Trust Me (12 page)

“Have you ever made love with a man?” he whispered against her ear, his warm hand cupping the swollen mound of her breast through her lacy bra. She shook her head softly and his actions froze. He leaned up and looked into her face, his eyes glowing dark with passion. “How is that possible, or don’t you like men?” he asked softly.

“Yes I like men. It’s just never been right before,” she whispered. She frowned at his expression, eager, passionate and hesitant all in one.

“And it does now?” he whispered softly. She nodded and he smiled. “I have wanted you for so long,” he whispered and closed his eyes briefly. “Since the first moment I laid eyes on you.” He slowly released her hands and wrapped her in his embrace, kissing her hair and breathing in the scent of her. They lay on the bed together, feeling the warmth of each other’s body.

“I don’t think it should be like this. Your first time needs to be special, memorable.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” she insisted.

“You’re incorrigible,” he said against her neck as he nuzzled it softly with his lips.

“Please?” she pleaded and was rewarded for her impatience as his warm fingers traced the exposed skin above her bra, his lips returning to her ear, licking and teasing the soft curves. She wasn’t sure what it was exactly that she wanted, or how to proceed in obtaining it, she just knew she didn’t want him to stop.

“I want you so badly,” he told her as he kissed her between her breasts, rolling her to her back. His tongue drew warm, moist circles across her skin, his hands pushing her breasts together tightly, yet gently. She moaned and moved her arms above her head, allowing him full access to her quivering body.

Sandra closed her eyes and fell into a pool of sensation; she had never felt anything as incredible as his touch on her bare skin and then a cool breeze blew across her; he had found the front opening of her bra and unfastened it, pushing the thin material aside.

“Never wear any other type of bra,” he told her with an appreciative grin, his lips grazing the delicate skin, tracing her areola with the tip of his tongue, nipping and sucking her erect nipple. The sensation was extraordinary, the heat and passion burned into her flesh, his tongue branding her with searing kisses. She heard the deep rumble of his moan, feeling the vibration against her tender flesh as her back arched, her breast pressing deeper into his mouth. His tongue lavishly bathed her and she was transported to another planet; no reasonable thought, no audible communication was possible as he began to suck her nipple harder, her back arching further against his hot mouth.

Creighton took full advantage of her eagerness, gently sliding one erect nipple between his teeth, biting gently and easing it deeper into his hot mouth. He teased and caressed the sensitive skin with his tongue, over and over, repeating the delicious torture to the other breast until she was certain her soul would explode.

“More,” she moaned hearing his deep, reluctant groan.

“No more,” he whispered and pushed away from her slightly. “You need sleep and I want better for you, but I promise I won’t make you wait long.” She looked at him and frowned. How could he possibly say no? Wasn’t he feeling the same heat she was? But before she could utter a single work, he pressed his hard erection against her thigh again and she felt his response burn into her.

“But, I want you now. I don’t want to wait any longer.” She couldn’t believe the words had just come from her mouth, but then she couldn’t believe he was rejecting her, either. She watched him as he rose to his knees beside her, staring down into her passion filled eyes. He sat there for a long moment, taking in the sight of her exposed breasts, before he reached down and unfastened the snap of her jeans.

“Just like Christmas,” he whispered. His eyes returned to hers and she smiled brightly.

“My present to you,” she whispered with a warm blush as his fingers slowly caressed the exposed skin above the closed zipper.

“I will never be satisfied with another gift after this,” he told her and with painstaking slowness, he slid the zipper down, pulling the flaps apart carefully and slipping his long fingers gently between her jeans and panties. He caressed and kneaded the soft material that covered her desire until she moaned, smiling wickedly as he gathered the material between his fingers, tugging her panties so the elastic slipped into the moisture between her labia. She moaned again and he released the tension on her panties, only to pull it again a little more eagerly. He did this again, then once more and stopped.

