R. Mathewson - Perfection

"We're going to take this nice and slow," he said tightly to her or himself, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that nothing ever felt as good as Trevor Bradford sliding inside her.

She wanted to thrust back, but his weight on top of her stopped her from doing anything more than lying there. It was pure hell lying there and needing him so damn badly. He was barely halfway inside of her when he pulled out and slid back in.

"Nice and slow," he said through what sounded like clenched teeth as he continued his agonizingly slow pace that was killing her.

At this point she couldn't even find the words to beg him to move faster and she desperately wanted him to move faster. He felt so good, so incredibly good.

"You feel so damn good, baby," he said, turning her on more than she ever thought possible. She knew he didn't really mean the endearment, but right now she allowed herself to enjoy the way it made her feel.

"I could stay in you forever," he said, groaning as he pressed hot wet kisses against the back of her neck as he slowly thrust inside of her. She'd never made love to a man in this position, but there was something about having a man lying on top of her and taking her from behind and not being able to move that was intensely erotic.

"Do you like this?" he asked, pressing a kiss against the corner of her mouth.

"Yes," she said, tilting her head back so she could kiss him. The kiss started off slow, but soon turned hungry as Trevor slid his hands over her arms until their hands met and their fingers entwined.

His slow pace started to become a little less controlled and a little more frantic as he started to thrust into her harder. One minute she was kissing him and loving the way he made her feel and the next she was crying out her release.

She barely heard Trevor when he muttered tightly, "Next time, damn it. I'll make it good next time." Before she could register his words he was slamming into her from behind and she loved every single second of it.

Before her five year stint she'd had a few lovers. They were attentive and she'd guess they were good lovers since they always made sure she found her moment, but they never made her feel like they were desperate for her or couldn't get enough of her. They'd certainly never lost control like Trevor was currently doing.

"So fucking good," Trevor gasped, igniting the fire once again inside of her. It wasn't long before he had her screaming again as her body burst apart on an orgasm so intense that it left her gasping for air as little black spots danced around her vision.

Trevor's deep groan of satisfaction had her biting back a pleased little smile. She knew she hadn't done much, but it was still satisfying to know that a man like Trevor had enjoyed being with her and clearly he had. There was no way she could have misread his enjoyment. She wondered if this was the best sex he'd ever had as well.

"Thanks," he said, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head as he pulled out and climbed off the bed.

That was it? Thanks? After the mind blowing sex they'd just had? Granted she hadn't had sex in five years and a thirty second romp in the hay probably would have earned an eight by default on her Richter scale, but still.......

She thought she deserved something a little more than a "thanks" like she'd just handed him the remote or something. It wasn't as if she was expecting his undying love or something, she wasn't an idiot after all, but something with feeling would have been-

"That was great," he said as he gave her bottom a little rub and a pat.

Well, that was something, she supposed as she blew a strand of hair out of her face. The great part was at least true, she thought with a sniff as she heard him moving around in her bathroom.

At least she didn't have to figure out a polite way to get him to leave. In the past she had a few boyfriends that she'd cuddled with and slept with, but Trevor wasn't a boyfriend and never would be. Not only was there no way in hell that he'd date someone like her, sex? apparently and shockingly yes, but men like Trevor didn't settle on plump, plain nobodies like her.

This was just going to be sex, mind blowing, life altering sex, but sex nonetheless and she was going to make damn sure she remembered that. Besides he never really treated her like she was anything special so she didn't foresee herself doing anything stupid like fall in love with him. He sure as hell wasn't going to fall in love with her. Just the thought of Trevor dropping to his knees and professing his undying love for her had her laughing softly.

As long as they both remembered this was an arrangement and nothing more there wouldn't be any problems, she decided as she rolled over, deciding that she could use a long soak in the tub before she took Toby out for his last walk for the night and went to bed.

"Where are you going?" Trevor suddenly asked, drawing her attention to the bathroom door where he stood naked and hard, she noted with surprise. "Get your ass back on the bed, Zoe. We're not done," he ordered softly, as he ripped open a condom and slid it on.

"We're not?" she asked, unable to hide her surprise.

Shrugging lazily, he shook his head. "We need to catch you up," he explained as he walked back over to the bed, running his hand lazily over his condom covered erection and making it really difficult for Zoe to think at the moment.

"Catch me up?" she repeated numbly as she wondered how he got that thing back up. A few of the men she'd dated in the past had been able to go at it a second time, but that was much later and after a nap or a long break. The thing between Trevor's legs looked really angry as if it had been denied its own moment, making Zoe wonder if maybe it had. Could men fake orgasms? she wondered even as Trevor climbed on the bed and between her legs and gently pushed her back until she was lying on her back.

"Mmmhmm," he said absently, positioning himself between her legs, but not quite entering her yet. "Yes," he said on a heavy sigh. "I'm afraid we're going to have to keep having incredible sex until we've made up your five year dry spell."

"And um," she said, feeling her lips twitch with amusement, "you're willing to suffer through having great sex with me to do that, huh?" She couldn't help but feel pleased to discover that he'd enjoyed himself as much as she had. It did amazing things for her self-esteem.

