Trev took his time, toying with the straps on her slip of a nightgown and laying delicate kisses on her shoulders. She slipped her arm out, silently amazed at his patience. He lavished her chest and throat with attention, never once straying lower, until she twisted beneath him, her fingers curling into the nape of his neck. Normally, she’d be on top by now, driving the action with innate dominance. Probably, she preferred it overall, but it also felt good to find out how he liked to touch her, left to his own devices.

And he caressed her body like he had all the time in the world. No limits, no tomorrow. He licked and nuzzled her breasts and then lower still, tracing his name on her stomach with his tongue. She only knew that because he whispered each letter into her damp skin, creating pleasurable goose bumps and a sweet little chill with each breath. When he murmured the V, he veered lower and kissed the tops of her thighs, his palms gentle when he parted her legs.

“Just making sure this is still good,” he asked on a soft pause, eyes locked on hers.

She propped up on an elbow, drinking in the ridiculously appealing picture he made. “I’m aching to see how this all ends up. Don’t keep me in suspense.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Butterfly.”

With delicate fingers, he parted her sex and went in with his lips first, more heated kisses exactly where she wanted them. Leanne sank her fingers into his hair and tugged, trying to get his mouth on her clit, but he teased her with slow, languid licks everywhere else. He liked to draw everything out, like she was a Popsicle that would melt for him. The heat blazing through her backed up that theory, and she lifted her hips, rolling her pussy against his face.

“You’re getting so wet and squirming so much. It’s incredibly hot.”

“So is your mouth. Please stop talking.” The truth was, even the rumble of his voice felt good, but she needed more.

He pulled back long enough to strip off his boxers, then he returned to her, and stroking her just so, his body hanging over hers. Leanne pulled him down on top of her, twining their legs together. Then he rocked against her, seeming in no hurry to push inside. More tantalizing thrusts, and he shuddered, so hard that it must have been torture. She couldn’t remember ever wanting to fuck more in her life. That’s it. Leanne shoved him back and straddled him, taking charge the way nature had designed her.