Anticipation has me rocking against Tristan, desperate for sensations only he can deliver. His wonderful hair falls onto my torso and slithers over it like red eels. “Tell me everything,” I whisper, saliva-slickened hand still working his cock.
Need sparks deep inside when two fingers lick my entrance, so achingly gentle in their exploration. I have no doubts about his desire for me, evidenced by the perspiration over his lip, and the tremble in his exhales, but he does not rush things, opening me up with a gentleness that has me radiating warmth all over.
“What can I tell you, sweetie? That I yearn to know what it’s like to be one body with you? That I want to feel our hearts beating in unison? Our shadows to merge?”
God. Yes. Yes, that’s whatIwant.
Tristan’s wings disappeared at some point after we landed, but as I glance at him through the veil of my lashes, I spot them emerging from his back and stretching, as if he’s a bird showing off to its chosen mate.
“That too,” I say and focus the attention of my fingers on the slick flesh just below his cockhead. I grin when he closes his eyes in response. “But also tell me how it feels to come inside me.”
“I’ll tell you when I know,” he teases, licking up my jaw, all the way to my ear.
I don’t even know when I started rocking my hips back at him, but his knuckles have just hit my ass cheeks, and I greedily move back and forth, seeking more of the delicious friction. It seems almost as if he’s denying me on purpose, but once his digits curl, stroking the right spot, I shift, so very desperate for the pressure to continue.
He pulls out his fingers. I let out a shameless mewl that has my face going up in flames, but I’m not afraid to come off as needy. Not with him.
Tristan grabs my legs and folds me in half, bracing my legs on his shoulders, and when his wings tickle my feet, jolts of pleasure slide all the way down to my needy hole.
“Time to let go,” he chuckles and nudges my hand away to put more of that slippery goo over his dick. There’s so much of it dripping over his fingers and cock I can’t help but imagine that sopping wet shaft pushing its way inside me. But just watching him slick himself some more is so erotic I might pass out before I get to feel him come
Those three weeks will feel like eternity.
I give a hoarse moan when Tristan braces himself over me and rubs the thick cockhead against the rim of my hole. Electric charges travel to all my extremities, leaving the center deliciously heavy and sensitive, until raw need is the only thing I’m aware of.
“Oh God… oh God,” I mumble when he circles my hole with the tip of his cock, but then pressure builds, and he slips inside.
I can’t keep my head up anymore. The landing on the moss is soft as I arch my back, making incoherent whimpers.
Because yes, he isthick. But while my hole aches in protest, the tinge of pain feels sosogood. He lowers himself on top of me, wrapping his arms around me tightly as I take every inch of him. I grip his sides, then let my fingers dig into the skin on his back, because I want to leave my mark on him too. Because he will be mine the same way I will be his.
Tristan grunts in pleasure and sucks on my ear as his shaft sinks ever deeper. My vision blurs, and the balmy air around Tristan forms a halo of many colors, enhancing the shine on every strand of his hair.
I cry out as he bottoms out inside me, but then a crease appears between his brows when he grinds down, making the head of his cock shift inside me.
I can’t breathe, but when he leans down to kiss me, his tongue dislodges the air trapped in my throat and I utter a faint whine that I soon repeat as he rocks inside me in a slow yet confident rhythm.
It’s hypnotic, and I roll my head over the moss, watching my toes curl against the webbing of my lover’s wings. They’re translucent enough for the ghost of light to seep through, but I can also feel their warmth, as if Tristan’s blood flows through them too.
A harsher thrust transforms my needy moan into a yelp, the drag of his cock over my prostate so intense for a moment I’m certain I’m about to come. I drag my nails down his back and lift my head for a feverish kiss
“All good?” he asks in that sexy baritone.
“Yes. Good. So good,” I whine, and as soon as I say that he drives back inside me hard. His cock feels so heavy when it slams back in, and I tremble around it, arching under his hot, sweaty body.
Tristan braces his elbows on either side of my head, and starts fucking me faster. I try not to swear, but there’s no other way to describe this wild rutting.
And I love it.
I can’t call it painless, but each time he shoves in, that delicious ache inside is accompanied by intense sparks of pleasure, frantic lust, and the need for him to continue.
“More… oh God… Tristan, I can’t—” I cry out, clinging to him as sharp pangs make my body twitch over and over.
I lick fresh sweat off his arm, his chest, his throat and twist again, overstimulated yet so needy I can’t bring myself to ask him to slow down.
It’s too good. Too addictive.
I want his touch every minute of every day.
