Inevitable: Love & War | A peek at Teal and Trent

Inger Iversen

November 2, 2016

Trent loved watching a woman get undressed.

“Umm, sure.” She made her way over to the light.

Just as she reached to turn it off, Trent said, “Hell no. I want to see your body.” There was nothing more erotic than watching a woman unwrap the gift she was about to give him. He wanted to see every piece of skin hidden beneath his clothes she had on. The thought of it had him pushing into his hand harder.

Teal took a deep breath and shook her head. “I like the lights off.” She picked up the lamp and moved it away from the bed, dimming the area.

Her hesitance didn’t bother him one bit. He was used to it. He liked bigger women, and as a result, he’d had to soothe a few body image issues over the years. Trent stood, awkwardly adjusting his junk, and headed over to Teal.

“If I wasn’t attracted to you, I wouldn’t fuck you. This isn’t something I’m doing out of pity. I’m horny, you’re horny, and I want to taste every damned inch of you before plopping your little ass on my dick and watching you ride me. This isn’t happening for any reason other than the fact I want you exactly how you are.” Trent couldn’t even blame his words on the whiskey. He’d been intrigued and annoyed by Teal the second he laid eyes on her.

“It isn’t just about that.” Teal crossed her arms over her chest and Trent knocked them down. Flabbergasted, she started to open her mouth before Trent picked her up fireman style—watching her knee—and carried her back to the bed.

Gently flipping her over, he laid on top of her. Steeling his voice he said, “I’m going to see and taste every inch of you.” He leaned in and nipped her bottom lip. “Then, I’ll devour each imperfection you think you have.”