Player Loves Curves Box Set #1-3 by Hope Ford
Trinity
He’s breathinghard and he’s staring back at me with wild eyes. “I want to be a gentleman with you, but I want to tell you everything that’s in my head. Everything I want to do to you.”
His words sink in and I know exactly what he means. “I want that. Tell me.”
His hands tighten on my hips. “Are you sure? Are you ready for that?”
Now’s my chance. I can run if I still want to. And the Trinity from yesterday would do just that. But not the me today. “I’m sure.”
He doesn’t even hesitate. He bends over and picks me up, cradling me in his arms. I wait for him to grimace or make a face at my weight, but he doesn’t. He just stares back at me with heat in his eyes.
With my arms wrapped around his neck, I tell him, “I would say I’m too heavy to carry, but you seem like you’re all right, and I have to admit I like being in your arms.”
He starts walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs, without even breathing heavily. “You’re definitely not too heavy. But it’s good to know, because I like having you in my arms.”
He walks us into his bedroom, kicking the door closed and leaving Max in the hallway. He sets me down on my feet next to the bed. He must see the hesitancy in my face, because his hand brushes my cheek lightly. “You okay? You don’t have to do this. I can wait.”
Instantly, I shake my head side to side. “I want to. I don’t want to wait, but there’s something you need to know.”
He pulls his shirt over his head and I lose my train of thought. His muscles ripple and the little hair he has on his hard belly leads down into his shorts. Shaking the dirty thoughts that are filling my ahead away, I look up into his eyes.
His forehead is creased in worry. “What is it?”
I clinch my eyes together tightly. “I’m, uh, well, this is my first time.”
He takes a step back from me and I wish I hadn’t said anything, but I figured he had a right to know. I fill the gap between us, touching my hands to his chest. He covers mine with his own, almost like he’s wanting to hold me still against him.
“I don’t want to wait… not anymore. But if that—me—is not what you want, I understand.”
His hand touches my chin, tilting my head backwards until I’m looking into his eyes. “There’s no doubt about it. I want you, Trinity. But I need you to be sure. Once I have you, there’s no going back.”
In answer, I slide my hands down his hard stomach and grip the button of his shorts, undoing them. I slowly unzip him, sliding my hand down the front of his shorts. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, but I’m letting my instincts lead me. I just know that I want to touch him, to feel him in my hand.
I can barely wrap my hand around his girth, but when I touch him, he sucks in a breath. He reaches down, cupping my hand in his and holding me to him. He takes a ragged breath and then pulls my hand free of him.
“I’m barely hanging on.” He undresses me slowly, his hands touching me everywhere. Before I know it, I’m standing before him naked. Every place on my body he looks at, he touches. His rough fingers ignite pleasure sensors all across my body.
“Yes,” I breathe out, not wanting him to stop.
His hands slide between us and he coats his fingers as he slides through my wet pussy. A moan escapes me, but I lift up on my tiptoes, wanting to grant him better access.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he says as he slides his finger around my swollen bundle of nerves. I grip on to his arms even tighter, my body coiling as pressure builds inside me. Only seconds go by, and I’m gyrating my hips back and forth. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down, he keeps pushing me farther and farther until it’s like I’m falling off a cliff and my whole body spasms.
I groan with an animalistic noise, but he kisses me, swallowing the sound. My body limp, he walks me backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed and I fall onto it.
He removes the rest of his clothes quickly and lies across me. He suckles at my breast, and already, I want him again.
He lifts his head to look at me. “You want to be on top?”
I blink, not registering his words. When he moves, and his hard cock presses into my hip, I get it. Shaking my head, I tell him, “No.”
He kisses me again, and when he pulls away, he’s smiling at me. “You have to breathe.”
I start to laugh, knowing that I’m being ridiculous. Every day people do this…. I can do this.
I open my legs to him and wrap them around his hips, rocking into him. He wastes no time. Pulling away from me, he sheathes himself and then is back in a second, lining himself up at my entrance.
His tip barely penetrates me and already I feel full. He pushes in further and my whole body tautens underneath him.
“You with me?” he whispers against my cheek.
I nod my head and he pulls back to look at me. I smile widely at him before planting my feet on the bed and pushing my hips up to meet his. He surges inside me and his guttural groan fills the room. The pain is quick and over in an instant. Afterwards, all I feel is sweet, sweet pleasure. The friction as he moves in and out of me has me panting, pawing at him, wanting more.
The pleasure is so intense, I fear I might pass out from it. “Please don’t stop,” I plead with him, feeling my heart race.
“I won’t. I can’t,” he mutters in between groans as he plows into me. “Come, baby,” he commands as his fingers rub across my already sensitive nub. I come then, like a rocket, my whole body taut, every muscle pulled to an extreme as I lift my hips off the bed.
He keeps rocking in and out of me, his movements slow and sensual. The friction makes my body jerk as little aftershocks wrack my body.
When I have nothing left to give and can barely lift my head, he pulls out of me. He gets up and I should too, cover myself or something, but I don’t. I lie there in awe of everything that just happened. I waited all this time and with Jasper, it was definitely worth the wait.
He walks back into the room and I reach for my clothes to put them on. He grabs them from my hands and tosses them across the room to a chair.
He uses a warm cloth to clean between my legs and I can’t stop the flinch. I’m a little sore.
He tosses it across the room, hitting the laundry basket, and then crawls on all fours across the bed, right up my body. He’s holding himself up on his arms, looking down at me. I know I must have a pensive look on my face. I don’t know what I should do now. Should I leave? Is that what he expects of me?
He leans down, kissing the tip of my nose. “I don’t know what you’re thinking in that pretty little head of yours, but I’m not letting you go. Once wasn’t enough, and I know you’re sore, so instead you’re going to have to lie here and let me hold you.”
I know my smile takes over my whole face, but I don’t care. “I can handle that.”
