His second chance at a happy life

Can I show you how much I missed you?

What is that?” I asked,

“What?” He asked, staring into my eyes, brushing my wet hair back,

“The colors.” I say, hoping he knows what I’m talking about.

"You are one interesting woman, Samantha.” He breathed smiling, “What was all the touching and kissing about?" He finally asked, not answering my question after a pause. I can feel heat rising to my face,

"I just missed you." I muttered into his neck. I can hear and feel the rumble in his chest when he laughs, not really minding he didn’t answer.

"Then can I show you how much I missed you." He made it sound like a question, but he didn't wait for my answer when he took my face in his hands and started kissing it all over in small peeks, starting across my left cheek to my eye, my forehead, then mimicking on the other side of my face stopping at my lips last lingering there going from sweet small kissing to a hungrier fierce tongue twisting, mind fogging kiss, one hand reaching into my hair to angle my head better to claim my lips completely. Mind going empty, we end up from the doorway of the bathroom to the bed, his hands on me everywhere leaving trails of heat and passion along the places he touches. His hands landed on my ass groping and massaging, making me moan into his kisses. He didn't even bother with the towel on me. His hands find my skin touching every inch he could is taking my breath away with each touch. I laid under him on my bed. He breaks our kiss and slowly works his way down to my neck, to my collar bone. A moan escapes my lips, but he doesn't stop there. As he kisses my shoulders, his hands snake under the folds of my towel slowly, so f*cking slowly removing it from my body, leaving me naked under him. The sensation of his fingers inches up from the bottom of my belly to the top, still kissing my body, he takes one breast in an hand. A gasp flies from my lips as his thumb slowly makes circles around my n****e. His head dips lower, his mouth takes the other breast, using his hot wet tongue to move across my already hard n****e. My back arches for him to touch me more. With his free hand, he moves it up and down my side and back,

"Trevor!" I moan. "Ahhhh!" My fingers grip his hair the more he strokes my n*****s in a synchronized mind-numbing pattern. After what felt like hours, he started to kiss down my stomach, making a trail to the core of my s*x. His breath on the hard nub, another gasp escapes my lips at the sensation, one lick, one moan, then another and another. His tongue was like magic as it swept over my sensitive spot, I moaned louder when he started to push a finger to the center of my lust. "Ahhhh," I released my grip on his hair in exchange for the covers on my bed. The pleasure was just too much. I started to worry I might pull out his hair. He slowly starts to move his finger in and out of me, moving in time with his tongue. I can feel his every move inside, especially when he adds another and starts to move faster, my back really arching this time giving him better access to my spot, which he greatly accepts. Within seconds, I was shouting out loud with pleasure. My whole body set on fire a white blinding pleasure I have never felt. He adjusts back. We are face to face. His hard rod pressing ever so slightly on the lower part of my stomach, I reached down and started to slowly stroke it. I heard a hiss from Trevor. I looked up, his eyes were half closed and lips parted slightly. I stroked again, this time to the base of his staff. Another hiss comes out. I started to shift under him. That is when he opens his eyes fully, a groan comes out from his lips when I move slowly down him enclosing him tightly around his hard c**k.

"Samantha." He moans as I move again, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. In a split second, he rolls, and I am on top. He is sitting with his mouth on my breast again, his is so deep in me that every movement was hitting me with insane pleasure. I start to move my hips slowly every time his c**k hits the right spot. I can't help but straighten my back pushing my breasts in his face. Without a second thought, he plays with them more. I push him down to lay flat and start to ride him faster and harder until he takes hold of my hips in a tight grip, taking over to an unbelievable speed that I think I am going to lose my mind from the sheer pleasure that I am feeling. We c*m at the same time. I remember hearing him whisper something as I slipped into a blissful sleep.

"Samantha." I hear my name waking me from deep sleep, "Samantha, baby your phone is going off." I blink a few times trying to get rid of the sleep from my eyes. I don’t think I have ever slept that well in my life.

"Hmmm?" I murmured, stretching where I lay, reaching for my phone in Trevor's hand. I click the answer button, "Hello?" I ask.

"b***h, where have you been? I have been trying to get a hold of you since yesterday!" Ellie shouts into my ear. I looked at my phone. Not only is it eleven in the morning, but eleven in the morning a whole day later. I gawked, looking at Trevor who was walking into the kitchen. "Did you forget that today is the fiesta?" I shook my head though I knew she couldn't see.

"No, but can you come here to get ready, I..." I stop trying to think of words, "I have a lot to tell you." I have yet to tell her about Trevor and me. She sighs.

"I'll be there at three." Without confirmation, she hangs up several voices yelling in the background. I look at Trevor who comes back in with a plate of sandwiches and coffee.

"Did I really sleep a whole day?" I ask, kind of annoyed, but then he smiles, and I sigh,

"Yeah, but you just wouldn't wake up. I wasn't going to wake you, you looked as if you hadn't slept for days." He sets the plate on the night table as I sit up. A cool breeze hits my skin. Naked, I am still naked. I scramble to cover myself, he laughs, leaning in and kissing me softly,

"My love," he whispered against my lips, "I have seen all of you more than you hope in the past few hours and I still can't get enough." His voice was so husky I think I melted. His hand was inching my hand with the blanket down, making sure it passed one already hard n****e, rubbing it lightly. A moan escapes my lips. He leans away, ending our kiss, my face clearly red,

"You've been up this whole time, right?" I asked, knowing the answer. He shrugs with a vicious smile, sending a delicious shiver down my spine, handing me my coffee and getting dangerously close. “What have you been doing?”

"I did a little of this, a little of that." I narrowed my gaze at him.

"That's not a real answer." He kissed my check.

"I was enforcing the wards around Gigi's building and Ellie's plus both their apartments individually. I just finished Ellie's." I grinned around my sip.

"Thank you." I look at my sandwich. "I want chinses too." He laughs sitting on the bed at my feet, that is, current pulled against me, my knees at my chin.

"Okay." He looks over at me, smiles, scarlet eyes devouring me. "Get dressed, I'll refill your mug and call them." I look at my mug, it was already empty. I look at the size,

"You gave me a cappuccino?" I grabbed the shirt he was now handing me and I scrunched my eyebrows. He takes the cup and turns to the kitchen,

"I'll let you get dressed." He looks at me for a second, flashing a smile and proceeds out the room. Hastily putting it on, I went to my dresser and pulled out black pants and the undergarments, a strapless bra, so I didn't have to change them later and faster to put on. I slipped into my slippers, doing my best to tie my tangled hair. I sigh,

"This mu'tha fab-ing hair, I swear to bloding, ugh!" I grumble. I stop halfway to the kitchen, which is also halfway of the living room. I feel a gaze burning at me from the kitchen.

"What?" His face facing saying it all, lip curved in a corked smile half a chuckle came out. "What?" I repeated. He laughs not quite a loud one, but I heard it.

"I..." He starts. "Let me order the chinses first." He points to the phone he was currently on. I nod, continuing to mess with my hair and go over to my island that separates my kitchen and living room. I sit giving up on my hair for a second, giving my heavy arms a rest. He finishes ordering over the phone and processed to get a real cup of coffee for me in the kitchen, setting it in front of me. I smile.

"I just think your adorable, that's what. I also believe you have questions." He says, setting his phone down. My eye widens, remembering my paper. I looked around. I ran to the coffee table in the living room and found it on the table folded in a box.

"Did you look?" I asked, walking back.