“I’d suck your nipples deep into my mouth all while I was fingering your pussy until you were squirming and begging for more.”
I start to squirm when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. His words, his actions are making me hot. And wet. His thumb slides around my clit with ease and that sweet, familiar ache starts to build. I sink my hands into his hair, holding him close.
“That would’ve been the first time you pushed your fingers into my hair because I’ve noticed you do that a lot. Pull on it too,” he observes, his mouth moving against my breast, his breath hot as it blows across my sensitive nipple. “I don’t mind though. I actually like it.”
I give his hair a tug for good measure.
“I probably would’ve gone down on you. And found out you have the sweetest pussy in the world. Nothing has ever tasted better.”
“Please,” I mumble sarcastically, because I can’t help myself. He has to be kidding.
“I’m serious.” He slides his fingers between my legs, touching every sensitive inch, then brings them up to his mouth, sucking them deep. “Fucking delicious,” he says when he pulls his fingers out.
A shaky breath leaves me when I see the way his lips shine from my juices. Oh, and then he licks them. My belly flutters. Maybe some girls get squicked out by that sort of thing but not me. Everything Tristan does is a turn on.
“What next?” I encourage him.
He smiles. “Because I’m a man, I would’ve somehow got those perfect, pink lips of yours wrapped around my dick, and you would’ve loved it.”
I smile in return. “I do like sucking your cock.”
His smile fades, replaced with a dark, hungry look that makes my body tighten with anticipation. He looks like he wants to jump me. “Woman, you can’t say things like that to me without getting a reaction.”
“What sort of reaction?” I ask innocently.
“Hand me another condom and you’ll see.”
I grab one of the many condoms that lie scattered on top of his bedside table and give it to him, watching with fascination as he gets on his knees and rolls it on. I love watching him do this. His brows furrowed in concentration, his lip caught between his teeth, his fingers brushing over the head of his cock and making it sway. He rolls that condom on and always gives it a good tug, stroking himself once. Twice. Then he’s good. He’s ready.
It’s the hottest thing ever.
“You ready for the big D?” he asks once the condom is securely in place. He’s grinning again, his expression so adorable despite what he just said. I’m sure he’s waiting for me to say something equally ridiculous.
I sit up and move toward him, his grin slipping as he falls back on his perfect ass and I crawl into his lap. His cock rises between us and I grab hold of his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his middle and positioning myself perfectly so I can sink down onto him.
“I always want the big D,” I tell him, smiling as I lower myself onto his thick cock, taking him inch by inch, my body yielding to his invasion until he’s buried deep.
Big. Throbbing. Filling me right up.
“Damn, Ali.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine. I wiggle my hips and he winces. I start to lift up and he braces his hands on my hips, keeping me in place. “Just—don’t fucking move.”
“But isn’t that the whole point of fucking?” I wiggle again, feel him go even deeper and we both groan in unison.
“I’m gonna come and fast, if you keep that up.” He exhales loudly, sounding tortured. “And that’s the last thing I want to do.”
Me too. I want this to last, not be over before it’s done.
“Take it slow, baby,” he urges and I do, letting him guide me, his hands still on my hips as I lift up and sink down on him. The drag and pull of our connected bodies feels so incredibly good I can hardly stand it. I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensation of his cock pushing deep inside my body.
It’s like he completely owns me. I’m possessed by all things Tristan. His big body surrounds me, his large hands on my hips, my legs wound around him, our bodies so close we’re sharing the same air. I glance down, my hair falling forward as I watch his cock disappear