Trust Me by D. T. Jones Page A

panties, down her thighs to her bent legs. He ran his hand down the path his eyes had just taken, allowed his fingers to burn a blazing path of desire across her delicate skin. She moaned and closed her eyes again, sliding a long finger across her panties and stopped. She could feel his eyes on her, the palm of his hand pressing hard against her moist need. Her eyes opened slowly to see him staring into her face again; a soft smile caressing the corners of his mouth. He slid the tip of his tongue out, slowly caressing his lips and causing her to gasp, though she couldn’t understand why his action was so erotic.
    He pulled the front of her panties together again, tugging them sharply until the elastic flipped into the crevice between her labia, causing her to moan; his eyes turning the shade of midnight. He slowly climbed on the end of the bed, moving his thighs between her legs, pressing his weight into the mattress and nudging her upwards with his knees against her firm backside.
    Without moving his eyes from hers, he released his grip on her panties, slipping his hands beneath her back and lifted her up to sit in his lap as he deftly removed her shirt and bra from her shoulders. He ran his hands slowly up and down her naked back, his tongue licking her from ear to neck, to collarbone. His fingers removing the tight elastic wrap from her hair and with a low primal growl he wrapped her hair around his fist; holding her on his lap he moved his lips to hers, kissing her until she was panting. He slowly unwound her hair and lowered her to the bed again, his knees positioned between her spread thighs. She lay beneath his intent gaze, his eyes traveling across every inch of her slender body.
    “I have never seen anything more beautiful,” he whispered, his hands moving up the inside of her legs, pushing them further apart until she was spread wide open beneath his eager gaze.
    “Not even in the hayloft?” she asked shyly.
    “Not even in a million haylofts,” he assured her. “I will never allow anyone to take my gift from me,” he told her possessively and she blushed watching his expression devour her. With excruciating slowness, he caressed the length of her inner thighs with his thumbs, making her moan again. She closed her eyes and sank further into the mattress, her delicate skin alive with his touch. Her stomach clenched, the apex of her desire quivered when his fingers slowly touched and caressed her through her thin panties.
    Sandra moaned again, her hips rising slightly from the comfort of the bed. Creighton chuckled softly, his tone deep and husky and she could feel his warm breath against her knee as he lifted her legs higher, resting her feet on his thighs. His hand continued to caress her exposed flesh until she opened her eyes and looked down watching him kiss and taste the soft skin of her ankle with his tongue. He raised her leg in the air above his head, kissing her calf, the back of her knee, her thigh, blazing a trail of desire though each touch of his lips on her skin, resting her leg across his broad shoulder. He looked into her sparkling eyes repeating this action with her other leg and soon she had him embraced between her legs, just as her arms had been a few moments ago.
    He leaned across her in deliberate slow motion, trailing warm kisses along her inner thighs, first one than the other. She felt like she was on fire, closing her eyes again, feeling his hot breath caress her sensitive flesh; his lips brushed the elastic outline of her panties and she bit her lip and moaned again; his lips moving against the silky fabric, his breath heating the underlying moisture. The waves of desire began to wash over her as strange sensations came alive between her legs and she could feel the moisture begin to flow, growing hot with the penned up need.
    Just when she thought she could bear no more, the material of her panties were pushed aside. She opened her eyes and watched him, as he bent lower across her,