settling
higher for a longer suck of my most sensitive part. Then he stopped
and kissed my inner thigh, allowing me to calm my arousal, return
to my senses, only to assault me again with his tongue. This
continued for a few rounds before he eased his finger inside me,
stretching me. While this index dug deeper and faster, his tongue
began flicking with fervor.
I wouldn’t
last. I couldn’t last. The assault of his sucks and slurps on my
tender flesh drew all my senses toward that one part of my body
getting all the attention. The swell of agonizing excitement began
to burst as I gripped the sheets underneath, holding on for my
life. The charge of my orgasm flew through my body from that tip
and out my fingers and toes as I screamed.
“Stop!”
But he
wouldn’t. He knew my words were not my own and they weren’t
convincing. I wanted him to stop because I couldn’t imagine it
getting any better or stronger, and if it did, I’d disintegrate. I
didn’t want anything to ruin the moment of pure joy. But Tristan
had other plans. His ravishing mouth licked again and sucked again.
There was no way an orgasm could last so long! How? This was the
most pleasurable torture I could have asked for. And when he saw my
weakened knees fall apart, unable to keep upright as the excitement
roamed through me again and again and again, Tristan slowed to
simple kisses. His mouth drew up along my belly toward my hip. He
kissed a path across my stomach to the other side, then up to my
navel, sliding his hands over my hips to my breasts. His hands were
always on me, always connected, as if he owned my body. My nipples,
still sensitive, received soothing licks and I appreciated the
moment of rest.
Tristan’s
glistening mouth touched my lips and I tasted my fluids, mixed with
a fresh swallow of scotch. A half-empty glass revealed its orange
contents on the night table. Had it there been before we came in? I
wasn’t sure, but I didn’t care. The taste of him and me in my mouth
was perfect.
“You’re
fucking delicious.” He kissed my neck and my shoulder. Even the
little devil shied away. What Tristan had done to me was too much
for anyone.
“That was
incredible,” I smiled. I hadn’t smiled like this in a long time. I
don’t think I could have let go of so much tension if Wright was
still on my mind. But the bastard was long gone, hopefully already
buried.
“There’s more
where that came from.” His manhood jabbed at the side of my thigh
and I turned to my side, my back pressed against his heated
chest.
I arched my
spine, tilting my bottom toward him. A low growl sounded from deep
inside him as he took hold of my hip. Hearing the faint rip of foil
I said, “No need for that. I’m on the pill, Tristan.”
“Thank you,
sweet mother of...” He couldn’t finish, and with one swift prod, he
buried himself in my lubricated tunnel. The stretch was exquisite,
and I wondered why it had been so long since I’d had sex. He stayed
there for a moment, his chest rising steadily, pulse racing faster
and faster. I recognized the hesitation. It was as if he was
fighting against a little devil of his own.
“Fuck me,
Tristan. Forget about everything else. Let me help you forget.”
And with my
permission, Tristan began to move his hips, accelerating the
merciless advance in a sweet rhythm. I wasn’t aware of how I ended
up on my knees and elbows with Tristan behind me on his knees,
pushing me forward with each thrust. I braced on my arms and tilted
my ass even higher for him. His hands squeezed my hips and low
huffs of joy escaped his mouth each time he dove into me. The
dynamic of our bodies connecting astounded me. His body moved in
tandem with mine. Even if this was our first time together, he was
the master of my flesh. And at that moment, I knew – I’d never be
with anyone else like this. Tristan was the missing piece in my
life who could make me forget, make me enjoy sex for what it was.
He was the perfect fit. I tightened
higher for a longer suck of my most sensitive part. Then he stopped
and kissed my inner thigh, allowing me to calm my arousal, return
to my senses, only to assault me again with his tongue. This
continued for a few rounds before he eased his finger inside me,
stretching me. While this index dug deeper and faster, his tongue
began flicking with fervor.
I wouldn’t
last. I couldn’t last. The assault of his sucks and slurps on my
tender flesh drew all my senses toward that one part of my body
getting all the attention. The swell of agonizing excitement began
to burst as I gripped the sheets underneath, holding on for my
life. The charge of my orgasm flew through my body from that tip
and out my fingers and toes as I screamed.
“Stop!”
But he
wouldn’t. He knew my words were not my own and they weren’t
convincing. I wanted him to stop because I couldn’t imagine it
getting any better or stronger, and if it did, I’d disintegrate. I
didn’t want anything to ruin the moment of pure joy. But Tristan
had other plans. His ravishing mouth licked again and sucked again.
There was no way an orgasm could last so long! How? This was the
most pleasurable torture I could have asked for. And when he saw my
weakened knees fall apart, unable to keep upright as the excitement
roamed through me again and again and again, Tristan slowed to
simple kisses. His mouth drew up along my belly toward my hip. He
kissed a path across my stomach to the other side, then up to my
navel, sliding his hands over my hips to my breasts. His hands were
always on me, always connected, as if he owned my body. My nipples,
still sensitive, received soothing licks and I appreciated the
moment of rest.
Tristan’s
glistening mouth touched my lips and I tasted my fluids, mixed with
a fresh swallow of scotch. A half-empty glass revealed its orange
contents on the night table. Had it there been before we came in? I
wasn’t sure, but I didn’t care. The taste of him and me in my mouth
was perfect.
“You’re
fucking delicious.” He kissed my neck and my shoulder. Even the
little devil shied away. What Tristan had done to me was too much
for anyone.
“That was
incredible,” I smiled. I hadn’t smiled like this in a long time. I
don’t think I could have let go of so much tension if Wright was
still on my mind. But the bastard was long gone, hopefully already
buried.
“There’s more
where that came from.” His manhood jabbed at the side of my thigh
and I turned to my side, my back pressed against his heated
chest.
I arched my
spine, tilting my bottom toward him. A low growl sounded from deep
inside him as he took hold of my hip. Hearing the faint rip of foil
I said, “No need for that. I’m on the pill, Tristan.”
“Thank you,
sweet mother of...” He couldn’t finish, and with one swift prod, he
buried himself in my lubricated tunnel. The stretch was exquisite,
and I wondered why it had been so long since I’d had sex. He stayed
there for a moment, his chest rising steadily, pulse racing faster
and faster. I recognized the hesitation. It was as if he was
fighting against a little devil of his own.
“Fuck me,
Tristan. Forget about everything else. Let me help you forget.”
And with my
permission, Tristan began to move his hips, accelerating the
merciless advance in a sweet rhythm. I wasn’t aware of how I ended
up on my knees and elbows with Tristan behind me on his knees,
pushing me forward with each thrust. I braced on my arms and tilted
my ass even higher for him. His hands squeezed my hips and low
huffs of joy escaped his mouth each time he dove into me. The
dynamic of our bodies connecting astounded me. His body moved in
tandem with mine. Even if this was our first time together, he was
the master of my flesh. And at that moment, I knew – I’d never be
with anyone else like this. Tristan was the missing piece in my
life who could make me forget, make me enjoy sex for what it was.
He was the perfect fit. I tightened
Similar Books
