“Just okay.”
He groans. “Don’t tease me, Katie.”
I smile and our gazes catch and hold. I ride him in shallow movements, letting his ridges rub inside me, watching his face as it twists with each movement.
His eyes are dark and glazed. “What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking that I’ve never felt this powerful before. This good.”
His smile is vicious as his hips rock. “I told you. You’re blossoming. You didn’t need me for that. It was inside you the whole time.”
I feel like I am blossoming as he watches, a smile playing on his lips. I drink in each reaction, from his blown gazewhen I pinch my nipples to the pulse of his heartbeat in his throat. I did this. I made him come apart. My own orgasm pulses behind my stomach as I rock against him.
I circle my hips slowly, so slowly, letting the euphoria crest inside me at the thickness of him and the way he stretches me. I’m starting to unravel. My muscles are trembling, my stomach shivering.
“Tristan,” I breathe.
“I’ve got you.”
I ride him futilely, chasing an orgasm that’s just out of reach. Frustration keeps the pleasure at bay as I seek it. “I can’t—”
“Let me help.”
His fingers clutch at my hips, urge me down against him. I bury my face in his neck as he surges up and thrusts into me from below. His heart pounds against my own and bliss coils faster and tighter.
“Are you close?”
I whimper, panting, needing more. He seems to sense it, because his pace increases and his arms band tighter around my back.
“What will get you there?”
I think back to before when he came inside me, the rightness of it, the connection I felt. “Come inside me,” I whisper.
“Fuck.” His curse is blistering. “I want that.” His thrusts are turning messy. “I want to fucking wreck you,” he whispers harshly. His mouth finds my ear. “I want to fill you up.”
The words make the knot of need tighten further. “Yes,” I hiss on a long exhale.
“Will you let me, Katie, baby?”
The whispered plea makes my whole body tighten, makes the desire rise hard and sharp and twist my stomach.I’m coming before I realize it, so hard and so fast that I’m moaning and trembling and clenching on Tristan’s cock while his thrusts grow heavy.
“Please, Tristan.” The words unlock him. His cock throbs inside me and he groans, long and low, as he follows me over the edge.
We rock shallowly against each other as we come down. I feel like I’m floating. I let my head rest in the crook of his neck as his fingers trace my spine.
“So good,” he murmurs. “So good with you.”
“As good as you imagined?”
“Better.” He chuckles. “So much better.”
His cock slips out of me, and my breath shudders at the loss of him. “I know, baby.” His hand smooths over the base of my spine, then dips between my legs.
“I can feel us.” His voice is reverent as his fingers trail through the wetness on my thigh, then slip through my pussy. I whimper at how oversensitive I am. “This okay?” He presses one thick finger to my entrance, waiting.
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” he breathes as he pushes inside, then back out. I feel slick and swollen and deliciously used. He holds my gaze as he fucks me with his hand. It’s wet and messy and raw, and I want to close my eyes when I come in hard, clenching bursts, but his hand is on my face and he stops me with the heartbreaking seriousness of his gaze.
