his finger under the wisp of panties . . . only to slide them off side to side.

“Trey, you’re killing me.” She wiggled her bottom, obviously trying to encourage him to move things along.

He did grin at her now. “You’ll die happy.”

“I’m tempted to use magic to get you where I want you,” she warned through the lace covering her face.

His hand stilled. “Don’t. You might drop the ceiling.”

She muttered something then snapped her fingers. A package appeared in her hand and she flicked it blindly at him. A wrapped condom hit him in the chest. “I stand corrected. Starting to have a whole new appreciation for this side of you.”

“You wait until I show you what I can do. I have a few tricks . . . can hold my own . . . arrogant men . . .”

He sheathed himself and chuckled over her rant then sent a finger down between her legs. That silenced her.

Sasha lost any coherent thought and focused on what he would do next. Tiny flickers of light seeped through the lace covering her eyes. He was the only man she’d ever trust to put her in a vulnerable position. His hands held real magic. He teased her close to an orgasm. She tensed, ready, but his finger slid away taking her breath and leaving her mindless. He dipped a finger inside her, driving a sharp rush of pleasure through her womb, increasing the pace until every muscle in her body had stretched tight, reaching for release.

He stopped just short again and she whimpered. His finger withdrew and moved over the sensitive skin in tantalizingly slow motion, touching her long enough to leave her shaking before fading away and returning, each time driving her closer to the brink of insanity.

All her focus arrowed to the spot he refused to linger on until she tensed for the mind-blowing orgasm only to have it skitter away before she could take ownership. He plunged a finger inside her. She clenched. He pushed two inside.

“You’re so wet and hot,” he murmured between kisses to her breast. He pulled out of her again, his wet finger touching her other breast and tenderly destroying the last vestige of sanity she possessed.

“I want you inside me now, Trey.”

“Not yet. I’ve missed a spot.”

“You’ll . . . get to it . . . later,” she tried to assure him, but talking was beyond her when his fingertip brushed her wet folds, teasing with serious intent. She arched, reaching for that pleasure she was ready to beg for . . . reaching . . . then he massaged her G-spot . . . kinetically.

The powerful release broke her bounds with this world. She cried out and lost contact with the bed. Her body hummed, the sensuous delight rolling on and on. Pleasure rushed through her on a tidal wave. Time stilled. She floated, boneless and free of all worries until strong hands drew her down, gently pressing her back to the cool sheets.

Sasha panted, catching her breath, and opened her eyes to see Trey’s face above her. The lacy top had been eighty-sixed at some point. In fact, nothing touched her but his rock-hard body. She took a deep breath, enjoying his musky scent.

He leaned down, kissed her lips, and whispered, “Why didn’t you do that before when we made love?”

“What?”

“Levitate.”

It took her a minute to realize he thought she’d held back when they were together before. “That’s never happened before.”

His gaze relaxed then shifted to a possessive look.

He cared. Sasha’s heart pulsed, happy to see the truth in his face. He had to know they were bound to each other like no two other people had ever been.

If not, she’d enlighten him . . . later.

Without another word, Trey leaned down, his penis prodding her slick opening. She opened to him and he eased inside, filling her. How could he move like a rocket at the park one minute and be so incredibly patient the next? He stroked deep into her and unimportant issues faded away.

Sasha locked her legs around his back and Trey held her to him then sat upright. He kissed her, his tongue lazily dueling with hers until the kiss turned hot and serious. He scooped his arms under her knees, his hands supporting her back as he lifted her up slowly then slid her down his shaft with the same excruciatingly measured pace. She lost track of everything around her, swept up in a world that belonged only to them.

Sasha held his face in her hands, reveling in the feel of his mouth on hers and him buried inside her where he belonged. Her orgasm was building again, wicking all her thoughts to the man who held her close. He leaned back, which shoved him deeper on his next drive and she gasped with the pleasure.