She rubbed her lips together. “I want you to tongue fuck me. Now. Happy?”
“Ecstatic.” He lowered his head and resumed. Slowly, he slid his tongue over her wet folds. Over and over. Occasionally, he’d flick the tip across her clit, making her shiver.
She closed her eyes and tilted her chin toward the ceiling. “That feels so good.” She let go of one breast to reach down and run her fingers through his hair. “I’m close.”
Trevor twisted his tongue inside her, then pulled it out, and replaced it with his finger. His mouth clamped over her while he added another finger. She was so wet, so ready.
But Trevor backed off. He lifted his head and slipped his fingers free.
Allie’s eyes snapped open. “What? Why did you stop? Don’t stop.”
He rubbed his cheek against her inner thigh. “I don’t want you to come yet.”
“I hate you,” she said, pulling at his hair. She wasn’t gentle either.
Trevor chuckled against her wet pussy and started teasing her all over again. He used light strokes this time, barely touching her at all. It drove Allie crazy, and she tried to move her hips toward him, tried to press his head closer, but every time she did, he’d stop altogether. “Trevor,” she screamed.
“Yes, darling, may I help you?”
She rose to her elbows. “You can, but you won’t.”
“Was there something special you wanted, love?”
She was practically gasping for air. “Please let me come. Or I may have to take matters into my own hands.”
“Will one orgasm do or would you like two?”
She glared down at him. “Why don’t we start with one and see how that goes?”
He laughed and lowered his head. This time his tongue swept over her slit, slid up to her swollen clit. It darted swiftly, lightly over her sensitive nub. When he slid two fingers inside her, she finally came. Practically bucking off the bed, she twisted her head and moaned into the pillow. It seemed to go on forever, and he didn’t let up, didn’t slow his pace. He curled his fingers, finding her G-spot. At least that’s what she assumed it was, because she’d never felt anything quite like it. Pressure, but in a good way. The orgasm rocked through her. And once it finally subsided, she lay panting and still throbbing a bit.
Gently removing his fingers, Trevor looked up at her with satisfaction. “Happy?” he repeated back to her.
“No. I decided on two orgasms.”
He moved her legs off his shoulders. Then taking his sweet time, he kissed his way toward her breasts. “I’m up to the challenge, Miss Campbell.” He covered one with his mouth while his hand cupped the other and pinched her nipple.
With her legs splayed, Allie moved her hips, rubbing herself against him. “I want to feel you inside me.”
He released her breast. “Yes.” Maneuvering to the side of the bed, he stood, shucking his shoes, socks, and finally, thank God, his trousers. He pulled open the drawer on the bedside table, quickly ripped open a packet, and fitted the condom over his cock.
Allie closed her legs, rubbed her ankle down one shin, and watched him. “You’re evil, you know, teasing me like that.”
***
Trevor smiled as he watched her. She was comfortable with herself and with him. Seeing her stretched out, staring at his aching prick with a look of anticipation was driving him round the bend. And Allie knew it. “I just let you come. I don’t see that as evil.”
He grabbed her ankles and spun her toward him, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Once again, he wrapped her legs around his waist before gliding inside her. Wanting nothing more than to slam into her, he teased her instead, sliding in a couple of inches, then pulling back.
“Really evil,” she groaned.
With a shudder, he pulled out almost all the way.
“Trevor.” She cupped her breast and licked her lips.
“Yes…darling?” It was getting harder and harder to go slow, to taunt her with a few shallow strokes before withdrawing. He wasn’t just torturing her, he was torturing himself. But it hurt so good.
“Fuck me hard,” she demanded. “Now.”
He laughed and rammed his cock home. “I’ve created a monster.”
“Harder.”
“Gladly.” He drove his hips forward. Grabbing her ass, he stroked inside, long and hard. “You feel so damn good, Allison.”
Then he pulled out of her completely and stepped back, unwrapping her legs from his waist.
“Seriously?” she growled.
“On your knees.” Taking her calves in his hands, he flipped her onto her stomach.
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she looked back at him with glazed eyes. “You’d better follow through this time, English.” She shifted her position, propping herself on her hands and knees.
“Spread your legs.”
Allie complied, and he grabbed her hip with one hand and her shoulder with the other as he slid into her. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep an even pace. He wanted her to come again before he did.
Allie collapsed onto her forearms and clutched the duvet. She was close again, he could tell. “Don’t…stop…or I’ll…kill…you.” When she came this time, she leaned her forehead against the bed and moaned.
He didn’t stop. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking it. His fingers bit into her hip as he came.
***
Allie lay beside Trevor, stretched out on her stomach, and tried to catch her breath. Dear Lord, that man knew what he was doing. He’d pushed her to the brink and brought her back too many times to count.
She’d never felt this satisfied, this fulfilled after sex. Of course, she’d never been in love before either.
He reached out and stroked her ass in lazy circles, occasionally kneading it. “I came through, gave you two orgasms.”
“Sorry, English, they only count when they’re together. These were separate, so…”
He raised his head to glower. “You said two orgasms. You didn’t specify they had to be together.”
She yawned and patted her mouth. “Didn’t think I needed to spell it out for you.”
He grunted. “I’m tossing out a yellow card on that.”
She laughed. “I don’t even know what that means.”
They didn’t speak but lay in companionable silence for a while. Eventually, Allie rolled on her side and faced him.
“What am I supposed to do?”
He gave her a sleepy smile. “Begin by stroking, then use your mouth. It may take me a few minutes, but I’ll be up to the task again in no time.”
She slapped his chest. Laughing, he caught her hand and held it against him.
“I mean about Monica.”
“Back to that, are we? What can you do, love? You know if you try to talk her out of it, she’ll just run back to him that much quicker.”
“Would you talk to her? She might listen to you.”
He slid her a look. “No, absolutely not.”
“You’re right.” She sighed dramatically and peered up at him through her lashes. “It was wrong to ask.”
Trevor laughed again. “Sorry, darling, that doesn’t work on me.”
She leaned toward him and bit his shoulder. “Okay, so tell me what to do. I have to do something. I have to fix this.”
“Why?”
“Because,” she said, sitting up, “she’s my sister. She’s my responsibility.”
Blowing out a breath, he took a strand of her hair and wound it around his finger. “Actually, she’s not.” When she opened her mouth to argue, he shushed her. “Listen to me. You’re not her mother, you’re not her father. What choices and decisions she makes are hers alone.”
“So what’s the alternative? Just let her come and go whenever they have a fight? Just let her continue to make stupid mistakes?”
“Again, love, what choice do you have?”
She frowned. “None, I guess.”
But it was frustrating. She wanted to rescue her sister, give her guidance.
Trevor reached around and swatted her butt.
She blinked up at him. “What was that for?”
“You’re thinking about your sister again. When we’re in bed, I’d appreciate your undivided attention.” He rolled her beneath him and claimed her mouth with his own.