"Why?" I hear myself whisper.
Standing in front of me, looking into my eyes, Travis says nothing. He lifts the hem of his shirt, his muscles shifting with the movement of him removing it.
"What are you doing?" I ask, whispering again. I feel my eyes widen in awe of being in his confident and strong presence.
His hands make their way to his jeans. After releasing the b.u.t.ton, he unzips them and closes the distance between us completely.
"I love you," he says in my ear while his hands roam the expanse of my waist. They lock themselves tight behind me, holding my body hostage to his.
"That doesn"t tell me why you"re here," I answer, feeling my skirt being unzipped.
Travis drags it down my thighs, kissing each in turn, then grabbing each ankle, one after the other, to help remove it. Feeling his aura surround me, I"m not as p.i.s.sed as I was.
Stretching his large body, he stands to face me again. This time, his fingers work the b.u.t.tons on my shirt. One after another, I watch with bated breath as he works them with ease.
"Are we going to have an affair?"
He smiles wide at my ridiculous question. I hadn"t meant to ask that out loud.
Once he has the last b.u.t.ton undone, his fingertips touch my shoulders and he removes my shirt. It drops to the floor with the rest of our clothes.
"You"re not talking."
He smiles again, this one bigger than the last. Leaning in, he kisses my shoulder near my bra strap and drags it down, then kisses where it sat. He does the same with the other.
"I don"t understand," I say on a light moan once he unclasps my bra and aggressively takes my nipple in his mouth.
My hands make their way to his hair and I shamelessly pull as much of it as I can, holding him in place. I feel his breath against my skin and it causes my body"s reaction to him to spur; I feel warm all over.
His hands clutch my a.s.s and I feel the tear in my favorite panties before he tosses them aside.
Swallowing hard, feeling exposed and vulnerable, I ask, "What are we doing?"
He doesn"t answer. Instead he grabs my wrists and pulls them to the waist of his jeans. Without words, he"s telling me to remove them. Without hesitation I do as he wants. I bend, removing his jeans and boxers, waiting for him to step out of them. I look up from where I"m crouched; rest my knees on the floor and continue to stare into his eyes.
My hands make their way to his c.o.c.k. With my confidence already waning, my fingers circle it gently, root to tip, back and forth, keeping the circle tightly closed. When Travis breaks eye contact and looks at the ceiling to exhale, I take it in my mouth.
I"ve never heard Travis moan.
The walls echo his surprise as he continues straining to look up. He grabs my head. One hand braces the back, the other holding tight against the crown. Immediately he starts to move his hips, forcing me to take him in and out of my mouth with quick, gentle thrusts. I close my eyes and listen.
He"s saying my name. . . .
But this time, it"s not to console me, call out to me, and definitely not to calm me. He"s saying my name in pleasure.
I hum with satisfaction and he uses more force in response.
Looking down at me, he pulls my hair to stop me. I continue sucking eagerly, attempting to deter him from stopping this. His eyes narrow slightly before he hisses loudly.
"You need to stop," he demands, concentrating on my mouth.
I have nothing to say. I continue to move him in and out of my mouth until I"m given a taste of what"s coming. I"ve never tasted him. I"ve never pushed him over the edge in any physical sense. When I"ve told him he"s aggressive, I meant it, but now I realize I had no idea what I was saying.
My hair is pulled again. This time it causes me to drop my hold on him. My mouth stays open and my eyes stay trained on the part of him he"s taking away.
"You"ve never done that," he whispers.
I nod in agreement because I haven"t. My inexperience kept me from exploring all parts of him.
"I"m going to come all over you, Sarah."
Dear G.o.d in heaven, please make that happen.
"And you"re going to look at me when I do."
I"ve never heard Travis talk about s.e.x, let alone talk about it with such raw vulgarity. I start to smile, thinking he"s not serious, but hoping like f.u.c.k he is.
He doesn"t smile back at all. His eyes are blazing. Bending down, Travis reaches under my arms, lifts me in the air and tosses me gently on the bed. Thinking he"s going to get in, I start to move over, but he grabs my legs, spreading them wide. He crouches until his knees. .h.i.t the floor and his mouth covers my entire p.u.s.s.y.
f.u.c.k me. I"ve never felt anything like this.
His tongue explores my c.l.i.t, racing around it then adding pressure. I start to buck off the bed, unable to control my own movements. His hands find my waist and his fingers dig in harshly, holding me in place. I feel my eyes roll in my head as my back arches off the bed.
The aching in my c.l.i.t stops, but only long enough for me to feel his tongue dip inside me.
My body jolts with a pleasure I can"t contain it. I let out a loud, gut-wrenching scream. My hands fist the sheets as I try to pull myself up. I fight uselessly with my body until Travis eases his torturous but pleasurable a.s.sault.
His head pulls back and I catch my breath before looking down on him. His smile is back.
"You"re happy with yourself," I say, joking.
His smile drops. "Not until you come all over my face."
f.u.c.k.
