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TREVOR

G od, she was perfect. That was all that came to mind as I laid there watching Tasha sleep. Her blonde hair slipped out of the bun she put it in earlier, strands falling across her face. She was curled up against my chest, legs draped around my waist.

When Tasha slept, she turned into a koala bear. She literally became so clingy it was adorable. If I so much as tried to move, she would cling to me tighter and would groan deep in her sleep. Which was why I was currently still lying here, arm numb from her lying on it.

It was still a bit surreal that Tasha was all mine. Sometimes, I couldn’t help but think I'd imagined it all, and that I’d wake up and find Tasha gone. She may have only moved in a week ago, but it was as if she always lived with me. While it may have been a little bit soon to move in together, it felt right.

Everything felt right with her here in my bed where she belonged. Even her stuffed turtle from Australia fit on the bedside table.

With the urge to get as close to her as humanly possible, I slowly lifted her leg off of me and gently twisted her to lie on her back. With her off of me, I was able to sit up and admire her from a different angle. The tempting thoughts racing through my mind brought a smirk to my face.

Peeling back the covers, I slid down the bed. I kept my eyes on Tasha to see if she'd wake up before I got into position. She didn't so much as stir as I moved to my favorite place in the world—in between her thighs.

She was still naked from last night, which made this even easier for me. I needed to taste her more than I needed oxygen.

Without wasting another second, I grabbed her thighs and spread her open. The sight before me was more glorious than anything I'd ever seen, and that included holding the Cup Championship trophy. I could’ve died a happy man right then. My grip tightened as I trailed my nose along her inner thighs.

I felt Tasha start to move under me and smirked. She wasn't awake yet but she was about to be. Unable to hold back anymore, I ran my tongue along her slit, groaning low in my throat at the taste of her.

Flattening my tongue, I licked the entire length of her pussy, my cock already hard in my boxers. The taste of her was the most addictive thing on the entire planet.

With each swipe of my tongue, I could feel Tasha starting to wake up. Her hips moved slightly and her breathing got heavier. When a moan escaped her lips, I smiled against her sensitive flesh. The noises she made went straight to cock, making it even harder.

Looking up, I met the eyes of a sleepy Tasha. Bringing my arms up, I hooked them around her thighs and hips, keeping her in place. With my eyes locked on her, I picked up pace, watching as she started to squirm in my hold.

Fingers threaded through my hair as Tasha's moans filled the room. If only I could record that sound and play it every day. Moving a hand, I brought it up to play with one of her nipples. With just enough pressure, I pinched it between my two fingers, earning a low groan from Tasha. Her fingers in my hair tightened.

When she laid her head back, those beautiful eyes leaving mine, I pulled my mouth away and lightly tapped her pussy. I smirked as she jolted up. Now she was definitely awake. Tasha tried to bring her legs together, but I easily kept them open with one hand.

"Eyes on me."

When she didn't say anything in response, I did it again. The sadistic part of me loved the sound that left her lips. I knew it didn't hurt as she was practically dripping. The way she was looking at me made me want to slide myself deep inside of her, but I had other plans.

"Touch yourself for me."

Tasha's eyes widened at my words.

"I... Um.." I could see the hesitation on her face. One thing about Tasha was she had a hard time letting go. Of letting herself be vulnerable in front of people, especially during sex. She was slowly opening up, but I didn't want her hesitating when it came to me.

Reaching forward, I gently ran the tips of my fingers down her slit, feeling her wetness. Moving so I was leaning over her slightly, I peered down at her.

"Do you trust me?" I tried to keep my voice light, but it was impossible with how turned on I was.

"Yes," she instantly replied. My fingers softly circled her clit, resulting in a gasp that made my cock throb.

"Then touch yourself for me." Her eyes darted from mine down to what my fingers were doing between her thighs. With each breath, her nipples brushed across my bare chest.

Keeping her eyes glued to mine, Tasha brought a hand down between our bodies and touched mine. Knowing she was still a bit nervous, I hooked my finger against hers and slowly moved it.

She could feel the difference in our fingers as we both rubbed her. Mine were more rough and calloused, while hers were softer. Using my knees, I kept her spread open as I hovered above her. I would wait until she was more comfortable before I sat back and watched.

Still seeing her shoulders tensed, I dipped my head down and placed kisses along her collarbone, the skin beneath my lips soft and smooth. I felt the sudden urge to mark her, littering her skin with bite marks and hickeys. I couldn’t even remember the last time I gave a woman one of those.

With both my mouth and our fingers, Tasha relaxed back into the bed. The wetness dripping over my fingers showed me she was more than turned on. Pulling away, I let her touch herself.

I kissed all over her chest, taking her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight bud before moving to the next one. Giving them enough attention, I moved back onto my heels, watching her.

There was something so erotic about sitting there at the end of the bed, still clad in my boxers, while Tasha was completely naked, squirming against the bed with her hand between her thighs. Her face was flushed, and her eyes clouded over. Fuck, she was gorgeous. And all mine.

