Authors: Shannon Reckler
He served dinner and they made small talk about her Grams and his business. It was easy conversation and he enjoyed the flow of it. She was loosening up a little and he enjoyed her coming out of her shell. They finished dinner and then together they cleaned the table off. Once the dishes were in the sink, they sat back down, sipping their beers.
“So, Daphne, are you seeing anyone?” Her eyebrows shot up and it looked like he had caught her off guard for a moment before she busted out laughing.
“No, Trent. I’m not. I wouldn't be here if I was. I wouldn’t have kissed you like I did earlier if I was involved with someone.” She looked at him from underneath her eyelashes, and all he could remember was her ‘come fuck me’ smile from her photos and the way she fit herself snugly against him, earlier in the day. Instantly, his jeans became more uncomfortable.
“I honestly didn’t think you would. But just thought I would ask. If it matters, I am not seeing anyone either.”
“Of course it matters. I don’t want to be caught in the middle of some crazy girlfriend incident.” She winked and he laughed.
“Dance with me.” Her eyebrows shot up once more, and he took pleasure in catching her off guard for a second time in one evening.
“Here?” She almost squeaked.
“Why not? I have a good stereo system and there’s plenty of floor space.” He stood up and then reached for her hand. It took her a moment, but he saw when she made her decision. She bit her lip and accepted his hand.
He walked her to the living room, moved the coffee table, and then turned on the stereo. His iPod was connected, so he easily selected a few songs and pressed play. James Otto’s “Just Got Started Lovin’ You” came over the speakers and he turned back toward her.
She had kicked off her shoes and he noticed her toes were painted to match the red of her dress. He was already barefoot and he smiled at the ease in which she slipped into his arms.
“You picked this song on purpose didn’t you?” She rocked with him in an easy rhythm. They could do a small two-step circle around the room and he took advantage of the space by pulling her closer to him.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He winked down at her. Her breasts were rubbing against his chest, and he could feel himself hardening against her. She didn’t seem to notice or she did and just didn’t want to draw attention to it. She smiled and just kept dancing. He dipped her as the song ended and she giggled. The sound was adorable to his ears.
The next song that came on was “Your Man” by Josh Turner and she just shook her head. He laughed and spun her around, bringing her back to his front. She sighed softly, but he heard it. He wrapped one arm around her waist, and placed the other one of her hip. She covered his hands with his own and they started to sway to the beat.
His erection laid against the small of her back and after a few moments he sensed the shift in her. She moved more boldly against him, dipping lower and coming back up, and grinding her hips against his. He followed her lead, just rocking his hips and enjoying the feel of her. He slid his hands down her sides to caress her sides, moving down to her hip bones and then back to just underneath her breasts. He heard her intake of breath every time he got closer to her breasts and he was sure she would accept his touch. He just wanted to tease her a little. They continued that same rhythm until the song changed. She stilled against his body in the silence, with her hands on tops of her thighs, resting out of the way.
His hands had paused underneath her breast. He rubbed his thumbs up and down. Every time they went up he brushed the underwire of her bra. Her breath hitched and he felt her skin warm underneath his hands. He smiled and bent down to brush his lips against the shell of her ear.
The next song that came on brought a smile to his lips. “Somebody’s Falling In Love” by Jeff Bates gave them a slower beat to rock to. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and brought one of her hands up to rest on his neck. Her movement caused her breasts to rise, pushing them farther together.
He pressed his hips into her and she pressed back. He growled low in his throat, which she returned with a very sexy laugh. Then she turned him on even more by taking his hand and placing it on her breast. The warm weight filled his palm. He couldn’t even hold it all. He could tell they weren’t real but that didn’t turn him off in the slightest. They felt perfect. Her nipple pebbled against his touch. Her bra was thin and he brushed across the peak with his thumb, causing her hand to tighten in his hair.
“You are beautiful, Daphne. Absolutely stunning. I want you to know, I wish you hadn’t run away from me that night. I was stupid in high school, caring more about the people who didn’t matter than about sticking around the ones who did. I loved your kiss back then. You just caught me so off guard. If I could go back to that night, I would change it and kiss you the way you deserved to be kissed back then.” He noticed she stilled in his arms, tensing slightly. He knew it was a sore subject but he needed her to know.
When she turned in his arms, he saw wariness in her eyes. But she didn’t step out of his embrace. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her neck, then brought her arms back up to his neck. He loved her holding onto him. Placing a finger under her chin, he tilted her face and placed his lips firmly on hers, waiting until she relaxed again.
Then he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and kissed her the way he wished he had back then. He brought one hand back up to her breast, before dropping the other down to cup her ass and pull her body flush against his from head to foot. She practically melted against him, which he didn’t mind in the slightest bit.
He pulled back after a few moments and stared down at her face. Her eyes were still closed and her lips were puffy. She was beautiful.
Trent leaned down and placed his lips next to his ear. He whispered, “After a kiss like that, I wish I had stayed too.” She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. In that moment he knew he was a goner. She was wrapped up in him and he didn’t want to get free.
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To hell with her diet; Daphne wanted the damn cake. And Trent was holding on to her like no other man ever had. He was gentle but unrelenting, holding her body captive against his. Those green eyes had been her undoing as she turned around and saw the sincerity in his eyes after he spoke the magic words.
She continued to rock against him as the song changed but she no longer cared about the words. She tiled her head up to his again and he took the hint. She loved the feel of his hair in her hands and stoked his neck as he stroked his tongue inside her mouth. Her pussy clenched at the thought of his talented tongue stroking her there.
