Trapped (Caged #2)(37)

“I don’t.” She reached up to the back of my head and pulled me close to her.

With a groan, I reached down and picked her up. I tried not to actually run to the bedroom, but it was difficult. I set her back down on her feet at the edge of the bed and looked down at the dress covering her body.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” I said quietly as I reached down to the bottom of her dress and started to lift it up.

Tria stood still as I pulled the garment up and off of her, revealing her naked body an inch at a time. Those beautiful, long legs beckoned me. Her hips were curved, feminine, and enticing. Her skin tinged slightly pink with the cool air of the room, which also made her nipples harden deliciously.

“God, you’re beautiful.” I gasped.

Tria reached up and pulled the pins from her hair, which made it all fall over her shoulders in the way that always drove me crazy. I dropped the dress to the floor and reached out to run my fingers through her hair, spreading it out over her back.

Her hands came up to cross in front of her as she glanced away, but I caught them.

“Please…don’t cover yourself. Not at all…God, Tria…never do that…” I couldn’t even form real words. Her skin was flawless, her breasts spectacular, and the little triangle of hair right above the promised land just begged to be fondled and teased.

My cock tried to jump right off my body and between her legs.

Taking her hand in mine, I led her to the bed and lay her on her back. As I looked down at her, I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. I watched her eyes as they watched my fingers, and I noticed her breathing increase as her eyes dilated.

I dropped the shirt to the floor behind me and then flipped the buttons on my pants open as I kicked off my shoes. Tria’s lip disappeared behind her teeth as I lowered my pants and boxers to the ground, stepped out of them, and then crawled slowly over her.

As much as I wanted to, I kept myself from just dropping on top of her. I wanted to feel her skin all over mine, but I also wanted to make sure my attention to her needs was my priority—as it should be—and that meant serious orgasms for her before the moody little bastard got a taste.

I kissed her side, just to the right of her bellybutton. Moving a little farther up, I pressed my lips to a spot just beneath her left breast and then made a trail of kisses over her collarbone. As much as I wanted to just stare at her and feel her up all over the place, I knew what she needed.

“I don’t know what to do,” Tria said quietly.

“I owe you, like, a dozen orgasms,” I reminded her. “For now, you just lay your head on that pillow and start collecting debt.”

That’s when I started teasing.

While barely touching her skin, my fingers danced over her body. I moved from her shoulder, down her arm to her hip, across her belly, and then up the other side. She shivered a bit with the light touch as I circled her breasts, coming close to—but not quite touching—her nipples.

“You are driving me crazy,” she whispered into the dimly sit room.

“Turnabout, baby,” I said. “It’s all fair play.”

I rubbed my palm across her stomach, and my little finger just barely grazed the line of her pubic hair. With one finger extended, I lightly stroked her skin with the back of my nail around the edge. I continued over the inside of one thigh, and then the other one.

Tria squirmed.

“Be still!” I commanded, and she quieted her body. “That’s it…”

Very, very lightly, I teased over the top of her clit—almost touching but never quite getting there. Around and around I circled, like a bird waiting for just the right current to ride, until Tria was hardly able to contain herself.

“Spread your legs,” I told her, and she complied by moving her knees apart to give me better access. “There ya go, baby…that’s it.”

Still barely touching her skin, my fingers ran lightly between her legs, over her labia, across her clit, and then back down again. With two fingers, I spread her open.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I mumbled. “So f*cking perfect.”

The tip of my finger entered her, and Tria gasped a little. Though she was wet, she was also already gripping my finger tightly. She was going to be a tight fit, and I was glad I had a modicum of foresight for once. I kissed her shoulder, then down her arm as I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle there.

“What’s that?” Tria asked as she eyed my hand.

“Lube,” I said. I turned the little bottle so she could see Astroglide on the side of it.

“Why do we need it?” she asked as her cheeks turned red.

“Tria, I’m, uh…” I wasn’t really sure what to say without sounding like a prick, so I decided to just get it out there. “I’m a big guy, and you’re a virgin. This is going to make it easier and more comfortable for both of us.”

She looked off to the side, so I grabbed her chin and made her face me.

“There is nothing wrong with you!” I told her sternly. “They make this shit for a reason, you know.”

She seemed to consider that for a moment, then looked back to me as her hand came up and touched my face.

“You’re right,” she said.

“Damn straight I am,” I replied with a grin.

I kissed her, ran my tongue over her lips, and she reached out with her tongue into my mouth. I let her take the lead for a minute while my fingertips traced over her sides and around her breast. While she kept it up, I popped the top of the bottle and squeezed it a bit until a few drops were on my fingers.