My knuckles run over her cheek. She's so damn soft. Slowly, I work the zipper of her hoodie down and toss it on her desk chair. My hands skim under her T-shirt, tickling her belly and I love the way she laughs low and soft.

She's impatient, because her hands pull at my shirt.

"You want this off?" I tease her.

"Yes."

It's dark, but not so dark I can't see her eyes light up as she takes me in. Fuckin' love that. Blood pounds through my veins. I want to take her hard and fast, but I also want to take my time.

"You have anything else to do today, angel?"

The question seems to startle her. She glances over her shoulder before answering.

"No."

"Good."

Her brows draw down. "Why? What do you want?"

I want everyfuckingthing. I want her to beg for my cock. I want her to scream my name. I want her to admit that she's mine in front of everyone.

My hands go to the button on her jeans, working them open and tugging them down her legs. She kicks off her sneakers and shoves her jeans to the side.

"I never get tired of looking at you." I tell her.

She snorts.

"Don't," I growl. "Get up here."

We end up side by side on the bed and I lean over to kiss her, slowly tasting her lips. She relaxes, moaning softly, giving in to me. Kissing a trail down her neck to her breasts earns me another sigh of pleasure. I peel the cups of her bra down just enough to get my mouth on her rosy nipples.

She wriggles and pants, her hands gently stroking over my shoulders.

"Wyatt?"

I don't want to be interrupted, so I suck harder, rasping my tongue over the stiff tip. Her hips arch up in response. My mouth goes to her other nipple, sucking and teasing.

Her moaning turns to gasping. Wriggling turns to thrashing. Her hips lift again, offering herself.

It would be rude to turn her down.

My hand moves down her body, sneaking under her simple cotton underwear, stopping to tease her clit.

My self-control is about gone.

I fall back against the pillows. "Get those panties off and come sit on my face."

Her shocked gasp almost makes me laugh. Almost.

She sits up, then kneels on the bed. Flushed, hair mussed, bra barely hanging on-she's perfect.

"Don't make me wait, Angel Face. I want to lick, and suck your pretty pussy until you come."

Her eyes widen. My hand reaches out and I trace my fingers down her thigh.

"Hurry."

She finally snaps out of her hesitation and shimmies her panties over her hips and down her legs, dropping them on the floor.

"Good girl, now come here."

It's not as easy as I thought and we tangle and twist until she's giggling uncontrollably with a knee planted on either side of my head. I grip her thighs and her laughter disappears in a gasp. Her heat radiates over my face as she squirms over me.

"I don't want to smother you," she whispers with a nervous giggle.

"Babe, I'd die a happy man smothered by you."

More laughter, then a sharp intake of breath as I move my hands to her ass, positioning her where I need her.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

I squeeze my hand around her ass. "Don't be so impatient, angel. I'm lookin' at your beautiful pussy, tryin' to decide if I want to tongue fuck you or slide my fingers into you first."

The decision's already made in my head. I need to have my mouth on her slick flesh, tongue against her clit until she's desperate to come. It's still fun to tease her though.

Using my big hands on her hips and ass, I guide her to my mouth. She loses her balance and braces herself against the headboard.

"This pussy's all mine."

"Yes."

I wasn't asking, but I like her answer anyway.

The second my tongue licks up against her clit, she cries out and tosses her head back.

"We've barely started, babe," I mumble, but I doubt she heard me.

I go back to lapping and sucking at her, teasing with light strokes, working my way down to dip my tongue into her pussy.

"Wyatt, I need-"

"Relax, angel. I know what you need." I nudge one finger inside. "I know what you like." Her hips buck wildly. I keep licking, sucking, fingering her until she's worked up into a nice frenzy.

"Please, please. Right there, there-"

I'd love to keep teasing her all fucking afternoon, but my dick is desperate to get out of my shorts and into her.

"You wanna come on my tongue or my cock?"

"Uh, I-whatever you want," she cries.

Oh, fuck me, that's fucking hot. "Want both, angel. Want it all."

