No Promises, No Expectations
Part Two
by sarAdora
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She didn't protest when he scooped her up against his chest and took her into the bedroom. Setting her on her feet against the side of the bed, he unzipped her dress and watched it shimmer into a pool at her feet. His brows arched when he realized that the only thing she was wearing was a navy blue teddy. No slip, no pantyhose, just a teddy. A nice one, too.
She stood motionless while his eyes traveled the length of her. She was a full foot shorter than he was and his lips curved when she gazed up at him with obvious desire.
"They say the best things come in small packages," he said softly, pulling her to him and nuzzling her neck, his hands testing the fullness of her breasts. "How did such a little thing like you grow such long and beautiful legs?" he asked lazily, laying her on the bed and slipping down beside her.
"Bananas," she murmured against his lips, pressing her breasts into his chest.
"Bananas?" he raised his head to look at her, his strong arms holding her close.
"Mmmm, bananas," she repeated, putting her hands on his face and licking his mouth. "Bananas and peanut butter sandwiches and riding my bike everywhere."
Trey chuckled softly and returned her kisses, his tongue slowly exploring her mouth while his hands pushed the straps of her teddy off her shoulders. His mouth moved to her throat, sucking the flesh there, leaving heat spots everywhere his lips and tongue touched her.
Her hands caressed his face, her fingers learning its planes, the curve of his jaw, his dark eyebrows, the silky texture of the skin just in front of his ears. She wanted to lick him and taste that silkiness, but his mouth held her captive, his kisses moving to the soft skin at the top of her breasts.
His hands cupped her breasts through the satin teddy, his thumbs teasing her nipples as his lips brushed over her silky skin. He wanted more of her and pulled the teddy down to her waist, freeing her arms and then returning to her breasts. Filling his hands with her soft round flesh, his fingers teased her nipples, then he extended them so his palms also covered her aureoles as he kissed her.
Leine breathed slowly, enjoying his caresses, and wanting more. But she inhaled sharply when he suckled her nipples, making them pucker. He continued to tease her, licking the flesh around them until her skin tingled.
He returned to her mouth, kissing her until she couldn't focus on anything but the physical sensations he was causing in her body. He lifted his head when her breathing changed. Her lips remained parted and her eyes were closed.
His hands slipped back to her waist, tugging the teddy down and off. "I want to see you," he murmured, dipping his head down to kiss her soft belly. "All of you."
"Trey," she moaned softly. "I want you."
"And I want you, little one," he murmured as the bottom of his chin grazed the deep copper curls of her mons. "Soon," he promised. "Very soon."
She arched her hips into his chest, and pulled his head closer to her need. "Trey, please," she moaned again. "Now."
He continued to fondle her belly, his tongue dipping into her navel, and his cock so hard he wasn't sure how much longer he could wait. One hand teased the silky flesh between her belly button and her mound, driving her crazy.
"Now, damn it! I want you now," she muttered, pushing and pulling at his shoulders, not sure which way he should move.
He raised his head to grin at her. "Giving me orders, madam?" He laughed softly when he saw her blush. "Maybe, I'd better slow you down a little... spank you..." he whispered, his deep drawl making her shiver. "Spank you... so sweet... so you know who's boss... who gives the orders... and who takes them."
"Now, Trey. I want you now - fast and hard," she insisted, trying to pull him further up her body. "Later, we can go slow and easy. Now, I want... What did you say? Spank me?" Her eyes opened wide and she stared at him.
He pulled up to lay beside her, grinning as he propped himself up on an elbow, his head resting on one hand and used the other to caress the silk that was her inner thighs. On automatic, she parted her thighs, itching for him to touch her. He slipped a hand under the waistband of his sweats, lifted his hips and pushed the sweats out of the way. His cock was hard and erect and bobbing, teasing her hip every time he took a breath. She reached for it, but he stopped her.
"Not yet, Red, but soon," he promised as his arm slid down and he leaned over to kiss her pretty mouth.
"Red?"