Fear races through me. So far with Travis, my inexperience hasn"t mattered. He"s not pushed me further than he knows I"m willing to go.
He"s pushing now.
"Travis," I start, realizing I"m using his name to calm him, but in an entirely different scenario.
His eyes are still blazing and his hands are still holding me in place.
"I"m going to take your a.s.s, too."
I gasp, not from pleasure. His proclamation scares the p.i.s.s out of me.
His finger pushes against the ring of nerves there and I sit up and try to back away. I don"t get far. Travis stands, grabs me again and tosses me further on the bed. His body falls between my thighs and he"s poised at my entrance. His hands are braced on either side of my head.
"Not tonight," he says, sliding into me with a hard thrust. "Soon, though," he continues, pushing in and out. "If you"re goin" to be mine, I"m goin" to take that, too."
I freeze. I can"t help but look at him then at the ceiling as my brows furrow in thought. I bite my bottom lip briefly as I continue thinking. Travis senses this and stops moving. His c.o.c.k is inside me, pulsing. My soft tissues surrounding him are already swollen from his fingers and tongue.
Pushing at his chest, I force him further up. "What did you say?"
"I"m going to take your a.s.s."
Slapping his chest quickly so he doesn"t forget, I ask again, "No, before that. What did you say?"
I see the smile on his face. The hall light spotlights his chiseled features. "I said if you"re going to be mine. . . ."
"How"s that possible?" I whisper with hope.
"Not about possible, it"s what it is. If you still want us, Sarah. Do you?"
"Yes," I return softly, my heart less heavy than it"s felt in the week that pa.s.sed without him. "Are you sure?"
"Sarah, I"m in your bed. I"m naked and on top of you. My c.o.c.k is in your p.u.s.s.y. Ask again, am I sure."
"Aggressive," I respond.
"Not yet, but it"s about to be."
My eyes widen before his mouth finds mine and takes it in a violent claim. I taste myself on his lips and tongue. I don"t resist him; I accept him with all I"ve got in me.
"When I come on your stomach, I want you looking at me," he whispers after releasing my mouth.
I start to say something, then stop. Not because I don"t have a million thoughts running through my head, but because Travis is. .h.i.tting the same spot inside me he"s done before and my insides clench in tormented pleasure.
"Ready?"
I can"t verbally respond, so I nod.
His body picks up speed, his hands hold my arms above my head and his words fuel the drive he"s already pushed me toward.
"Come for me, baby. I want to f.u.c.kin" hear you."
It"s there. My body shakes, my head thrashes, and he doesn"t stop until I"m completely taken.
"Sarah, look at me!" he shouts, the vein in his neck protruding as he holds himself up on one arm and uses his other to pull out and hold his c.o.c.k against me. His warmth spreads over my thighs and stomach.
The thought comes and I can"t let it go. I have to smile. I never thought a man"s c.u.m could be so hot!
After he"s done, I feel his hand against my stomach as he spreads it. He continues the warm trail up to my chest and back down to my s.e.x. His fingers dip in and out. I gasp, sensitive to the touch.
"That was intense," I say, exhaling.
I"m watching the small s.p.a.ce between our bodies, but he"s studying it. Finally, he looks back at me with a serious expression. "This is us if you want it, Sarah. It won"t change."
"I don"t want to change anything. I just want it back."
Kissing me, gently this time, Travis covers my body with his completely. When he"s done, his neck pulls back and we"re nose to nose.
"I meant it when I said I loved you."
"I know."
"And I"m sorry about forcing you to go."
"I know."
"I did it for you. I"m still nervous you"re going to wake up one morning and realize that I"m all you"ve ever known. I"m scared you"ll hate me for it."
I shake my head as I tell him, "Won"t happen. You get me and I don"t think there"s anyone else that does."
"I put up with you, you mean."
"There"s something I want to say," I start, and watch his eyebrow rise in question. "And this may p.i.s.s you off, but you need to hear it "cause I need to say it."
"What now?"
My face is as honest and serious as I can make it. "Ace won"t just go away. He"s going to meddle. He"s never going to agree you"re enough for me."
"f.u.c.k Ace," he returns quickly with a look of irritation.
Pulling out from under him, I sit up to give us both s.p.a.ce. "That"s not what you said before. You left me."
"Sarah," he sits up, grabs my face and holds me still. "I"m going to do whatever I can to make sure you"re taken care of. Always. And you saw Ace after he found that s.h.i.t out. He was livid. I did what I had to do to make you happy."
My eyes are welling with tears. I look up toward the ceiling to avoid having them fall. "If I don"t have you, Travis, I won"t ever be happy."
"I won"t leave you again."
"I don"t think I could handle it."
He sighs softly. "You could, Sarah. But you have my promise. I won"t leave you again."
Kissing his cheek and smiling to myself, I aim to lighten the mood. "You"re a moody a.s.s with a boss complex."
"Boss complex?"
"You"re bossy."
Rolling over to his side, he takes me with him. "Go shower. You"re a mess."
"See!"
"It"s not bossy if what I"m telling you to do benefits you."