"Gimmie."

That's new and I love it. My tongue attacks her clit and my fingers slip back inside, pumping hard. This time, actually giving her the friction she needs to get off. She arches and meets my thrusts. Almost there. I don't let up, even when she wraps her hands around my forearms, and digs her nails in.

"Oh! There, Wy-" she cries jerking above me. Coming so hard she has no idea how loud she's yelling my name. Well, half my name.

She shudders and rides it out. Her skin's flushed and pretty when her head drops down to stare at me. She throws herself to the side and lets out a harsh sob. "I never thought I could do that, that way."

"Come on my face?"

She smacks my arm and I laugh.

Pointing to my dick straining through my shorts, I ask if we're finished.

"Hell no," she says, rolling over and attacking the drawstring, pulling the material down. She's careful not to disturb my bad leg, then leans over and takes me in her mouth without warning.

"Shit!"

She hums and nods. I pull her toward me and spank her ass.

"Ow."

"I want you bouncing up and down on my dick in the next five seconds."

She giggles as I reach out and grab a condom from the drawer. "I think I need more than five seconds. You've got a lot going on there," she says as she runs her hand over me.

"You always say the nicest things, Angel Face."

Leaning, over, she brushes her lips against my cheek.

"Trin, you on the pill?"

She pulls away and gives me an uncertain look. "Yeah."

"Think we can stop using these?"

A head tilt. Something's on her mind, but she doesn't want to spit it out. Takes a second, but I finally get it.

"Babe? You want me to go get tested?"

Her mouth opens, cheeks flush pink, but no words come out. After a few beats, she nods.

"Wanna go with me?" I ask gently.

"Okay."

"Cool, now come here."

I'm ready quick. Trinity still hesitates, so I crook my finger at her. "Come. Here," I order.

Finally, she eases over me, planting her knees on either side of my thighs. Palming her hips, I urge her up, angling my cock to graze her hot, wet pussy.

"Feel that? No woman gets me as hard as you."

"Is that supposed to be romantic?" she asks with a hint of a smile.

Rocking forward slowly, she teases me for a moment before I pull her down.

"Yeah, babe. Fucking romantic as hell the way that magic pussy of yours ruined me for life."

Her giggles turn into gasps as she slides down my dick, then raises herself before trying again.

Christ, she consumes me. I settle back against the pillows, keeping my hands around her ribs, so I can tickle the underside of her breasts. She's beautiful and angelic over me, yet still my dirty, playful girl.

"Show me, Angel Face."

Her eyelids flutter shut. I'm torn between thrusting up fast and furiously and letting things slowly play out. She's so pretty, I enjoy watching her ride me for a while. The sighs, moans, noises and the way she bites her bottom lip start to take their toll on my control, though. It takes a lot of determination to hold back.

"Eyes, baby. Let me see them."

Her mouth curves into a dreamy smile before she opens her eyes.

"Aw fuck." Her honey gaze sends a spark of pleasure streaking down my spine. Bracing her hands on my thighs, she leans back just enough to lift her breasts, but tips her chin, so we're still staring at each other. That's the moment I lose it. Her short breaths turn into rough panting moans as she slams down harder, grinding herself against me.

"Fuck, right there, Wyatt, please don't-"

Gripping her hips tighter, holding her in place, I arch up into her. At the last moment, she shudders long, and violently, her eyes falling shut as she slumps against my chest.

It takes me a moment to come back to myself, but I wrap my arms around her, kissing her head.

I don't care about anything but this anymore. Not our pasts, her reservations. None of it. I just want to keep this feeling no matter what.

"Hey," Z calls out as he pounds down the stairs.

"Where you goin' in such a hurry?"

"Rock needs us. Fuckin' GSC wants a meet, like right now."

"Give me a sec."

He cocks his head and gives me a once over. "We got it covered. Stay here."

"Are you fuckin' serious?"

"Bro, what are you gonna do if shit goes sideways?"