"I said incredible sex," he corrected her, sounding put out, "but yes, I'm willing to make that sacrifice, because that's just the kind of guy I am."

"That's, um," she said, choking back a laugh as his wiggled his eyebrows playfully, pleasing her immensely since he was seldom playful or even joked around, "very generous of you."

"I know," he said, sighing as he sank into her, making her hiss in a breath of surprise. "That's just the kind of guy I am," he said, sounding completely serious. She couldn't help it. She burst out laughing and couldn't stop until he gave her a very delicious diversion and then for a good while she couldn't stop screaming.

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"I'm going now, Zoe," Trevor said quietly, ducking out of the way and laughing when Zoe went to swat him away.

"Stop touching me, you pervert. I'm tired," she grumbled crabbily, but he noted the very pleased and content expression on her face that probably matched his own.

Of course that was why he was waking the poor thing up at three in the morning after the seven hour marathon of mind blowing sex they'd just had. He had to make sure they were on the same page here. This was sex, fucking incredible sex, but nothing more.

Before he left he needed to make sure that she knew there would never be anything else between them. This was an arrangement, nothing more. As long as she remembered that, and please god let her remember that so they could continue with this, but at the very first sign that she thought this was more and he was going to cut his losses and end this. Well, maybe after he slept with her one more time, just to get it out of their systems. He'd be an asshole not to have sex with her one last time, he decided.

He was just so damn giving sometimes.....

"I'm going," he said, brushing a strand of hair off her bare shoulder before he pressed a kiss to it, because he simply couldn't be near her and not touch her.

She groaned something as she rolled over away from him, baring one large pale breast and rose pink nipple that had him licking his lips and his poor dick whimpering. He forced himself to step back, knowing there would be a tomorrow, hopefully. Besides, they ran out of condoms a half hour ago and he never took chances.

"Are you okay if I leave?" he asked, waiting for her to start whining and pouting for him to stay. Then it would be over. Well, after he got his hands on another pack of condoms and sated himself between her legs for a few more hours it would be, but still if she became clingy it was the sign that Zoe truly didn't understand their arrangement.

"Why are you still here?" she mumbled, sounding close to tears. "I'm so tired and if you touch me one more time I'm going to kick your ass," she promised, well mumbled really against her pillow as she buried her face in it, making Trevor smile.

Oh yeah, she understood all right and unlike Haley he had a feeling Zoe knew exactly how to take a man down so he took it as his cue to haul ass.

"Fine I'm out of here, Grouchy," he said, smiling as he leaned over and pressed a loud kiss against her lips just to piss her off.

She whimpered pathetically as she pulled the pillow over her head. "Bastard."

"Don't forget that you have to get up in three hours to make my lunch," he said cheerfully, knowing it would just piss her off more and for some reason really enjoying himself, probably more than he ever had with any other woman, which he decided was just post sex euphoria.

"Jerk," he thought she said, making him chuckle as he left her bedroom.

He couldn't help smiling as he jogged down Zoe's stairs to the living room where he found Toby, they really needed to do something about that name, sitting by the door holding that damn teddy bear leash in his mouth.

"You're killing me here, buddy," Trevor said, taking the leash out of the dog's mouth and exchanging it for the black leather one he'd purchased and he noted the dog could have easily reached as well, but apparently preferred the damn sissy one.

"You and I are going to have ourselves a little man to man talk," he said, clipping the leash to the black leather collar he'd switched out late last night after he helped Zoe in bed. "Let's go," he said, fighting the urge to look up at the stairs one last time and winning.

This was just an arrangement, a brilliant arrangement, but nevertheless an arrangement.

"And where have you been all night?" she demanded with her arms folded over her chest as he came sauntering into her kitchen like it didn't matter that she spent half the night, okay the last hour, worried sick about him.

"Well?" she demanded when he tried to look innocent. He tried to give her his most adorable expression, but she wasn't having it.

"Relax, he was with me," Trevor announced as he stepped into the kitchen, giving Toby an affectionate rub behind the ears as he passed him.

"All night?" Zoe asked, hoping she didn't sound or look as nervous as she felt. A little over three hours ago she'd been sitting on top of this man fulfilling five years of fantasies. Not that she regretted a moment of it.

Oh god no.

After five years of going without real human contact, last night had been perfect. The sex was great and instead of taking her chances on a total stranger it was with Trevor, whom she trusted more than any person she'd ever met, she suddenly realized.

That didn't mean there wasn't going to be a little awkwardness the next morning. They went from having a very informal, semi professional relationship to buck naked and doing a hundred different things that just thinking about made her knees wobble and her stomach flutter with anticipation. Then again just because she was happy with last night didn't mean that he was, she realized, instantly killing any lingering happy thoughts about last night.

He said the sex was incredible, but maybe that was just something he said during sex, she thought, making herself depressed. Maybe it was pity sex, she thought, horrified by the very idea. Pity sex was worse than no sex.