My thoughts are scattering. I fight to keep my lids open so I can watch Tristan’s face. “This okay?” he asks gently.
I nod, and a slow, devastating smile crosses his mouth before he pushes my legs wider.
“Katie,” he breathes, his shoulders bunched against my thighs.
“What?” I push up on my elbows.
“You’re drenched for me, baby.” He looks awed and smug and when our gazes meet, my cheeks blaze. I shift against the sun-warmed leather, and his hand lands on my stomach in warning. “I like it.”
His tongue slips through my pussy and I make a gasped, garbled noise.
“Fuck, I really like it.”
He spreads the wetness between my legs with his tongue, playing with me like he did the other day, slowly, savoring. At least I think that’s what he’s doing with the long, loving licks. I can feel myself getting wetter. When he tongues my clit, my stomach contracts.
He makes approving sounds when I clutch at his hair and grind against his face.
“Sorry,” I gasp. “Sorry.”
He lifts his head. His eyes are a green so dark they’re nearly black. His lips and chin are wet. “Fucking drown me in it,” he growls.
I clench at his words before he sucks on my clit, and a moan looses from me, high and desperate. “Tristan.” I shift under his mouth, feeling my orgasm building behind the hand he has on my stomach. The heat pooling there feels good and way too soon. I want to arch and pull away at the same time. “Tristan, please.”
He wrenches himself away, then rises to his knees.
There’s precum on the tip of his dick. He smears it almost absently with his thumb and my stomach shivers. His gaze meets mine. He swallows hard, then fists his dick.
I arch. He slips through the wetness of my pussy.
So close to where I need him. So close. His hand clutches at my thigh. He’s breathing hard now, his shoulders taut, his neck straining.
The tip of his dick brushes my clit, and I moan. It’s a feral sound that I barely recognize as coming from my throat.
“Katie,” he says hoarsely. His hand squeezes his dick in one long ripple of muscle from his wrist to his shoulder.
“I need you.” I arch under him, panting.
He squeezes my hip, looking agonized. “Tell me to stop.”
“What?”
His teeth grit. “There’s no going back for me, Katie. Not after this. I’m going to fuck you bare and I’m going to come inside you and it’s going to wreck me.” He’s at my entrance now.
My stomach flutters.
“Tell me to stop.” His words are broken, and when his gaze lifts from my body, I read how much he needs this.
I feel like I’m floating, even as my fingers clutch for purchase on the smooth leather. There’s no going back from this. “I’d really like to be wrecked by you.”
His breath shudders out. His lids lower as he pushes inside.
It is everything.
The stretch. The mingled panting sounds we make as I try to work myself onto him and he forces me to go slow. The way he fills me.
“Am I hurting you?”
“More.” I arch.