Her eyes opened wide following him as he moved from the bed to stand at the foot, untying the laces to her shoes. He slipped them off one at a time, followed by her socks. He let all four fall carelessly to the floor then flexed her knees up, bending them and pushing them apart gently; her feet braced on the mattress. His fingers traced the inseam of her pants from ankle to crotch, resting his hand firmly against the zipper, pressing the metal teeth into her sensitive flesh.

His touch was maddening and she closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of his firm fingers as he ran them back down the inside of her legs and slowly up again. He paused momentarily, his fingers playing with the waistband of her pants before he gently began pulling them down. Sandra’s eyes opened to see him smiling at her while he tugged the material over her hips and down her legs to lie on the floor with her shoes and socks.

Creighton didn’t move for several long moments, his eyes traveled down her exposed breasts, to her damp panties, down her thighs to her bent legs. He ran his hand down the path his eyes had just taken, allowed his fingers to burn a blazing path of desire across her delicate skin. She moaned and closed her eyes again, sliding a long finger across her panties and stopped. She could feel his eyes on her, the palm of his hand pressing hard against her moist need. Her eyes opened slowly to see him staring into her face again; a soft smile caressing the corners of his mouth. He slid the tip of his tongue out, slowly caressing his lips and causing her to gasp, though she couldn’t understand why his action was so erotic.

He pulled the front of her panties together again, tugging them sharply until the elastic flipped into the crevice between her labia, causing her to moan; his eyes turning the shade of midnight. He slowly climbed on the end of the bed, moving his thighs between her legs, pressing his weight into the mattress and nudging her upwards with his knees against her firm backside.

Without moving his eyes from hers, he released his grip on her panties, slipping his hands beneath her back and lifted her up to sit in his lap as he deftly removed her shirt and bra from her shoulders. He ran his hands slowly up and down her naked back, his tongue licking her from
ear to neck, to collarbone. His fingers removing the tight elastic wrap from her hair and with a low primal growl he wrapped her hair around his fist; holding her on his lap he moved his lips to hers, kissing her until she was panting. He slowly unwound her hair and lowered her to the bed again, his knees positioned between her spread thighs. She lay beneath his intent gaze, his eyes traveling across every inch of her slender body.

“I have never seen anything more beautiful,” he whispered, his hands moving up the inside of her legs, pushing them further apart until she was spread wide open beneath his eager gaze.

“Not even in the hayloft?” she asked shyly.

“Not even in a million haylofts,” he assured her. “I will never allow anyone to take my gift from me,” he told her possessively and she blushed watching his expression devour her. With excruciating slowness, he caressed the length of her inner thighs with his thumbs, making her moan again. She closed her eyes and sank further into the mattress, her delicate skin alive with his touch. Her stomach clenched, the apex of her desire quivered when his fingers slowly touched and caressed her through her thin panties.

Sandra moaned again, her hips rising slightly from the comfort of the bed. Creighton chuckled softly, his tone deep and husky and she could feel his warm breath against her knee as he lifted her legs higher, resting her feet on his thighs. His hand continued to caress her exposed flesh until she opened her eyes and looked down watching him kiss and taste the soft skin of her ankle with his tongue. He raised her leg in the air above his head, kissing her calf, the back of her knee, her thigh, blazing a trail of desire though each touch of his lips on her skin, resting her leg across his broad shoulder. He looked into her sparkling eyes repeating this action with her other leg and soon she had him embraced between her legs, just as her arms had been a few moments ago.

He leaned across her in deliberate slow motion, trailing warm kisses along her inner thighs, first one than the other. She felt like she was on fire, closing her eyes again, feeling his hot breath caress her sensitive flesh; his lips brushed the elastic outline of her panties and she bit her lip and moaned again; his lips moving against the silky fabric, his breath heating the underlying moisture. The waves of desire began to wash over her as strange sensations came alive between her legs and she could feel the moisture begin to flow, growing hot with the penned up need.

Just when she thought she could bear no more, the material of her panties were pushed aside. She opened her eyes and watched him, as he bent lower across her, blowing his heated breath against the short brown curls between her legs. He didn’t move for several agonizing breaths, he just looked at her, his eyes setting her flesh on fire with a need she had never before felt.

