“Yeah.” He sucks on my neck, his breaths shallow. “All the things I’ve fantasized about are coming true.”
I can’t help my laugh as I lean back and press him to the bed. He fights against my hand, trying to get back to me before he lets me push him into the mattress with a sigh.
“What fantasies?”
He stretches an arm behind his head in a way that makes his biceps bunch. “You pinned me to the grass that morning, remember?”
Heat crawls up my face, spreads down my chest. “Yes.”
His grin is cocky. “I fantasized that you’d grind yourself against me and take what you needed and you wouldn’t even care if I came.”
Need spikes hard inside me.
I take a sharp breath before I surge forward and pin his wrists to the bed. He obliges by letting me drag his handsbehind his back. His cheekbones are slashed with red and I admire my handiwork. His chest heaves under the heavy slabs of muscle. His gaze bounces from my breasts to my face and he looks like he’d die to know what I’m going to do next.
“So in this fantasy…”
He swallows and nods, eyes going heavy.
“I just…take what I need from you. And you like that?”
I tighten my thighs around his waist and he nods.
“And I’m supposed to not care if you finish?”
“I don’t care,” he says hoarsely. “I just want you. Any way I can have you.” He grins, bright and blinding. “But realistically, if you fuck me from the top like this, I’ll last about four minutes.”
I giggle, letting my fingers drift up his dick. It’s heavy and hard against his stomach, curved slightly, throbbing under my hand, damp from our contact. I spread the wetness I find at the head. I feel powerful like this. “Already, Tristan? You’re dripping for me.” I can’t help but tease him.
He groans as my fingers circle his erection. “Fuck. Yeah. Already. Told you I fantasized about this.”
“You really did.” I can’t keep the awe from my voice as I stroke him and he bucks under my hand.
“Thought you were supposed to be new to this,” he pants.
I laugh, feeling wild and unrestrained. I shrug happily. “I thought so too. You make me feel bold.”
He grins back at me as his chest heaves. “I’m glad it’s me.”
My stomach dips. “I’m glad it’s you too.”
“Are you going to keep teasing me or—”
I growl at him and he laughs, then chokes a breath as I grip his dick. His arms strain as I sink down onto him. It’sdeeper like this. Our gazes catch as he pushes inside, one thick inch at a time, the stretch delicious and breath-stealing in its intensity. He doesn’t move his arms from behind his back, even as he arches under me.
“God, you’re wet.” He inhales sharply as I take all of him. “I made a mess of you last time.” His grin takes on an edge and he rolls his hips. “I want to do it again.”
I make a considering sound and pinch my nipples. He strains for them. “This is not about that,” I murmur.
“Fuck.” He throbs inside me. “How are you—” He looks wrecked and confused and so turned on that I nearly laugh.
“I don’t know,” I say huskily. I plant a hand on his stomach and move over him. “I don’t know, Tristan, but it feels really good between us.”
He grits his teeth as I rise up and lower back down. “Never felt like this before,” he admits.
“Natural,” I say. There’s an orgasm rising swiftly inside me, heat and sensation building behind my belly button.
“Fantastic.” He tosses his head back.
