Free Slam Dunk: Black & White Collection by Mari Carr

pick you up and take you ice-skating. Then we can come back here for hot chocolate.”
    His words were spoken lightly, but she could see a glimmer of distrust in his gaze. There was a part of him that thought she’d say no. She felt guilty for holding him at arm’s length for so long.
    She took a step closer to him, moving until they were a hairsbreadth apart. “That sounds like fun. But tell me—” She reached down and ran her hand along his erection. Trey sucked in a gasp of air at her unexpected touch. “Do you mean we’ll literally have hot chocolate? Or is that code for something else?” She pressed harder against his rigid cock.
    He chuckled. “Oh, it’s code. Definitely code.”
    “Good,” she said, standing on tiptoe to place a soft kiss on his jaw. “Can I be the whipped cream on top?”
    She was still rubbing his cock and it twitched at her request. “Get upstairs,” he commanded. “Now.”
    Ellie grinned. Apparently Trey had hit his breaking point. A tremor of arousal snaked through her body. So had she. “Race you.” She turned and took off up the stairs, Trey hot on her heels.
    She was nearly to the bed when Trey picked her up, twisting in mid-stride and taking her down on the mattress with him. “Tie,” he proclaimed.
    “You cheated.”
    He laughed, tickling her. “I don’t remember setting any rules.”
    She struggled, laughing beneath him, wondering if she’d ever been able to be herself with anyone before Trey. Everything with him felt natural and true. After a few minutes of playful wrestling, Trey called a truce.
    He stood beside the bed and reached out to help her up as well. When he bent forward to kiss her, it was clear the games were over and the night was about to get serious. His deep, warm kiss sent tingles of desire along her spine.
    She pulled his sweatshirt over his head, anxious to see his bare chest, hungry to touch him. She ran her fingers along his hard pecs, following the trail with her lips and tongue. Trey stood still as she worshipped his dark, beautiful skin.
    “My turn,” he whispered after a few moments. Her sweatshirt joined his on the floor. Trey pushed her bra straps off her shoulders, his lips devouring that little area around her neck and the top of her arms. Her toes curled in her shoes as he found one of her main erogenous zones. Her need for more grew and she tugged at the waistband of the silly lounge pants. He helped her, pushing the material over his hips, kicking the pants off along with his shoes. They repeated the motions with her pants and then Trey removed her bra.
    They stood naked amid the pile of discarded clothing and for several quiet moments, they merely stared. Looked their fill.
    “I love your body,” she said at last, breaking the silence.
    He smiled. “Ditto.”
    Reaching behind him, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer. She watched him don it quickly.
    The moment of truth had arrived.
    “How long has it been?” he asked.
    Her face must have betrayed her sudden nervousness. “A year and a half.”
    Trey nodded. Then he kissed her. As their lips played, Trey sat on the mattress, dragging Ellie over him until she straddled his hips.
    “For this first time, maybe it should be your show,” he whispered. “Your pace.”
    She smiled as he lay back. She followed his motion, rising slightly to take the head of his cock inside her pussy. She closed her eyes briefly at his size. He would more than fill her and suddenly she appreciated his thoughtfulness. She’d have to work up to taking him fully inside.
    Moving slightly, she sank a bit lower, wincing at the tight fit.
    “Easy,” he murmured.
    She opened her eyes to look at him. “Would you get a terribly big head if I said you were way bigger than any of my past lovers?”
    He gave her a cocky grin.
    “Yeah,” she said. “That’s what I thought.” She pressed down once more. Glancing below her waist, she noticed she hadn’t taken more than half of him in.
    Trey