Forbidden Bride - Penny Wylder Page 0,17
And the look on Tristan’s face—awe and raw need—is just the reward that I’m looking for. He sweeps me into his arms again and lays me out on the luxurious bed, hovering over me. “I’ve dreamt about this,” he says.
“Me too.” Too many times. But dreams can’t match the reality of him above me, taking in my naked body.
Peeling his shirt off his shoulders, he tosses it to the side before stretching his body over mine. Our lips are close, and he’s lined up with me perfectly. I can feel the length of him pressing into me through his pants and I nearly moan. “Tell me what you imagined,” he whispers. “I want your first time to be everything you dreamed of.”
My face goes up in flames, entirely caught off guard. “I can’t tell you that.”
Tristan smirks. “Now I have to hear it.” He leans down and presses a kiss to the skin of my chest, eliciting goosebumps. “I want to hear all your fantasies.”
“Why?”
“Because I have a lot of time to make up for,” he says. “And because I have a lifetime to look forward to of making them come true.”
“Oh.” It’s all that comes out of me. This is so much. I want everything but it’s so overwhelming that I can’t breathe. Covering my face with my hands, I try to breathe.
Tristan lets me, and I’m so happy that he does, but he doesn’t let me go. Finally, when I’m calmer, and my breath is coming easier, he speaks again. “Was it fast or slow?”
My hands are still covering my face. “Slow.”
“That, I can do.” Gently, Tristan takes my hands in his and guides them away from my face. He’s smiling. Just the kind of smile that makes you feel warm inside. Like he’s happy to see me even though he hasn’t left my side. “There you are.”
“Here I am.”
A soft kiss, questioning, seeking. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure,” I say. I never changed my mind. “I’m still nervous, but I’m sure.”
One side of his mouth tips up. “Okay. If you suddenly feel unsure, tell me.”
“Mhmm.” I’m distracted by the feeling of his lips on my jaw, and the way he’s sliding them down my skin. It’s a sudden and thorough exploration. Delicious. All the way down my neck and across my collarbone and to the edge of my shoulder. Holy shit. I didn’t know my collarbone could send sparks through the rest of my body.
Every part of my body is supercharged, just waiting for contact. Tristan’s palms skim down my ribs as he traces his lips and tongue across my chest and downward still, in between my breasts. My nipples pebble into hard buds, and nothing I’ve ever done to myself compares to the way his mouth feels on my skin. I’m tight and tingling and arching into him.
He brushes across the top of my breast with his mouth, circling around my nipple, teasing me. “Fuck,” I say out loud, and he laughs into my skin.
“This is going to be fun.”
“For me or for you?” I gasp out.
At that moment he seals his mouth over my skin, and I lose all concept of words. Heat and pleasure sink through me to my core, and hell, if I didn’t know what was to come after, I would have him do this all fucking day. He switches to my other nipple, and I can’t stop the moan escaping from my lips. It feels like he’s connected a line of electricity down to my pussy and every flick of his tongue sends a burst of crackling energy downward. “I think it will be fun for both of us,” he says, looking up at me with a knowing grin.
“Now is the time when you tell me if you plan on teasing me to death.”
“Not to death,” he says, punctuating his words with a swipe of his tongue. “But enough. I’m going slow.”
I close my eyes as he moves his mouth down between my breasts and starts to trail a path downward. “Maybe I should have chosen the faster option.”
“So impatient,” he murmurs. He follows the line of my ribs, drifting back and forth across the skin of my stomach and exploring with his lips and tongue and fingers. And with each movement I relax a little bit more into him and into the feelings spinning between us. This is right. There’s nothing else here with us in this moment, and we get to fucking enjoy it.
Reaching out, I sink my fingers