switched sides and gave the other peak its due.
"Trey," she moaned.
He could smell her again. Clean but entirely female. He wanted to taste the sweet desire he knew he'd find between her legs. Trey kissed her mouth again, then slid a hand down her belly and explored her fleshy folds. She was soaked, slippery, hot. He found her clit and tested it with teasing fingers. She gasped in response, and his prick twitched with frustration. But he had to go slow. He couldn't scare her off with his need for her. She was not a quick fuck and thank-you-ma'am.
As he slid a finger into her, she shifted her weight to spread her legs some. He set his tongue to match rhythm with his finger and their kiss became more powerful and even harsh.
Liv wasn't light as a feather when he put his hands around her waist and lifted her to sit on the desk, but neither was she more than he could handle.
"I can't," she whispered.
"Trust me."
He pressed her back until she leaned on her elbows, and then he kissed her breasts, ribs, her flat belly, and down further, where her scent called him.
"I…" she began, only to break off as he slid two fingers into her slowly.
"Hush, darlin'. This is your time just to feel. Don't think."
She moaned softly. "It's been a long time. I don't know if… I don't know."
" I know. Trust me to know."
Trey bent between her legs, and touched her wetness with the tip of his tongue. As he expected, she was butter creamy and slightly salty. Her trembling thighs were incentive for him to taste more. He lapped at her as his fingers fucked her, much as he'd like his cock to do. But now was not the time for his own pleasure, save the pleasure he got from hearing her pants and soft moans.
He tongued her with long strokes, then short, and when she was squirming under his face, he touched her swollen clit. It was plump and engorged, poking out from under its hood in invitation. Trey sucked it and she arched.
"Oh God."
His answer was to hum against her tender bud. She moaned louder, and he fucked her faster with his fingers. Her body began to tighten around him.
"I can't! Oh, please…don't make me."
"Come for me, Liv. Give it to me."
Muffled music drifted in from the other room. Liv's pants and soft moans punctuated it like a bass beat. "Liv."
"It's not you," she gasped. "It's me. I don't deserve… I'm too..." Her hips squirmed away slightly.
Trey picked up on one word more than any other. "Deserve? You don't deserve to come?"
Her eyes were closed, and she bit her lip. Trey leaned back away from her, but retained hold on her hips. He didn't want to give up so soon; it was obvious that she was not frigid, but something was definitely holding her back.
Liv whispered her response. "No, I don't deserve it."
"Why not?"
"I…I lied."
Trey mentally recited a list of all he could remember her telling him. "To me?"
She nodded, eyes still closed.
His voice was sharper than he intended when he said, "Look at me."
"I can't. I'm ashamed."
"Liv."
Her eyes opened and focused briefly on him, then slid away. "I'm sorry."
"What was your lie?"
"I…I really…I really am hungry." Pink suffused her face.
That was it? She was hungry? He couldn't believe such an insignificant thing could be so important to her. "That was it?"
She nodded, shifting her eyes back to him. Tears shone there.
Trey thought for a moment, wanting to get past this hurdle, but unwilling to allow her to withdraw from him. Intimacy was the right next step in their relationship. He took a pace back away from her and put on his military demeanor. "Get up, woman. Get up and bend over the desk."
A tear trickled down her face, but she sat up. "Trey?"
"You heard me. Over the desk."
"I don't understand."
He made a twirling motion with his hand. "Turn around and bend over the desk, Liv. I'm not goin' to tell you again."
She stood, hands trembling on the edge of the desk. There was a brief pause before her tiny nod.
Trey's cock quivered at the sight of her