Page 251 of The Professor's Wife

I came hard in his mouth, and yet the pleasure didn’t ebb away. I remained wanting. Insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth. Didn’t want it parted from my flesh.

He stood over me afterward, his chest flushed beneath the tan, his mouth wet and his eyes almost black.

“You came back for me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

The answer seemed to undo something inside him.

“Still protected?”

“Yes.”

He kissed me again and rolled me onto my side. His body settled behind me, hard and hot, one arm sliding beneath my neck while the other curved around my waist.

He lifted my dress higher.

I felt him against me and pushed backward without thought.

His breath broke against my shoulder.

“Daze.”

“Please.”

He entered me from behind in one slow thrust.

My mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Tristan held still, his chest rising sharply against my back. His arm tightened around my waist until there was no space between us.

Then he began to move.

Tristan’s lovemaking was raw. He was vocal. He was passionate. He didn’t stop telling me how much he wanted me.

His strokes were deep and deliberate, his mouth at my neck while his hand spread over my stomach.

I felt surrounded by him. His chest against my back. His breath in my ear. His body moving inside mine with an ease that should have frightened me more than it did.

“Make me forget, Tristan,” I begged.

His arm tightened around me.

“No.”

The word came out rough.

His hand slid lower, finding my clit.

“Stay with me.”

My breathing fractured.

“Why did you come back?” he asked.

“I told you.”

“Tell me again.”