"That's it, baby," I praised.

My eyes were glued to her fingers as my own rubbed my hard-on through my underwear, groaning low in my throat. I had to physically stop myself from touching her. Watching her touch herself was going to be my undoing.

Tasha's eyes flicked from my face down to my crotch. The outline of my hard length was clear as day.

"Take them off, please," Tasha begged. I didn't need to be asked twice. I wasn't exactly graceful as I tugged them off and threw them onto the floor. The only reason I had them on in the first place was so I could sleep against Tasha without my dick begging to be inside of her. I needed a little bit of a barrier if we were going to get any sleep.

With her eyes on me, I grabbed myself and stroked from base to tip. She bit her lip as she watched me touch myself. I never actually did something like this before. I always made sure the girl was having a good time, giving me at least two orgasms, before finding my own pleasure. But sitting here stroking myself in front of someone was a level of vulnerability I rarely showed. Something Tasha and I were learning to be with each other.

"Do you like watching me, baby?"

"Yes," she moaned, matching the same pace as me.

My moans seemed to give her confidence. Spreading her legs even wider, Tasha dipped her fingers inside herself. I was now regretting making her touch herself instead of doing it myself.

With hooded eyes and a smirk on her face, Tasha fingered her pussy, knowing exactly what she was doing. The tables turned. Not that I minded. While I did like being in charge and bending Tasha to my will, it was incredibly sexy seeing her take what she wanted.

I was fully hers. She could have whatever she pleased.

I let her have a few minutes of control, stroking myself to the same rhythm and pace she set. Every second that passed, my control got closer to snapping. I could tell Tasha was about to come as a beautiful red blush crept across her chest and neck. Her legs started to shake, and her moans were getting louder and louder.

I squeezed myself tightly with my fist so I wouldn't come. Not yet. I needed to be inside her when I did that.

"Trevor!" My name on her lips was music to my ears. As Tasha came right before my eyes, the leash I had on myself unclipped. I slid back between her legs.

Grabbing the back of her thighs, I yanked her hips upward so only her upper body was still on the bed. A second later, I slammed my length inside of her. Tasha cried out, hands moving to grip the bedsheets.

I didn't give her a second of reprieve as I slammed into her like a madman. The sound of our skin slapping echoed around the room. The feel of her wrapped around me was enough to almost make me explode.

The two of us were like animals as Tasha wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. With one hand on her hips, keeping her up on an angle, I brought my other hand down to wrap around her throat.

The look on her face as I added a little bit of pressure had me groaning. She really was made for me.

"Look how beautiful you are taking all of me." I felt her clench around me. Fuck.

Using her legs, she moved her hips up and down on me. She was so fucking wet and tight.

"I… I need…" Tasha couldn't get the words out. Grinning, I leaned forward, getting closer to her face as I gripped her throat.

"Beg me."

"I…"

"You can do it, baby. Beg."

"Trevor," she whined. Not hearing what I wanted, I slammed forward and stopped. Her eyes pleaded with mine.

"Say what I want to hear." She was grinding her hips down, trying to find friction, but it wasn't enough to finish her off. "Tasha," I warned, my voice deep.

"Let me come. Please, Trevor. I need to come," she begged.

That was my girl .

"Good girl."

I made her wait another second before I pulled back and thrusted forward. Gritting my teeth, I fucked her as hard and as deep as I could. I could tell Tasha was so close as she quivered underneath me. Needing to see her come, I brought my hand down and thumbed her clit.

Not even a minute later, Tasha let out a loud yell as she came. She clenched so tight around me I had no other choice than to come as well. My own moans mixed with hers as my entire body tensed and released.

Tasha collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. I eased myself down onto her, doing my best not to press too hard, but somehow, she still had the strength to pull me all the way down with her legs.

We were both slick with sweat, but after what we just did, neither of us cared. Not when I was still seated inside of her.

I panted against her neck as I came down from my high. Goddamn. Once I had my breathing under control, I gently pulled out of her and laid on my side.

"Well, that's a way to be woken up," she murmured a minute later. I chuckled as she laid there spread out.

"You okay?" I ran a finger across her stomach.

"More than okay." She turned her head to face me, a content grin on her face. I felt my own grow.

Man, I loved this woman.

"Want to take a shower?" I asked.

Tasha licked her lips and made a show of looking me up and down, pausing on my cock before coming back up to my face.

"Wash me, and I'll wash you?" she said with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Who was I to say no to this beautiful woman?

In one motion, I jumped off the bed, reached down, and yanked Tasha up and over my shoulder. She let out a squeal as I walked us quickly to the bathroom. I landed a smack on her ass with a grin. In return, she cracked my own ass before squeezing it.

"Nice and squishy."

A smirk grew on my face as I shook my head. Oh, she was going to pay for that comment.