“So wet.” He gently touched the layer of curls causing her to gasp. “So mine.” She watched him remove her panties, sliding them off first one leg and then the other, replacing her legs across his shoulders. Sandra closed her eyes again, feeling the bed sink under his weight as he stretched out between her legs. The warmth of his tongue began to caress the soft folds of her desire causing her to close her eyes tighter, unable to watch what he was doing. It seems so wrong, but it felt so incredibly right.

Creighton’s tongue was very skillful dipping into the moisture, his own desire making him growl deeply. The sound vibrated against her heat, causing her to lift her hips up to meet his tongue, seeking a closer contact. She felt the sensations, the swirling insanity as his tongue caressed and tasted the top of her inner folds. She was dizzy and knew something was about to happen, but had no idea at what depth he would take her.

She moaned again, her legs around his shoulders tightened; her hands clenched the covers of the mattress. The waves of volcanic heat that had been building within her for several long minutes broke free like a damn; her back arched, her hands balling even tighter in the material beneath her and she cried out.

Creighton was ruthless; he didn’t stop his torturous teasing, his fingers joining the game, rubbing against the small nub his tongue had been playing with, sending her release to a deeper depth. She cried out his name when he gently bit her and sucked the small bud into his mouth. Her hips writhing beneath him and she felt the sting of his finger when he slid one inside her virginal body. She couldn’t stand any more as the passion ripped within her like a tornado. She tried to struggle her hips loose of his grip causing him to chuckle, deep and vibrating against her very sensitive flesh; she was a mass of quivered sensations but he held her down to the mattress, holding her hips prisoner beneath his lavish assault.

Sandra cried out again, louder, trying to pull away from his incredible tongue, but he continued for several more moments, sliding two fingers inside her, swirling them around and thrusting them in and out at a leisurely pace. Quickly, the
  need exploded on a much higher plane and she heard herself scream with this new, deeper release. He slowly relented and stopped his torturous tongue lashing, allowing her to settle back against the mattress. She could hardly breathe; her heart was pounding wildly, her lungs heaving heavily as they struggled for air.

Creighton moved up to lay next to her on the bed, wrapping her tightly in his embrace, her left leg lying across his hip, his right thigh pressing against her wet apex. She could feel the sweat on his chest and arms as her body began to quiet, her breathing slowly returned to a soft pant.

Several long moments passed before her heartbeat returned to normal and she could think once again. That was possibly the most incredible thing she had ever experienced, she thought, but something deep inside assured her they weren’t finished yet.

“Still want more?” Creighton asked softly against her ear and she felt his own desire press against her. How could she possibly handle more? But then that word brought with it a new stirring of her imagination. She moved slightly so she could look into his dark eyes and saw the need shining in their depths. Sandra smiled shyly and realized his long fingers were still inside her. The deep desire in his eyes grew more urgent, his gaze holding her prisoner. His fingers moved slowly in and out of her, his thumb caressing the spot that he had been suckling a few moments before. A knowing smile twitched his lips and she couldn’t believe she was feeling it again, so soon, but her stomach began to clench and she blushed as he watched her. He looked at her with raised eyebrows, silently wanting an answer to his question. She nodded and blushed as he kissed her forehead, her temple, across to her ear and down her neck.

‘And so it begins again’
, she thought, closing her eyes and resting her head back against the mattress. Everything she had just felt was waking again and her breath was becoming a series of soft panting moans. He moved his fingers in and out for several long moments before removing them completely, causing her to moan with regret, her eyes opened watching him slip his fingers into his mouth. Sandra gasped as she watched him, it was so seductive, but so naughty and she couldn’t help blushing, feeling the heat spread all the way down to her toes. Creighton’s smile was seductive and reassuring and he leaned into her, kissing her lips passionately. She was shocked when she realized she could taste the salty moisture of her release against his lips.