Notuntilnow. He almost said it out loud but clamped his mouth shut in the nick of time. The idea was absurd. What he and Allie had wasn’t about that. It was about sexual attraction, nothing else.

“I haven’t fucked you in my own bed yet.” He let go of her wrists, reached underneath her, and unzipped her dress, pulling it away from her shoulders and down her arms. Her nipples were visibly hard beneath the rosy satin bra. He bent his head and ran his tongue over one. He raised his eyes to watch her reaction.

Allie gave him a tender look that made him uncomfortable. In one quick move, he raised himself and stripped her of her dress. Then he settled over her again and roughly kissed her. He didn’t want to talk about his grandfather or her sister and the worthless boyfriend. He wanted to pound into Allison. Over and over and over again.

She kissed him back as she pulled his shirt out of his trousers and hastily undid the buttons down the front. She pushed it off him and ran her short nails down his back. God how he loved that.

With his knees on either side of her hips, he sat up and divested himself of his shirt, then watched as she reached beneath her back and unhooked her bra. He helped pull it off and cupped her breasts, flicking his thumbs against her nipples. Allie moaned.

This was what they had, this was all that mattered—how it felt when they were together. Everything else fell away.

Moving down, Trevor whipped off her knickers. He then hooked his hands under her knees and lifted them over his shoulders. Before he pounded into her, he was going to taste her. Thoroughly.

He ran his hands up and down her legs, ran his chin alongside her knee. Biting her lip, she shivered.

“Touch yourself, Allison. You know what that does to me.” He watched as she pressed her breasts together. Those lovely, full, pink-tipped breasts. His shallow breath quickened as he watched her lick a finger and twirl it around a nipple.

Groaning, he lowered himself until his mouth almost touched her pussy, and using both hands, parted her outer lips. With long, steady strokes he licked her before dipping his tongue inside her, then slowly lapped up to her clit. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, watching her with hooded eyes. “Talk to me.”

***

Allie couldn’t think, let alone talk. “Less talking, more licking,” she managed to say. Palming her breasts, she ran a thumb over her nipples. It was like there was an invisible string from them to her clit. She glanced down, her eyes meeting Trevor’s.

He continued to lick, his tongue darting inside her. Every muscle in her body clenched in response.

Then he stopped, planted a kiss on her thigh. “You taste sweet.” He slid a finger inside of her, brought it to his mouth, and sucked it. But those stormy gray eyes never left hers. “So sweet.”

She pinched her nipples into sharp points and ground her hips into the bed. “Lick me again.”

“Where, darling?” He raised his brows and looked like he could wait all night for her response as he ran his chin along her lower abdomen. His coarse stubble tickled her skin.

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.