His hand covered her mons, his fingers entwined in her copper curls. "Mmmm, red, a natural redhead. Very nice."
"Don't call me Red."
"I won't call you Red," he murmured, slipping further down her body and cupping both breasts. "You have lovely breasts, just a little fuller than my palms, perfect size." He paused to kiss them both. "And your nipples are a beautiful shade of brown... like chocolate. I love chocolate," he whispered, licking one and then the other.
Leine swallowed whatever she was going to say. She was caught between ecstasy and need and if he didn't do something about it soon, she was going to strangle him!
"And beautiful, long silky legs," he continued to enumerate her feminine charms, sliding back down to her navel where he had left off before she demanded that he fill her. "Maybe, I'll call you Legs."
"Don't call me Legs," she protested, yanking at his T-shirt, pulling it over his head. "Call me... Trey! I'm going to kill you!"
"Touch me," he urged her, cupping her sex and then rubbing the heel of his hand up and down her folds. "Touch my body, darlin'. I want to feel your hands on me before I spank you."
A soft deep growl escaped his throat as her hands moved down his corded neck and over his broad shoulders.
"Turn over, I can't reach you," she urged, pulling him toward her and pushing him onto his back. "What did you say?"
"I said touch me darlin'. I want to feel your hands on me before I spank you."
She laughed at his words and straddled his belly, leaning over him. Her breasts were within reach and he thought they were far too tempting to ignore.
When her mouth came down to cover his lips, he cupped the flesh hovering above him but she pulled back out of his reach and teased him. "My turn to torture you," she grinned. "Arms behind your head, sailor... admiral... general... mister!"
"Admiral," he chuckled, correcting her. "Are you giving me an order again?"
"Uh-huh," she smiled. "Hop to it!"
He laughed. "It's snap to it, not hop to it."
She folded her arms across her chest and waited. He grinned at her but complied with her wishes. When his arms were behind his head, she slid further down his body, straddling his upper thighs.
"Lord, you are one absolutely gorgeous man. Tall..." she ran her hands down his sides. "Bald..." she licked her lips. "And beautiful," she murmured, her hands wandering down the center of his chest. Then, pressing lightly, she ran her palms up and down his torso, stopping when she covered his flat nipples. She couldn't resist licking them and placed the flat of her tongue on each in turn.
Trey groaned from the sensation and reached for her.
"Uh-uh, sailor. Hands behind your head."
Trey wasn't sure why he was obeying her order, but as long as his hands were behind his head, she continued to touch him. And he liked what she was doing.
"Tall, bald and beautiful?" he chuckled. "You have an interesting idea of beauty, little one. Now, you on the other hand..."
"Shhh. I'm in charge now. You just lie there and enjoy my inventory of your assets.
"Inventory? Assets? Is that what you call what you're doing?" He gave her a wolfish grin. "Just wait, darlin'. It'll be my turn to do an inventory of your assets any second now."
Leine ignored his softly veiled threat. Her hands and mouth were busy learning his muscular body. She liked his hairy arms and legs and openly admired them. "Where did you get these Popeye muscles? Do you eat a lot of spinach?" she asked as she leaned on his chest to gather one of his large biceps in between both hands.
"The better to hold you and squeeze you," he growled, leering at her, making her giggle.
"And this flat stomach? It's like a washboard," she murmured, running her hands over the taut flesh, then teasing him with her fingers.
"The better to..."
Without warning, she fondled his heavy and fully erect cock, the other hand cupping his balls. "And these?" she asked quietly. "Where did you...?"
In one fluid motion, he sat up and lifted her onto the head of his leaking cock. When he realized she was dripping wet, he slowly pushed into her, taking a moment to savor the internal contact. With one hand on her butt and the other on her back, he turned them so she was beneath him. Her legs went around his hips and he grabbed them, pulling them up to his shoulders.
He moved in and out of her slowly - teasing both of them - the angle of his cock causing friction on her clit and making her crazy. He loved the look of ecstasy on her face - loved how good it felt to be inside her - loved the way she clenched her muscles around him.