His hands were skilled against her sides as he played with her nipple and cupped her ass. But he was going slow, trying to let her get used to him, and she didn’t want to go slow. She stepped away, taking her lips from his. Then she gripped the fabric at her thighs, pulling it upward and gathering it in her hand until she had the hem in her grasp.
She smiled at his intake of breath as she continued to more the skirt of her dress upward. She had her favorite pair of black lace boy shorts that molded to her butt perfectly. Moving slowly, she continued to inch it up so that her panties were revealed.
“Daphne, you’re killing me here, beautiful.” He was standing with his hands at his sides but his fists were clenched. He was wearing a black button down shirt, and soft blue jeans. His feet were bare and she like the sight of them digging into his carpet. His erection was pressed against the material of his jeans, and she could easily tell he was going to be impressive when he was naked.
She pulled her dress over her head and was surprised at the growl that slipped past him lips. Her bra matched her panties but showed as much as it covered. It was see-through lace that showed her nipples clearly through the fabric. It wasn’t a push up but then she didn’t exactly need it. Her breasts pressed together on their own, more than perky enough. In the push up bra, she was spilling over the top.
His mouth slightly parted and she sauntered back over to him. She loved the effect she had on him. She wrapped her arms back around his neck and shivered when his hands slipped around her naked waist for the first time. It was skin against skin and she shivered.
“You are more beautiful that I could have ever imagined. You are a fantasy come true, Daphne Brooks.” He whispered the sweet words in her ear, and then trailed kisses down her neck. When his fingers skimmed the dip in her lower back she shivered harder against him. “Do you like that?” His voice had gone husky as he whispered in her ears.
“I like that a lot.” She skimmed her hands down to the front of his chest and loved the feel of muscle under her hands.
“Are you sure about this, Daphne? I am more than willing to take you into my bedroom and spend the night getting to know everything you like. But if you aren’t sure, I will stop.” Trent continued to stroke her lower back and she was growing wetter by the second.
“I’m positive, Trent. I would love to see your bedroom.” She laughed when he growled and jerked her against him. His hands grasped the bottom of her ass cheeks and lifted. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist which brought her core directly up against his cock. With every step he took, it was a stroke against her clit.
By the time, he opened the door and then shut it again with his foot, she was practically panting. He set her on the bed and then stepped back. His bed was large and full of pillows which she crawled up to lean against.
His room was done in brown tones that were earthy and masculine. It was clean and tidy She wondered if he had hoped they would end up in here. He smiled slowly at her before beginning to unbutton his shirt. She wanted to help but she had a feeling the show would be worth it. As he made his way down the shirt more and more amazing tanned skin was revealed.
She loved that he wasn’t too hairy but there was enough there for her to brush her fingers through. As his abs were exposed, she licked her lips. He growled at the sight. It seemed he wasn’t paying much attention to what he was doing. He was watching her watch him.
Once he had the shirt off and he moved to his pants, she stopped breathing. When he slowly lowered the zipper it was obvious that he had gone commando for the evening. His pubic hair was noticeable and she as salivating for the rest of him.
He bent over to take the jeans off and, when he stood up, she almost moaned just at the sight of his glorious body. His cock stood out proudly, jutting from his crotch. As she stared, it bobbed slightly and rose closer to his stomach. He was at least eight inches long and impressive in girth as well. But he was still far away from her.
He palmed his cock and stroked it as he walked toward her. “Now who has on too many clothes?” When he hit the end of the bed he crawled up. He stopped at her feet, kissing her insteps. She giggled a little.
"Is someone ticklish?" He raised an eyebrow at her. Before she could stop him he grabbed a hold of her foot. She squirmed under his ministrations, until finally he relented to her pleas. He released her foot, but only after kissing each one of her toes.
He continued his crawl upward and his cock brushed her foot. She shifted so that she was lying flat on her back. She thought he was going to stop at the panties but he bypassed them and kissed her stomach. Her muscles tightened as he rubbed his light stubble against her skin.
His tongue dipped into her belly button. “You should never wear any sort of clothing.” Her hands delved into his hair, drawing him upward. When he rested his body fully on hers she could feel his cock hot against her thigh. But what she loved even more was the pressure of his body lying on top of hers.
“I could never have dreamed of something like this Trent.” She ran her hands up and down his back, before she sank her nails into his butt. It really was a work of art.
“Why is that, baby? You deserve to be loved and loved right.” He slipped his arms underneath her and rolled so that she was on top. Her knees tucked against his hips. She sat up and reached behind her. She loved the look in his eyes when she released the clasp of her bra.
“Holy mother of—” He paused as he slid his hands up to cup her breasts. He tweaked her nipples and she shuddered on top of him. Her pussy clenched and she could feel how drenched her panties had become. The thin lace was damp and there was moisture seeping out.
Daphne leaned down, letting her breasts swing down in front of her face. “Is this better than the magazine?” His mouth captured a nipple and she had a hard time sitting still on top of him. She was aching for him.
He released her with an audible pop. “I don’t know about that. That magazine picture was pretty hot.” Her mouth fell open. And then he began to laugh. He flipped her back onto the mattress and tickled her sides until she was squealing in laughter.
“Baby, this is beyond better. I told you this was a fantasy. You do look gorgeous in the magazine. But in real life, I get to take the panties off.” He winked and began to move down her body. When he was at her knees, he sat back. She felt gorgeous under her gaze.
When his hands moved to the waistband of her panties, he paused before looking up as if asking for permission. She smiled and nodded her head enthusiastically. She lifted her hips, allowing him to peel the lace down her legs. Then he threw them behind him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun in bed before.” He winked and looked down between her thighs. Under his gaze, she spread her legs, allowing him to get his first glance of her pussy.