CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
TRISTAN
I wrapped my arms around her and clutched her to my chest, letting her words wash over me, allowing them to soothe me. She hadn’t been happy to say them, but they still worked as balm to my wounded heart.
We stayed like that for a long time, but it couldn’t last forever, especially since we were skin on skin.
Eventually, we started shifting and soothing rubs turned into lingering touches.
Her hand moved to my stiff erection.
Her teeth bit at her lush lower lip while her palm pumped at me, her grip firm as she ran it up and down my length. I loved the feel of her hand on me, the way her delicate fingers curved so perfectly around my throbbing length.
I watched her face while she touched me. That dear, beautiful face. Her hair was parted down the middle and pulled back tight today. Even our efforts on the couch hadn’t loosened it. It was a severe style, but somehow it only enhanced the raw beauty of her features, her clear gray eyes standing out like pale crystals, her trembling lips so lush I couldn’t stop picturing them wrapped around my cock.
Not yet, I thought. Maybe next time.
This time I needed to feel her against me again, to press my whole body to her whole body and feel.
My lips latched onto hers, plundering hers, bruising in their conquest.
Mine, my lips told her.
I backed her flush into the wall, dislodging her hand from me.
Lifting her high, I held her propped up with a hip braced between her legs, gripping her ass in both hands.
I buried my face against the soft mounds of her breasts, rubbing my stubbled cheek against the hard nub of her nipple.
She squirmed and gasped at the abrading contact, clutching my head to her.
I worked my way over to her other quivering breast, nuzzling into the tight crest, turning my head to lick and suck it into my mouth.
I drew hard on her nipple until she whimpered. Until she begged.
Mine, my body told her, as I pinned her to the wall.
She was panting in short, heavy gasps, her breaths puffing against the top of my head. I swear just the sound of those labored breaths could have gotten me off.
I twisted my hips, rubbing my jutting cock hard into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. I shoved against her until I felt a spurt of pre-come coat the skin just below her p-ssy.
She moaned and reached a grasping hand down, gripping me, pumping.
It was too much, too soon, and I pulled it away. It seemed a waste to come all over her thigh, when I was more than welcome inside of her tight cunt.
I flicked my tongue against her throat as I shifted, positioning us both so I was snug between her thighs, her feet lifted clean off the ground.
I took her mouth with ferocity as I impaled her slowly onto my aching cock.
She was suspended only by one hard hand on her hip, and my hard member working her on the inside.
She gasped and trembled as I nailed her against that wall.
I gripped my free hand into her hair, holding it at the nape, keeping her mouth anchored to mine.
I pulled back to watch her face as I began to move.
My eyes drank in the sight of her face, tight with longing, her eyes wide and moist,
her
lower
lip
trembling
uncontrollably.
I glanced down, watching as I slid in and out, watching my cock pull out until just the thick head remained lodged inside.
My eyes flicked to her heaving chest, slick with sweat, her breasts so high and lovely.
I met her stunned gaze as I crammed back into her brutally.
She screamed, and I lost my mind, f*cking her hard, harder, jamming into her, dragging out roughly, again and again, mindless with lust.
She was so tight that I felt like I was stretching her with every mad drive, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
I gripped her hips in both of my hands and bounced her forcefully on my cock.
She screamed louder, and I kept f*cking her in earnest.
She was so close that she was starting to clench on me in anticipation. I didn’t let up.
I bit softly on her lower lip as she came apart in my arms.
That, I thought, that right there is what I need. The ability to fulfill her needs, the power to make her weak, weak enough to lean on me.
Mine, my heart cried out to her.
I didn’t stop, riding out her clenching walls and her digging nails.
I shouted and cursed as legs shaking, back bowed I hit the end of her one last time, and erupted deep inside of her with explosive force, clenched so tight that I could feel each rough pull of semen being milked out of my pulsating cock by our combined efforts.
I came and came, so far gone that I felt shaky with it. Even my vision went fuzzy for a few long, intense moments.
I slid us both to the ground, pulling out of her on the way.
Laying her gently on her back, I propped myself above her. I spread her limp thighs with a light touch, fingering her sex.
I’d spilled in her twice already, and trails of liquid were running down her thighs. Watching her face, I shoved some of that errant fluid back inside of her, my thoughts on our lack of protection.
It wasn’t that it’d slipped my mind. On the contrary, I’d noticed that even on that first time at the ranch, when I’d lost every ounce of sane thought. How not?
Being bare inside of her was my own little kind of heaven, and the fact that she hadn’t protested at the time, well, that I’d chalked up to the fact that the lust had made her lose all control, like it had me.
But she hadn’t said so much as a word about it the next time, either.
Or the next.
And neither had I.
For my part, I had no motivation to so much as mention it. I was clean, and knew she would be. As for getting pregnant, I figured she was on the pill, but the fact was, even if she wasn’t, I didn’t care.
That wasn’t true. I cared. I wanted her off the pill. I wanted her to get pregnant.
Right or wrong, I’d never stopped wanting that. I doubted I ever would.
Things were still unsettled between us, but I couldn’t even pretend not to wish for some small chance I could have gotten her pregnant. I wanted that. I was more than ready to try my hand at being a father.
And there was only one woman I’d ever have considered for the role of mother to my children.
She gasped and turned her face away.
“Oh God, Tristan. What are we doing?”
“I don’t know, but neither of us work tomorrow, so we’re about to do it for two days straight, whatever we want to call it.”
She didn’t even look like she’d heard me. In fact, she looked like she was drifting off.