"You are so hot," he murmured, his breath coming in gasps. "So hot and so tight and..." He knew he was close and he thrust faster. "... so wet." He tried to slow down but the fire in his loins was burning and he couldn't stop the momentum. He took several long thrusts, pulling out as far as he could without losing contact and then, pushing in as deeply as he could, filling her.
She was holding his shoulders when he climaxed, his roar filling her ears, and his hot seed filling her womb. It seemed to last forever, his ejaculation hot and sticky and plentiful. It was a heady feeling. She loved the feel of him on top of her and inside her and unconsciously, tightened her inner muscles around his throbbing cock once again, her orgasm consuming her.
His arms were around her back, hugging her to his chest when she peaked. His breath was heavy on her neck, hers heavy on his chest. They lay there panting, chests heaving, hands touching, and softly, they murmured of the pleasure they found in each other's arms.
"You are so beautiful," she told him, caressing his flesh, and tugging a little at the damp hair on his chest. "I'm going to have to call you gorgeous. Is that all right?" she asked, looking up and into his eyes.
"You can call me gorgeous," Trey agreed, turning them on their sides. "But if you do, I'll just call you Red or Legs." His hands fondled her back, his fingers tip-toeing down to the curve of her butt, kneading her cheeks.
"Please don't call me Red or Legs," she said quietly.
"Don't call me gorgeous," he replied.
"But you are beautiful."
"You're the beautiful one. Very beautiful," he whispered, pulling her up to meet his mouth, and smoothing her hair behind her ears with a large and gentle hand. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"I'm okay, and you fit perfectly. I like the feel of you inside me," she sighed. "We'll have to do this again before I leave."
"You're spending the night. We'll have time to do this again."
"I'm spending the night? When you rescue damsels in distress, do they all get to spend the night?"
"No."
"Ever?"
"Never."
"Never?"
"Never," he confirmed. "You're not just spending the night. You're going to spend the rest of the weekend." Dark chocolate brown eyes met dark gray ones. "Is that okay with you?"
She pursed her lips, making him smile. "I guess you don't care that I don't have any clothes with me."
"Not at all," he agreed, continuing to smile.
"I like to eat regularly. Are you going to feed me from time to time?"
"My word on it," he confirmed.
"Will we ever get out of this bed?"
He thought a moment. "Occasionally."
"Will you let me get any sleep?"
"Between love making, I will," he promised, his mouth dropping light kisses on her face, his hands moving over her body, learning her secrets, seeking her erogenous zones. "Tell me your name."
"I..." she hesitated a moment. "I told you, it's Leine," she said softly.
"Leine what?" His warm hands caressed her flesh, making her shiver when he discovered the sensitive spot just above the cleft of her bottom cheeks.
"Let's leave it at Leine," she shivered again as he stroked the spot and then pressed it lightly.
"Let's not," he murmured as he delivered a few light spanks, startling her. "Tell me your last name," he pressured her, rubbing her warm cheeks and teasing her with more shivering sensations."
"Henley," she gasped. "It's Leine Henley."
"See? That wasn't so hard," he murmured, moving his palm over her bottom, his fingers traveling to her vulva, parting her soft folds, teasing her.
"Trey, it's too soon," she protested weakly. "Give me a few more minutes to breathe."
"Not on your life, darlin'," he growled softly. "I've got you where I want you and I'm going to love you again, just the way you asked, slow and easy."
He slipped a finger into her heat, then another, her flesh soft, wet, and inviting. Leine arched her hips into his hand - wanting more - her arms pulling him closer, her body signaling her need.
"Not too soon at all," he murmured, kissing her and feeling himself harden as her body yielded to his caresses. His tongue slipped between her lips, thrusting in and out, matching the rhythm of his fingers.
"You are so sweet," he said, teasing her lips with his tongue, then pulled his fingers out of her to stroke her labia. "So very sweet." His mouth moved to her breasts, suckling one puckered nipple and then the other, his fingers still stroking her folds, teasing her clit, his other hand cupping her warm bottom.
