Falling at First Sight

7. Trent

Maybe it's because I've wanted her for over a year. Maybe it's because her hands roam freely down my body like I've dreamed about. Maybe it's because her kiss tastes like lust and sweet wine and everything I ever wanted.

Whatever the reason, the second we're through her front door, I pin Autumn to the wall, my lips never leaving hers, and my hands reaching below her dress.

The sudden gasp from her lips only fuels me to deepen our touch. Her small noises are the only sounds I can hear apart from the blood rushing in my ears and my heart pounding inside my chest.

"Trent," she moans my name against my lips, our warm breath mingling. I don't know how she has any time at all to speak. I want all of her, in every way, without any thing between us. Not even words.

My fingers inch up her thighs, the soft fabric taunting me until I reach the thin lace of her panties. Her smile against my lips is sultry and sinful, just like the words she whispers. "Tear it if you want."

Fuck. As if I couldn't get any harder for her.

The thin fabric shreds easily enough and I let it fall before pulling my shirt over my head. Her hands fumble with the buckle on my belt and I swear it feels like first love all over again.

Each of us wanting, needing, and desperate to take this to the next level.

With half our clothing a careless heap piled next to us, I make a move to lift her dress, but she stops me, breathing out heavily and taking in the cool air.

"Bedroom," she murmurs against my lips and I never knew I could hate a word so much. Not daring to put space between us, I lift her in my arms and take the stairs two at a time. The lust still clinging to every inch of us, I rid us of the remaining clothing before falling onto the bed with her beneath me. With my forearms braced beside her head, she seems so small beneath me.

The windows are opened just inches, the curtains blowing with the cool evening breeze that dances along our bare skin.

Slipping my hand between her thighs, I run my middle finger up her slick seam, finding her hot and glistening with arousal. As I spread it over her clit, I leave gentle kisses along her neck and let her mewl and writhe under me.

I'm hard and eager, but I want this to be perfect.

It's not until she's begging me, whimpering both my name and the plea, that I stroke myself and rest the head of my dick against her sweet center.

I kiss her once, watching her lashes flutter down as her eyes close. Readying myself, I can barely push my head inside of her. Fuck, she feels like heaven, but the expression on her face tells me I'm the only one feeling this pleasure right now.

Pausing to give her time to adjust, I nibble her lip and wait for her expression to relax.

"It's been a while," she says, the confession leaving her in a whisper.

"I told you I'd go slow," I answer with all sincerity, but a worried smile and a huff leaves her.

"That's not quite what I mean," she says, her voice low and holding questions I don't have the answers to right now.

Her heart races against mine as I hover over her, leaning down with a kiss to silence her.

With her lips still on mine, I thrust forward, as easy as possible. Her lips part as she holds her breath, feeling every inch of me until I'm buried to the hilt.

The mix of pleasure and pain stirs in her gasps and moans, edging closer to pleasure with every thrust. I take my time, pulling nearly all the way out then pushing myself deeper and harder each time. It doesn't take long before her nails are digging into my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my hips and her heel digging into my ass to fuel me on.

"Yes," she begs and I happily oblige. Harder. Faster. I fuck her into her mattress like I've dreamed of doing. Each time I get close to finding my own release, I slow, pressing myself as deep inside of her as I can. She loses herself, pleasure racking through her body and her back bowing in ecstasy.

She's so tight I can feel every bit of her orgasm as she pulses around me, screaming out my name. I don't give her time to come down from the sweet high. Instead I fuck her mercilessly, pistoning my hips and riding her harder. She angles her hips, taking it all and clinging to me as her head presses back into the mattress and she cries out in pleasure.

This is what I've dreamed of for so long, but even my dreams weren't this good. This is perfect.

When I finally let go, I bury my head in the crook of her neck, kissing her there and giving us both a moment to catch our breath.

Falling to the side, I lie there next to her and hold her close, recalling how our night unfolded. With my hand on the small of her waist, I run soothing circles over her soft skin with my thumb and kiss her hair.

Sleep could take us both, and as much as that would make me happy, life and responsibilities are calling.

I'm not the only one thinking it.

"Time to go pick up the boys," she says and her voice resonates two things. A longing to stay just like this. And a resignation that this night is over.

Peeking down at her, she's still vibrant and beautiful, but I know she loved getting away tonight. Her gaze is lost until she closes her eyes and she plants another kiss on my chest. She needs time to know I'm serious—hell, she needed a year just to let me take her out for coffee. I'll give her all the time in the world ... tomorrow. But right now?

"Not yet," I tell her, positioning myself on top of her again. The bed groans and her bottom lip drops open just slightly. "I'm not done with you yet. Spread your legs for me."