“Okay.” He’s all the way inside now. My thighs squeeze his legs.
He circles his hips and I choke a sound.
“Good?”
“Incredible.”
His exhale is heavy. “For me too.” His first thrust is messy and perfect and makes me gasp. “Fuck.” He does it again before his hand finds mine and he squeezes, like he’s going to come apart and I’m anchoring him.
I arch to meet his thrusts with rocks of my hips. He seems to like it, so I keep going. Sex with someone the first time is supposed to be weird. It’s supposed to be awkward.
And sure, some of this might be weird and awkward, but to me it feels indescribably right. It feels like our bodiesknow each other, and as his pace increases and I meet his thrusts, it feels like we were made to do this.
I’m being stretched and fucked and made anew under Tristan’s hands and I love it. My body pulses with need. My orgasm is building, making me thrash and arch, until Tristan leans over, his mouth meeting my neck, his hips still pumping.
“Breathe out.”
I exhale and whimper as the pleasure spikes.
“Again.”
I push all the breath out of my body, my pace faltering. Tristan’s thrusts deepen and I come. Hard. I can feel my body clenching around him. My nails scrabble at his back. My mouth opens on a silent scream. The desire twists up my spine and makes my legs shake.
He fucks me through it, groaning into my neck, keeping pace.
“Good, Katie?”
Pleasure is still washing through me, so all I manage is a helpless sound.
“You need more?”
His right hand is clutching at my waist now, his mouth open against my neck. I shake my head.
“I’m close, baby.” He rears up, planting a hand on my stomach. His thrusts are heavy and deep and increasingly sloppy. His eyes are half-lidded and glazed. “Can I come inside you?”
I nod as another orgasm rises, hot and sharp behind my belly button. It’s the sight of Tristan coming that makes it crest. His head jerks back. His lips part.
His guttural groan sends me over the edge.
My hips arch helplessly as I clench around him.
I feel him thickening inside me, feel him losing controlin helpless, messy spurts. I clench harder, gasping at how hard the pleasure releases inside me, how it seems endless, unfurling in shimmering waves.
He comes for longer than I thought possible before his thrusts turn gentle and he slumps over me. “Katie.” He captures my lips in a brief, soft kiss. “I don’t want to leave you.”
I wriggle against him. “So don’t.”
He chuckles against my mouth. “Okay.”
He does eventually leave me. He slips out with a look of satisfaction at the mess he’s made. He slides a finger through the wetness on my thigh.
“Proud of yourself?” I push up onto my elbows.
His dimple pops. “I did wreck you.”
I flop back, laughing as he collapses next to me on the cushions. “Who wrecked whom?”
“Fair.” He tucks me against his body, turning me and arranging me until I’m cocooned by the cage of his arms, my forehead to his collarbone. I trace his chest. His heartbeat is a steady pulse under my hand.
