soft brown hair, desperate for more, desperate for him.
Reaching down, I slid Tristan’s boxers down his legs. He kicked them off and slapped the insides of my thighs. I spread my legs obediently and pulled him closer. When he was almost inside of me, I looked into his eyes. They were the same dark blue they’d always been, but now I was seeing him nakedly in a way that I never had before. I felt so exposed, so intimate, that I couldn’t stand it.
“I need you,” I whispered softly. Tristan grabbed a hold of my hips and plunged inside of me. The feel of his cock sent me into spasms of pleasure and I arched my back and shrieked until his mouth came down on my nipples again, biting and tugging harder this time. The hot pulsing feeling in my lower belly started to build and build and I closed my eyes and screwed up my face. He felt so amazing, so encompassing, that I couldn’t believe we’d ever parted from each other. We belonged together, our bodies fit like magnets.
Tristan started thrusting his hips faster and harder against me. Sweat was beading on his forehead and as he looked into my eyes, a drop landed from his skin against mine. I felt my orgasm build and build, until I was thrashing below him and screaming his name.
“Jenny,” Tristan grunted into my neck. The intensity of his voice surprised me and I felt my eyes well up with unexpected tears. Being with Tristan again was like coming home, like I’d never been apart from his side. The years melted as he slammed his body against mine until we were both hoarse and crying out from pleasure. His skin was so hot against mine than I felt like I was being burned.
When it was over, Tristan and I stayed locked together for a few heavy seconds. I had no idea what had just happened. I had no idea if I wanted it to happen again. But right there, in the moment, everything felt right in a way that it hadn’t felt for years.
I love you . I didn’t dare say it, but as I looked at Tristan’s sweaty body on top of mine, I hoped he knew.
Chapter Thirteen
Tristan
I couldn’t take it any longer. Couldn’t wait any more. Jenny was mine, she’d always been mine, and I had to have her again. From the first moment I threw her down on the bed, I knew that, once again, she’d be mine. All mine. Jenny lay back and looked up at me with her sparkly emerald eyes. She bit her lower lip and I felt my crotch seize with lust. My cock stiffened in my pants and I rubbed it suggestively and raised my eyebrows at Jenny.
She giggled and blushed and for a moment, I saw the girl she’d been all those long years ago. Suddenly, the moment got more serious. Jenny kept her gorgeous eyes trained on mine and suggestively ran her hands down her body. As she cupped her breasts, she closed her eyes and moaned softly. Her soft pale hands ran down her body and she slipped them between her legs, groaning softly and spreading her thighs wide. With a fierce growl, I tackled her back on the bed. When our mouths met, my teeth and lips pressed hard against hers until I tasted a little blood mingled with her saliva. She was so sweet, so delicious. I could smell the arousal wafting off of her in huge waves. Closing my eyes, I tangled my hands in her red hair and pressed her lips to mine over and over. Jenny moaned softly in my mouth. Her soft hands slipped up my chest, giving me goose bumps. I saw her gape a little when she caught sight of all of my tattoos.
I grinned at her. “I’ve gotten a little decoration,” I drawled. “I know I didn’t used to look this way.”
Jenny flushed again and I had the urge to yank her head back and suck on her neck until she was whimpering with desire. “You’re gorgeous,” she said demurely in the same voice she used to use when we had been together all those years ago. “I love the way you look, Tristan.”
Hearing Jenny say my name set fire to my loins. Reaching forward, pinched her nipples until she was
Reaching down, I slid Tristan’s boxers down his legs. He kicked them off and slapped the insides of my thighs. I spread my legs obediently and pulled him closer. When he was almost inside of me, I looked into his eyes. They were the same dark blue they’d always been, but now I was seeing him nakedly in a way that I never had before. I felt so exposed, so intimate, that I couldn’t stand it.
“I need you,” I whispered softly. Tristan grabbed a hold of my hips and plunged inside of me. The feel of his cock sent me into spasms of pleasure and I arched my back and shrieked until his mouth came down on my nipples again, biting and tugging harder this time. The hot pulsing feeling in my lower belly started to build and build and I closed my eyes and screwed up my face. He felt so amazing, so encompassing, that I couldn’t believe we’d ever parted from each other. We belonged together, our bodies fit like magnets.
Tristan started thrusting his hips faster and harder against me. Sweat was beading on his forehead and as he looked into my eyes, a drop landed from his skin against mine. I felt my orgasm build and build, until I was thrashing below him and screaming his name.
“Jenny,” Tristan grunted into my neck. The intensity of his voice surprised me and I felt my eyes well up with unexpected tears. Being with Tristan again was like coming home, like I’d never been apart from his side. The years melted as he slammed his body against mine until we were both hoarse and crying out from pleasure. His skin was so hot against mine than I felt like I was being burned.
When it was over, Tristan and I stayed locked together for a few heavy seconds. I had no idea what had just happened. I had no idea if I wanted it to happen again. But right there, in the moment, everything felt right in a way that it hadn’t felt for years.
I love you . I didn’t dare say it, but as I looked at Tristan’s sweaty body on top of mine, I hoped he knew.
Chapter Thirteen
Tristan
I couldn’t take it any longer. Couldn’t wait any more. Jenny was mine, she’d always been mine, and I had to have her again. From the first moment I threw her down on the bed, I knew that, once again, she’d be mine. All mine. Jenny lay back and looked up at me with her sparkly emerald eyes. She bit her lower lip and I felt my crotch seize with lust. My cock stiffened in my pants and I rubbed it suggestively and raised my eyebrows at Jenny.
She giggled and blushed and for a moment, I saw the girl she’d been all those long years ago. Suddenly, the moment got more serious. Jenny kept her gorgeous eyes trained on mine and suggestively ran her hands down her body. As she cupped her breasts, she closed her eyes and moaned softly. Her soft pale hands ran down her body and she slipped them between her legs, groaning softly and spreading her thighs wide. With a fierce growl, I tackled her back on the bed. When our mouths met, my teeth and lips pressed hard against hers until I tasted a little blood mingled with her saliva. She was so sweet, so delicious. I could smell the arousal wafting off of her in huge waves. Closing my eyes, I tangled my hands in her red hair and pressed her lips to mine over and over. Jenny moaned softly in my mouth. Her soft hands slipped up my chest, giving me goose bumps. I saw her gape a little when she caught sight of all of my tattoos.
I grinned at her. “I’ve gotten a little decoration,” I drawled. “I know I didn’t used to look this way.”
Jenny flushed again and I had the urge to yank her head back and suck on her neck until she was whimpering with desire. “You’re gorgeous,” she said demurely in the same voice she used to use when we had been together all those years ago. “I love the way you look, Tristan.”
Hearing Jenny say my name set fire to my loins. Reaching forward, pinched her nipples until she was
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