Don’t do it, a voice hisses inside of me when the thought strikes. You’ll make a fool of yourself.
I push away the nerves and move my hand to his groin, touching the massive throbbing outline of his dick, pressing against his pants.
“I think I have some idea,” I whimper.
It was supposed to come out sassy and confident, but my voice shivers as I grip onto the unbelievable size of him. I remember how huge he was when he stood over the bed, the way his cock pointed straight up it was so hard, veins moving up and down it, pulsing, hungry.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “You eager horny thing. Tell me you’re ready, Snapshot. I need to feel that hole. I need to feel how tight and excited you are. Tell me you’re ready.”
“Ah,” I moan, as his hand slaps against my ass in a kissing spank.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growls.
“Yeah,” I sigh breathily. “But not too hard. Just enough to make it feel…”
I whimper when he spanks me again, his lips twitched knowingly, his eyes consuming me.
“Enough to feel like your fantasies?” he finishes for me.
“Yes,” I cry, loving how easily he can read me. “Oh, God. Trent. I don’t want to disappoint you. I’m ready, I think I am. But what if I’m not enough? Or what if you’re too much?”
He might not fit into my untouched hole. I don’t know. He’s so massive.
“You don’t need to overthink this,” he snarls as I keep rubbing him over his pants, squeezing onto the thick solidity of him, stunned at how huge he feels in my hand. “Our bodies want this. My seed, your womb… fuck it, I don’t care if it sounds crazy. Fate wants us to do this, Snapshot. Don’t worry. I’ll lead the way. I’ll show you how sexy you are.”
I look up at him, studying the glint in his eyes, shining in the moonlight. I search for any sign of deceit or any reason I shouldn’t trust and believe him.
There isn’t any. All I see is confidence and possession and us as if our entire future relationship – children and marriage and love – is shimmering across his expression.
“Okay,” I whisper. “Show me, Trent.”
I giggle when he sweeps me off my feet, carrying me as though I’m weightless. I’m flying through the air, over the pines, and then across the platform toward the cabin.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lay my head against his chest, biting my lip so I don’t blurt the sentence that tries to erupt out of my mouth.
Oh, Trent, I imagine myself saying. It feels like our wedding night, like when you’ll carry me across the threshold.
But just like the L-word is a no-no, so are comments like that. Maybe he’d react warmly and maybe he’d feel the same…
Or maybe he’d drop me and laugh.
I force the sentiment down, focusing on this moment instead, and this moment alone.
I laugh in delight when he drops me onto the bed. The lamps are lit, sending a warm yellow glow across the room, and the heater is on, softly infusing the room with a warmth that makes me want to strip all my clothes off.
Or perhaps that has more to do with the sight of Trent standing over the bed, his face tight as he stares at me, his eyes moving over my legs and then up to my face.
“I almost want you to keep that dress on,” he growls, leaning down and sliding his hand up my thigh. “But fucking hell. I know how incredible you look naked.”
He grabs the hem of the dress and pulls it up, up over my body, and then over my head. I lift my arms to help him.
He tosses the dress to the floor and then leaps on me, the mattress whining under his massive frame.
His lips are on mine and his chest presses against my breasts, the rock hardness of his muscular body making me feel as though I’m trapped, and yet I want to be trapped… beneath him, the word trapped doesn’t even make sense.
I dig my fingernails into his broad-muscled back, gripping onto his hardness, his unwavering solidity.
He growls through the kiss, the tips of our tongues clashing together.
I can barely focus on the kiss when he slides his hand up my thigh and clamps down on my sex, grinding the heel of his hand against my lips and my hole and my clit through my underwear. I grind and buck against him, twitching, biting down as my belly surges with warmth.
He growls when I bite onto his lip, but he doesn’t stop.
He pushes my underwear aside and slips his finger slickly inside of me.
“Fuck,” he snarls, leaning back and gazing down at me like I’m putting on a personal show just for him. “Are you going to be a good virgin and come for me? Get your pussy nice and wet for my dick.