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what "it" was,could only hope, but she knew he had some feelings for her.

She snuggled closer against him, hisbody radiating heat and energy. His hair-roughened legs were tangled up withhers, and she slid one leg up and down, rubbing him. He stirred against her,his thick penis twitching, and she ran her hands down his smooth back.

They moved together, slowly,languorously, rubbing against each other. She found his mouth, their heads onthe pillows, and they kissed as if they were drunk, long, slow, open-mouthedkisses, in perfect unison. A yearning grew in her, a hunger for him, a deep,empty ache low in her belly, between her thighs.

With one leg over his hip, herpelvis moved rhythmically of its own accord, instinctively circling, pressing,lifting against his big thigh. Their mouths still joined, their bodies movedtogether in small, languid pulses that gradually became hungrier, hotter.

He rolled her over onto her back,pressed her down, kissed her deeply, full-mouthed, his tongue sliding in,filling her mouth. She was lost to it, drowning in sensation, her bodydissolving, melting, liquid heat pooling lower in her belly and making her achefor more.

His hands were everywhere, on herbreasts, tugging her tender nipples, stroking her belly, her thighs, tickling,making her shiver. Then he was turning her again, onto her stomach, gently.

"Trey..."

"Shhh. I didn't finishexploring you last night," he said softly. "I didn't finish findingall those little places that make you shiver, all those places you love to betouched." His hands were magical, and she moaned as they roamed over herback, dipping into the curve of her spine, then sliding over her buttocks,cupping and cuddling them, stroking between them, sliding down to the backs ofher thighs.

Oooh. She let out a long sighof delight, his hands caressing her thighs. She'd had no idea she was sosensitive there, that she could derive so much delicious pleasure from beingpetted there.

Her legs moved a bit on the bed.

"I knew I'd find moreplaces," he murmured, and bent to kiss her there, on her thighs, herrounded cheeks. He nipped, making her gasp, then licked, his tongue warm andvelvety. "You're so responsive...you love to be touched, don't you,sweetheart?"

She murmured her agreement. Oh,yes. She loved to be touched, just like that. His hands were big, a bitrough, finding every spot on her body that thrilled her. The intense achingneed between her legs grew, pulsing and throbbing, begging to be filled, hungerspiking in her sharply. Excitement built and twisted within her, and she triedto turn over, but Trey's big, hard hand pressed on her lower spine, holding herdown. A thrill jolted through her, making her almost desperate with need.

She whimpered, face pressed into themattress, the sheet soft beneath her cheek. She put her index finger into hermouth and sucked.

She heard Trey's sharply indrawnbreath when she did that, but she was a mindless, aching glow of need. Shelifted her butt against his hands, parted her legs a little and his fingersslid into her from behind, into her wetness. He pushed inside her and it felt so,so good, but it wasn't enough.

"Fuck me, Trey," shewhispered, eyes closed, butt lifting against his hand. "Please, fuckme."

With a ragged groan, he rolled awayfrom her and off the bed, desperately searching out the condoms he'd packed.She waited, hips still moving involuntarily, seeking fulfillment.

When he came back, she expected himto take her from behind again. She'd loved it when he'd done that, but instead,to her surprise, he turned her over, easily lifting her pliant body. She lookedup at him, his dark face intent and hungry.

"I want to see your face,"he told her. "I want to watch you while I fuck you and make youcome." He shuddered at his own words, then positioned himself between herthighs. He took his weight on his elbows, the muscles in his powerful shouldersbunched, he pushed into her, and, God, it felt good, so good, like he wascompleting her, filling her with what she was missing.

He filled her right to her verycore, touching deep inside her, sliding in and out with a delicious frictionthat built and built. She focused on it, tightened her inner muscles aroundhim, rubbed against him with every down stroke, seeking, reaching...With anintense, spiking pleasure, she shattered, riding wave after wave of heat andecstasy.

She cried out, clutched his back,his tight muscles flexing and rippling as he kept stroking in and out of her,every stroke sending aftershocks through her sensitive womb, until he camehimself in tight, pulsing jerks.

He kept his eyes on her, his jaw tight,head back, as he poured himself into her and the connection between them waslike a palpable thing, their eyes locked in a moment of profound intimacy,their bodies fused.

They stayed like that for longheartbeats, breathing heavily, unable to take their eyes off each other.

When Trey finally moved off her androlled to his back beside her, she turned to him and touched his face. "Ilove you, Trey," she whispered.

His eyes closed, his face taut, helaid there, chest rising and falling as he still labored for breath.

"You shouldn't do that,"he finally said.

Her heart sank and a chill shiveredover her.

"I'm sorry." She rolledaway from him and perched on the edge of the bed. After a moment, when shestarted to shiver, she fumbled around in the tangled bed clothes and pulledthem up under her chin, staring at the wall with blank eyes.

Trey got up and disposed of thecondom, clicked off the lamp and got back into bed, not touching her, notsaying a word.

In the morning, Trey's gaze was darkand shuttered as they got up and packed their belongings. He checked them outof the motel and they stopped at a nearby Denny's for breakfast.

The thought of eating made Marliwant to vomit. Her stomach churned. She shouldn't have told Trey she loved him,but that's the way she was. She couldn't not tell him. It was tooimportant.

But he was such a stupid idiot. He didhave feelings for her; she knew he did. He couldn't have made