Forbidden Bride - Penny Wylder Page 0,18
into his hair while he places a kiss on my hipbone—dangerously close to the line of my panties. And when I can feel his breath on the fabric there, my own breath goes short. “You don’t have to do that again,” I say. “We can skip to…you know…the good stuff.”
Tristan raises his head for a moment. “Did you not enjoy it?”
“Yes!” I exclaim too quickly. “Of course I did. That was amazing. But I know…I’ve heard that most men don’t enjoy that.”
He doesn’t break eye contact with me as he peels my panties down my thighs and lowers his mouth to me. Long, slow, luxurious suction directly on my clit makes me groan and grasp for the bedsheets. Tristan takes his time, starting almost lazily and increasing his tempo until I can’t even breathe, pleasure breaking over me like a wave. The orgasm hits me unexpectedly, starting deep and seeping outwards. It’s rich with ecstasy and makes my limbs shake with sensation.
Tristan sucks me deep and hard, wringing every last bit of pleasure from my body before releasing me. “Men who don’t enjoy that are missing out on something,” he says seriously. “I love the way you taste. I love hearing the way you moan, and I love making you come all over my tongue. And I reserve the right to have you for dessert whenever I please.”
“Can’t argue with that,” I say, still catching my breath.
“Besides,” he says. “I needed to warm you up. I don’t want this to hurt.”
He stands and retrieves a condom from a drawer beside his bed before dropping his pants to the floor. Still facing away from me, I’m treated first to a delicious look at his ass. I never really thought that I was an ass girl, but for that ass I would do a lot. Tight, firm skin and muscles. His back is the same, and I want to run my fingers across it. Explore him the way he’s explored me.
“I’ve used toys,” I say. “So—”
Tristan turns to me and the words die on my lips. I was going to say that I’ve used toys and so it might not be that bad. But I’ve never used any toys that size. Oh my god. I knew he was big—I’ve felt him pressed up against me—but seeing it first-hand is an entirely different story.
I can’t stop staring at him, hard and proud and big enough that I’m not sure that I’ll be able to fit that inside me. But oh man, do I want to. And I want more than that too. My mouth is watering with the need to taste him. And to hear what kind of moans would come from him if I returned the favor.
He rolls the condom on with ease, the tightness of it making him appear even bigger. Suddenly, I can’t help but grin, and a laugh bubbles up through my chest. He raises an eyebrow. “What’s funny?”
“I’m naked with you.”
He smiles too, coming back to the bed. “You are.”
“I never thought it would happen.”
“Really?” He seems surprised.
I let him climb over me so our faces are perfectly in line. “You left, Dash. I knew that it was because of me. And I never knew why. So no, I didn’t think this would ever happen.”
“But you saved yourself anyway?”
I have to look away. “A promise is a promise,” I say. “I meant what I said. I knew you were the one for me, and no one ever compared to you.”
Tristan doesn’t look angry, just curious, and I try to focus on him even though his naked body is pinning me down and I can feel his hot cock pinned between us like a sinful promise. “Why did you pretend to push me away?”
“Because this isn’t as simple as I thought it would be. You know that. You just got back. I don’t want to ruin your chances in this job, or risk that you might lose your friends, because of me.”
He silences me with a kiss. “We’ll figure all of that out. But right now, we don’t have to worry about that. It’s just you and me.”
I open my legs in response and watch Tristan’s eyes darken with lust. He reaches between us, fitting his cock against my entrance, and it’s already bigger than I imagined. The dildos I tried to replace him with have nothing on this and I’m barely feeling him yet.
Thanks to the orgasm I just had, I’m already soaking wet, and he sinks in