His cock was rock hard - sooner than he had any right to expect - and he wanted to be inside her. He pushed her thighs further apart, positioning the head of his penis at her opening. "Do you want me, Leine?"
"Yes-s-sss," she hissed, barely able to breathe, let alone speak. "Now... please." Her arms were around his waist, sliding down to his hips, grabbing his flesh wherever she could, and pulling him closer.
Trey smiled at her response. She was sensuous and wanton and delicious. Best of all, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He entered her with one deep stroke, causing both of them to gasp. "Are you okay?" He paused to cup her face, his arms on either side of her, his weight on his elbows.
"Okay," she took a deep breath and then another. "Very okay.
Don't stop."
"I won't, darlin'," he promised.
He loved her slowly, easing in and out of her with long slow thrusts, telling her how sweet she was, and how good it felt to be inside her. His hands continued to caress her while his hips moved to bring them pleasure. When she arched her back and moaned softly, signaling her impending climax, he rose above her, pulling her legs to his hips. Still inside her, he knelt between her thighs and watched his wet, thick cock pull out until just the tip of it was inside her.
Slowly, he pushed back into her. "Touch yourself, Leine. I want to see you touch yourself while I make love to you." His southern drawl was pronounced, and his voice deep and husky from making love.
She was startled when he rose up on his knees, but she pressed her fingers to her clit, immediately lost in the sensation.
"Look at me, Leine," he whispered and paused until she opened her eyes. "Watch me love you, baby."
She was mesmerized watching his cock pull out and push back into her. It was such a sensuous act - watching him - seeing his engorged penis as it filled her, retreated, and filled her again. She was climbing... any second now...
When he knew he was close to climax, he grasped her hips and leaned over her. His momentum increased and his breath was one gasp after another. "Now, Leine," he growled. "I want you to come now - with me." He took another deep breath, squeezing her ass as he thrust harder and again and then collapsed on top of her.
More than a minute passed before either of them could speak. "Trey," she spoke so softly, he almost didn't hear her. "Trey, I can't breathe."
He rolled onto his back, carrying her with him, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, evidence of his heavy breathing. "Did I crush you, baby? Are you okay?"
"How much do you weigh, you big lug?" she muttered. She took several deep breaths, hoping to satisfy her lungs.
"About two hundred thirty pounds," he chuckled between breaths and turned them onto their sides, cradling her in his arms. "Probably twice as much as you, little one." Cupping her cheek, he kissed the tip of her nose. "Did I hurt you? Tell me."
She traced his dimples, loving the tenderness he showed her. "My lungs are fine, Mr. Admiral. But my butt is sore as hell. You squeezed me too hard!"
"Let me see," he grinned. "Maybe, I can kiss it and make it better."
"Oh no, you don't," she pushed his hands away. "That's what got them squeezed in the first place."
He laughed softly and pulled her into a close embrace, cuddling her. She felt warm from their loving, her face still flushed. His fingers traced her lips that were a little swollen from his kisses and he kissed her again, gently and tenderly.
When he reached up to turn off the lamp, she turned over and moved slightly away from him.
"Oh no, you don't," he protested, repeating her words and pulling her back to his chest. "I can sleep alone any night. Tonight, you're sleeping next to me." He shifted her unresisting body so her head was on his shoulder, his hand across her chest cupping a breast. He put his other arm around her belly, his fingers splayed across her flesh, covering her navel and the top of her mound. "No fun sleeping alone, baby," he nuzzled her neck and then rested his chin on top of her head. "I'm going to hold you while we sleep.
You're not going to argue with me, are you?"
Leine smiled at his words. "It feels good to be held." She put her hands over his. "You're a powerful lover, Trey Browning," she murmured, her eyes drooping shut.
"And you're a sweet, delicious one, Leine Henley," he whispered, pulling the light blanket over them and finally turned off the light.
They drifted into sleep, his arms holding her.