I sprawled onto my back beside her. “I have to say, I’m tempted to sleep right here on the floor. Seems easier than trying to move at the moment.”
She snorted.
“What? You can’t move either. Admit it.”
“I could move, if I wanted to,” she said, a hint of a smile in her voice.
I turned my face to look at her. “Prove it. I bet you can’t even get up right now.”
“You and your bets,” she said, but she’d started moving, rolling onto her side.
She’d never admit it, but the woman couldn’t turn her back on a dare to save her life.
It took her a minute, but she made it onto her stomach, and then pushed up with her hands, dragging her legs underneath her.
Slowly, giving me a hell of a view, she rose onto her elbows and knees.
She braced herself there, facing away from me
And the view she gave me right then.
Jesus.
I bit my own fist I was so turned on by the sight.
I wasn’t tired anymore. Every part of me woke right up, and in fact, one particular part went to great lengths to rise to the occasion.
I’m not proud of this, but that was the precise moment when my errant cock decided that it had to be buried in her tight little ass in a hurry.
Everything was just lined up so perfectly. She was relaxed to the point of limp, natural lube was dripping down her thigh with every shift of her body.
Who could resist? Not me. Not f*cking likely.
She hadn’t quite worked herself into a crawl when I covered her, my chest pushing into her back.
She reared up. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” she said, not quite stifling a laugh.
I was already parting her thighs from behind, dragging me cock against her, using the moisture between her legs to make my member slick. I grabbed a bit of extra moisture, dragging it up to her back entrance.
That’s when she got the picture. “Oh,” she uttered softly, then held perfectly still.
I didn’t ask for permission, just moved into position and started to enter her.
“Tell me if it gets to be too much,” I gasped, working to get my tip in. That first shocking inch would be the challenge.
It wasn’t easy.
She was not
accustomed to this, and her body was firmly closed against me.
I reached between us, burying two fingers in her p-ssy. I started to move them, and as she accepted my fingers, her back gave just enough to let me push my throbbing tip into her.
After that, I was able to sink into her, going as slow as I could stand. I was big, and I knew it wouldn’t be easy for her to take me like this, but with patience I was able to sink in a few aching, precious inches.
“Am I hurting you, sweetheart?” I groaned, finger f*cking her hard, because that seemed to soften the rest of her.
She couldn’t even speak, just writhing and moaning below me.
I could live with that. What I couldn’t live with was the superhuman control it took not to start f*cking her ass harder.
With a rough grunt, I thrust in another intense inch, and then another. I stopped when I had a thought.
“Am I hurting your knee?”
“Don’t stop!” she gasped, because my fingers had stopped moving. I started working them again, jerking hard, and pushed my cock in farther.
I pulled out a bit, head tilted down to watch my progress. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to bury myself to the hilt. I wanted to, bad, but I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her, and I really was too big to do this particular act comfortably.
“Just f*ck me,” she moaned.
My eyes shut on a groan of pleasure and I sank back in, farther than I’d been before I started pulling out. “Say that again,” I urged her, my voice rough with effort.
“F*ck me. F*ck my ass. Don’t hold back.”
“I’ll hurt you if I don’t hold back.”
“I don’t give a f*ck. So I’ll be sore tomorrow. Shit happens. Bury that gorgeous cock inside of me. I can take it.”
That was a full on tirade for her during a sexual act, as she usually wasn’t coherent enough for words at this stage.
I started pumping my fingers fast, swinging my hips hard against her, driving in until just two inches at my base weren’t buried. She seemed okay underneath me, in fact she was writhing in pleasure, so I let myself drive in those last few inches.
I stayed like that for a full minute, hoping it would help her adjust.
Finally, snapping, I shut my eyes tight and let go, pulling out halfway, then shoving back in.
I dragged out again, farther this time, then plunged back in deep with one jerky swing.
I heaved nearly entirely out, biting my lip hard as I rammed back in hard.
I told her how beautiful she was, how perfect, how good her toned little ass felt to bury myself in. I barely registered what I was saying as it came out of my mouth, but it was all the blunt truth. Her flesh, any of it, wrapping around me, sucking me in, had always acted as a truth serum for me. I could not be inside of Danika and keep to myself just how damned glorious I thought she was.
Never had been.
It was ironic, because I wasn’t a talker during the act with anyone else.
Only her. Always her.
I dragged out and jammed in, still going slow, being careful, well, careful as could be considering.
She started coming around my fingers, I felt it, and when she let go, so did I.
With a harsh cry, I pushed her shoulder down, grabbed her hip, and started f*cking in earnest, rocking in and out with great, heavy drives.
I was rough, but the rough part was quick, as I was already far gone before I’d started up the rhythm that finished me. My eyes rolled up into my head as I felt my sac filling, the great rush of my orgasm building into an eruption that shot out of me in heavy waves.
I was just starting to ejaculate when I pulled out, coming on her back, her ass, even crawling as far up as her sexy shoulder blades, watching each heaving spurt landing on her. I even painted her tattoo.
Her voice came muffled but amused.
“You giving yourself a money shot back there?”
I grunted an affirmative like the caveman she liked to call me.
It took a while, but I managed to get us both upstairs, showered, and into bed.
I lay on my back, tangled with her, profoundly and irrevocably entwined.
She nestled into me, and I pulled her cheek over my heart, arranging her, trapping her against me for the night.
I watched her face for a long time, until I was sure she was deeply asleep. “I love you,” I told her, voice hushed, reverent.