He takes my hand and guides me onto the mattress. I crawl over him and settle my knees on either side of his body, straddling him. His arousal strains under his briefs, pressing against my inner thigh. Butterflies erupt in my stomach. Trenton sits up and kisses me deep and slow, and my nervousness vanishes, driven from my body by that all-encompassing quake. I grip his back, kneading his taut muscles, which hint at a primal strength that could overpower me. His lips make an unhurried journey down my throat and our hips begin a slow and sensual rocking. Then his mouth is on my breast and his tongue swirls over my hard nipple. Our rocking intensifies to needy, zealous thrusts. Trenton captures my nipple between his lips and sucks gently. My spine curves, hijacking his tender approach and pushing my breast into his hot mouth. I’m rewarded by stronger suction and more of that delicious grind of his hips.
